Canghe

Mi Zhu always laughed at Cang Lan for washing her face, Cang Lan always likes to apply clean water to her face, take some soap leaves and smear it randomly on her face, and then rub it vigorously with warm water, making her hands very strong, as if to wash her face Rub it down.

What a messy wash.Although Mi Zhu said so, when Cang Lan washed his face, Mi Zhu still liked to watch from the side, watching his washing method, it seemed that his face was much cleaner.

Ni Zhu asked with a smile, "You are a rough man, why do you wash your face so carefully?"

Cang Lan took the facekerchief in her hand, wiped her face and said, "Young master is a decent person, you can't hurt his face." You Zhu felt that when Cang Lan said this, there was a smile on the thousand-year-old frozen face I mean, when he wanted to take a closer look, Cang Lan resumed his usual style and asked Mi Zhu what's the matter.

Mi Zhu pursed her lips, and handed the fox fur to him, "This is a reward from the young master. Didn't you suffer from knee problems before? Let you take good care of it so that you don't suffer from old diseases."

Cang Lan took the fox fur and looked at it carefully.

Mi Zhu couldn't help nagging, "Master Gongsun gave this to our young master, does Master Gongsun know? It's just such a thing, and the young master gave it to you for nothing. I really don't know how many lifetimes of blessings you have cultivated."

Cang Lan was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Is it Lord Zhisu Nei Shi Gongsun?"

"Of course, look! This fox fur is the best. Who else can produce such a good material except Young Master Gongsun!" Mi Zhu couldn't help being jealous, "Young Master didn't even want to wear it, so I gave it to you for nothing. You bastard spoiled..."

He muttered to himself as if he was persuading himself, "Forget it, forget it, you protect the young master's safety, so it's worth wearing it for you..."

Cang Lan didn't speak, took the fox fur and turned back to the room.

Mi Zhu stomped his feet secretly, thinking, this heartless person.

It was getting late, and candles were already lit in Jin He's room. His body was cast on the window paper, and he was vaguely visible. He vaguely looked like he was sitting at the table reading a book, and occasionally picked up a brush on the rice paper next to him. With a few strokes, the figure becomes more tall and slender after taking off the baby fat. Although it adds a bit of stability, the vivacity and youthfulness of a young man also exists, but the air of a childe is not so obvious.

Jin He like this is a little...cute, Cang Lan was taken aback by her own thoughts, standing outside the room, looking at the person in the room, her heart suddenly became a little soft, this feeling made him a little powerless , even the hand holding the sword was a little loose.He looked at him, the candle was flickering, and through a layer of paper, Cang Lan watched Jin He's shadow climb up the window paper little by little, and then climb up into his heart little by little.That hand can play the piano, can call and paint, and that person can plan and overthrow the society.As for him, Cang Lan smiled softly, all he could do was to protect him well, and wait to see the world under him, even if he lost his life, it wouldn't matter.Other than that... he clicked on his saber, thinking, there's nothing else he could ask for.

Cang Lan suppressed her smile, turned around and left the yard, and went back.

The shadow outside was gone, Jin He raised his head, looked at Cang Lan's back through the window, concealing the turbulent waves in his eyes.He dipped the pen in the ink, but he didn't write it down for a long time. However, the ink was full and dripped on the snow-white rice paper. Jin He seemed to be shocked, and his body shook. He held the pen for a long time, and after writing two words, he sighed softly. . "Nizu, send this letter."

"Yes, young master." Mi Zhu took it respectfully, without seeing the daze on Jin He's face.