Floating Life Half Awake GL

Hearing this, Leng Zongmu was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect Cen Nan to make such a request.

"Do you want to practice martial arts?"

Cen Nan nodded seriously, "Yes".

But Leng Zongmu couldn't help laughing, "Let Lan'er teach you what a daughter is doing in martial arts."

"Women can't practice martial arts? What's the reason!" Cen Nan stared at Leng Zongmu with a stubborn and dissatisfied face.

Leng Zongmu was stared at by Cen Nan and didn't know how to answer the question, and he replied after a while

"What I just said doesn't mean that women can't practice martial arts, it's just, just why do you insist on practicing martial arts?"

Cen Nan raised his head slightly, his gaze was like a torch, "No matter when and where, only the strong can survive, isn't it?".

Leng Zongmu was immediately shocked, not only because of what Cen Nan said, but also because of the look in her eyes at the moment, with a hint of contempt for the world in her arrogance.

Such words, coming from the mouth of a one or three-year-old child, how can it not shock the listeners.

But who is Leng Zongmu, who has experienced battlefield killings and official intrigues, how could he agree with just a few words.

He quickly withdrew the gentle look that he would only show when facing Xia Lan and Cen Nanfang, and changed to looking at Cen Nan with the sharp and majestic eyes that he usually used to face subordinates in the army and even people with evil intentions.

Cen Nan didn't show any weakness either, just staring at Leng Zongmu's eyes without avoiding or dodging, the stubbornness and reluctance to admit defeat were not only written on her face and eyes, but also seemed to be engraved into her body.

In the end, it was Leng Zongmu who was defeated first, his tense face suddenly relaxed, and then he couldn't help laughing, thinking that he is the majestic Pingnan King, holding a hundred thousand cavalry, and now he is here with a The child is embarrassed, and it is a joke to spread the word.

Cen Nan looked at this man's face again, with a speechless expression on his face.

Leng Zongmu came back to his senses, raised his head, and was about to speak to respond to the matter, but suddenly paused, and then changed the subject.

"Hey, practicing martial arts requires extraordinary perseverance and the spirit of bearing hardships and standing hard work. Do you think you have it?"

Cen Nan was about to answer, but was stopped by Leng Zongmu first.

"Anyone can say something, so it's not credible"

Seeing Cen Nan pursing his lips as if he was thinking seriously, Leng Zongmu then quietly raised his head and glanced at the person standing not far behind him, and walked over with a "pleasing" expression, but he didn't take two steps just now.

"and many more"

Leng Zongmu looked back with some doubts, and saw Cen Nan staring at him with extremely serious eyes.

"I hope you don't break your promise!"

After dinner, Cen Nan went to the study as in the past few days. It seemed that there was nothing unusual, but Leng Zongmu was still a little uneasy, especially when he met Xia Lan's sharp eyes.

"Laner me"

Xia Lan walked to the table with a blank expression and sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, as if she didn't want to talk to him.

Leng Zongmu had no choice but to go over and sit down next to him, "Lan'er, listen to me, I think Nan'er is different from ordinary children after all, if she rejects her flatly, she will definitely not give up, so I think Give her difficult problems so that she can get out of trouble."

In the morning, Leng Zongmu originally wanted to grant Cen Nan's request, but when he was about to speak, he saw Xia Lan who was standing on the porch silently shaking his head at him, so he had to The topic changed.

Xia Lan put down the teacup in her hand, raised her eyes, and looked at Leng Zongmu with a solemn expression, "After getting along with each other for a long time, does the third brother think that Nan'er will be the kind of person who retreats in spite of difficulties? Or Is that the kind of delicate person?"

You don’t need to be called by others, you can get up early every day, you can take the initiative to strengthen your body, and you can understand what your master teaches every day. For a child who is only three years old, practicing calligraphy is an extremely boring and laborious task. , and Cen Nan often wrote for several hours, often writing with sweat and sore wrists, but he never heard a single complaint from him.

How can such a child be a delicate person, and how can he retreat in spite of difficulties?Leng Zongmu was speechless when asked directly.

Silence spread for a while, and the fragrance of tea could be vaguely smelled in the slightly condensed air.

Slender jade-like fingertips lightly squeezed the white jade porcelain cup in his hand, quietly looking at a piece of leaf floating on the water, and said for a while, "A few days ago, Lan'er met sister Ning Ruan on the street, she He also asked about the injury of the third brother, and said that when the third brother is free, he will come to the house to see the third brother."

After a pause, Xia Lan continued, "Sister Ning Ruan is eighteen this year, but she is still in her boudoir. The third brother must be well aware of the reason. when".

"Lan'er don't need to say any more," Leng Zongmu stood up suddenly, his face looked a little ugly, "We are still young, so don't be so anxious about the issue of heirs."

Xia Lan only felt a lump in her throat, and subconsciously clenched the white jade porcelain cup in her hand, "No matter what, Lan'er hopes that third brother will not involve Nan'er, she,,, should not bear these."

Leng Zongmu left for the barracks. Xia Lan sat where she was, feeling the warmth in her palms gradually draining away. She slowly raised her left hand to caress her flat stomach. The corners of her mouth tugged slightly, and a bitter smile crept up her lips. .

Raising his hand, he drank the remaining cold tea in the cup. After getting up, he had put on his usual gentle smile, and it was time to go to the kitchen to make some snacks for Nan'er.

After the snacks were ready, Xia Lan went back to the room to freshen up, and then ordered Man'er to go to the study after getting her things, but before she even left the room, she saw Qing Ning running in in a panic.

"What's so frustrating"

"Report, Concubine, Nan, Miss Nan'er"

Before Qing Ning could finish speaking, Xia Lan had already walked away quickly.

When Xia Lan rushed to the back garden, she happened to see Cen Nan running out from among the flowers. Her small body seemed to have infinite strength in her body. Although she was unstable, she ran very fast.

"After the master left, Miss Nan'er ran here. At first, the servant thought that Miss Nan'er was just exercising like every morning, but the servant girl counted and ran five or six laps, but Miss Nan'er didn't stop at all. Only when you see the next sign, you know something is wrong.”

Xia Lan's eyes followed Cen Nan's movement, watching her run up the corridor here, then turned around and walked to the middle of the corridor.

Cen Nan saw her not far away, and unconsciously slowed down his steps, and finally stopped a foot away from Xia Lan.

Looking at Cen Nan's flushed face and hearing her shortness of breath, Xia Lan tried her best to suppress the turmoil in her heart, and said with a smile as usual, "Nan'er, take a break and eat some snacks first." Bar".

Cen Nan tried his best to calm down his breathing, and looked at the gentle woman who was squatting halfway in front of her and straightening her chest.

"Thank you Sister Lan, please let Sister Man'er put it in my room first, I will eat it later when I get back"

"It won't taste good when it gets cold"

"Miss Nan'er, the concubine made this for you herself," Man'er beside her couldn't help interjecting.

Cen Nan was taken aback when he heard this, so the reason why she ate different tastes every time in the past few days is because the person in front of her has been testing her taste.

I can't tell exactly what it feels like, but it seems that a warm feeling surges out from the bottom of my heart, and then spreads quickly along the blood to all limbs and bones.

"After running a few laps, I really feel a little hungry. Can sister Lan give me a piece?"

Seeing that Cen Nan finally let go, Xia Lan raised her brows slightly, "Sister Lan's hands are not clean, if not, let's go back to the house first, after cleaning my hands, Nan'er will have a good taste and see how my craftsmanship is?" .

Cen Nan blinked mischievously suddenly, "Sister Lan's craftsmanship is nothing to say, how about it, can sister Lan give me a piece of silk scarf first?".

Looking at the clean and clear black eyes in front of her, Xia Lan knew that Cen Nan knew the true meaning behind what she just said.

And Cen Nan also knew that Xia Lan must also understand the meaning of what she just replied, and they both knew what the other party was thinking at the moment, but they didn't say anything about it.

Looking at each other for a moment, Xia Lan took out a white silk scarf from her arms according to her words, then twisted a piece of mung bean cake and fed it into Cen Nan's mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Xia Lan asked with a smile.

Cen Nan nodded, pursed his lips and smiled slightly, his eyebrows curved into a small crescent shape, "Mmm, delicious".

Xia Lan stretched out her hand, and gently brushed away the crumbs on the corner of Cen Nan's right lip, and after Cen Nan swallowed what was in her mouth, she fed the one in her hand.

The early autumn wind blew gently, blowing a few strands of black hair on Cen Nan's forehead, brushing Xia Lan's pure white skirt and skirt, and blowing the faint fragrance of mung beans in the air.

It was clearly a peaceful, warm and touching scene, but for some reason, Man'er saw a hint of sadness.

After Cen Nan swallowed the last pastry in his mouth, Qing Ning came back with tea.

Xia Lan took the poured tea from Man'er, and fed it to Cen Nan's mouth with her own hands. Cen Nan was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and drank it. water stains.

Cen Nan looked at Xia Lan with a gentle expression, "Thank you, Sister Lan."

After saying that, he walked around Xia Lan and continued to run forward.

And Xia Lan didn't stop her anymore, she just stood up and quietly watched the little figure drift away.

Xia Lan knew that Cen Nan's thank you was not just for the pastry, but more for her non-stop and understanding.