Floating Life Half Awake GL

Cen Nan looked up subconsciously, and then fell into those gentle bright eyes.

It wasn't until seeing the smile inside gradually overflowing to the corners of his brows and eyes that Cen Nan suddenly came back to his senses, and the roots of his ears turned red quietly again.

Pretending to be calm, he gave Leng Zongmu a look, "If that's the case, then I won't be polite."

I was already a little flustered in my heart, but I choked up in this panic, "cough cough~".

"Slow down, Nan'er", Xia Lan gently stroked Cen Nan's back, while reaching out for a glass of water, "Don't worry".

"Yeah, no one is robbing you." Leng Zongmu smiled slightly and looked at Cen Nandao.

Cen Nan, who hadn't rolled his eyes for some days, finally couldn't hold back his glance, Leng Zongmu was a little confused, Xia Lan couldn't help but smile watching the interaction between the two.

After studying with his master for a period of time, Cen Nan has already learned quite a few words.

In order to better help Cen Nan learn to read, Xia Lan specially collected some easy-to-understand books for him to read.

Every night after bathing, Cen Nan would read in the room for a while. Although there were mostly simple words and sentences in it, from time to time she would come across some complicated words that Cen Nan didn't know, so she would ask Xia Lan.

However, Cen Nan looked out the window, it was already dark, and he didn't know what time it was.

In the three years since I came here, how to judge what time it is is the thing that drives Cen Nan the most crazy.Most of the time, she can only make a rough guess.

Get off the couch, walk over and open the door, "Sister Qingning".

Before Cen Nan finished speaking, Qing Ning appeared in front of her, startling her.

"Damn the maidservant, what orders does Miss Nan'er have?"

Cen Nan waved his hand, "It has nothing to do with Sister Qing Ning, what time is it now?"

"Back to Miss Nan'er, it's already the hour of Xu"

At the quarter of Xu, it should be around seven o'clock. It's still early, and I probably haven't slept yet.

Xia Lan's room was next door, and Cen Nan probed to see that the fire was still on.

He took the book and walked to the door next door, without thinking too much, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while without hearing a response, I was just about to knock a little harder, but unexpectedly heard some strange sounds.

The raised hand was quickly retracted as if electrocuted, turned around and went back to the room, and then closed the door with a bang.

In the next room, Xia Lan raised her hand to resist Leng Zongmu, who was about to press up again, "There was a knock on the door just now, is it Nan'er?"

"No, Lan'er, you heard it wrong," Leng Zongmu said, leaning closer to Xia Lan's neck.

"Farewell, third brother," Xia Lan put her hand directly against Leng Zongmu's mouth, "It must be Nan'er, I'll go and have a look."

"Relentlessly" pushed Leng Zongmu away from his body, adjusted the somewhat messy skirt, and when he got up, he cast a reproachful glance at the resentful person, "I just said it, don't be here now", then To the half, the remaining half was ashamed to speak, put on the coat and left the room just like that.

After returning to the room, Cen Nan took a long time to regain his senses, and he was not in the mood to continue reading, so he casually threw the book in his hand onto the low table on the couch, and fell straight on the bed without taking off his coat.

As soon as he closed his eyes, there was a knock on the door, and Cen Nan sat up in fright, his heart beating so hard that he forgot to answer because of his nervousness.

"It's me, did Nan'er fall asleep?"

Cen Nan took a few deep breaths quickly, before his voice sounded the same as usual, "Not yet".

Xiao ran over to open the door, raised his head, and asked Xia Lan with an "innocent" face, "What's the matter, sister Lan?".

Xia Lanqing smiled slightly, "Is it convenient for me to go in and sit for a while?".

Actions were faster than words, Xia Lan saw Cen Nan turned sideways, and walked in.

Until Xia Lan's light hem of clothes brushed past his eyes, Cen Nanfang was startled to realize that he had answered subconsciously, feeling annoyed but even more helpless in his heart.

Xia Lan walked into the inner room, and saw the books that were randomly thrown on the couch at a glance.

"Is Nan'er just studying?"

"Um"

Xia Lan leaned over to pick up the book, and followed the creases to turn to what Cen Nan read not long ago, "A gentleman builds his life by virtue, builds himself by propriety, and builds his ambition by talent. Those who have all three are called Dacheng. ".

With just one sentence, Cen Nancai's doubts were instantly resolved, "Thank you sister Lan, Cen Nan has been taught."

The two sat down on both sides of the couch. Cen Nan kept his head slightly lowered, not daring to meet Xia Lan's eyes, and seemed a little depressed.

In addition, Xia Lan also keenly discovered that not only the tips of the ears of the person in front of him were red, but so was the neck.

Suddenly thinking of the scene of himself and the third brother in the room just now, Xia Lan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

After a moment of silence, Xia Lan put the scroll on the low table at hand, "The light is not clear at night, Nan'er should not read for too long, go to bed early and rest."

Cen Nan got up and sent Xia Lan to the door, "Sister Lan too, rest early, good night."

Silently closing the door, turning around, Cen Nanfang let out a sigh of relief after a while, but the faint depression in his heart did not show any tendency to weaken.

Regarding his sudden nervousness, Cen Nan didn't understand and didn't want to think about it, so he just shook his head and threw it aside.

It was probably after Cen Nan fell ill, and after the teacher had finished teaching, Xia Lan routinely delivered snacks made by herself, and after using them with Cen Nan, Cen Nan continued to practice writing, while Xia Lan leaned on the couch beside her. read a book.

Gradually, this has become a habit of each other.

On this day, after the master left, Xia Lan accompanied Cen Nan to have some snacks as usual, and after a short rest, Cen Nan continued to practice calligraphy.

But this time, Xia Lan didn't immediately go to the bookshelf to pick up the books. After a while, Man'er and another maid came in with a sewing basket and neatly folded clothes.

After the two put their things on the couch, they retreated. Xia Lan then got up and went over. After sitting down on the couch, they began to get busy.

Cen Nan only glanced at it, and then put all his attention on the pen again.

Time passed quickly under Cen Nan's pen and Xia Lan's needle. Cen Nan wrote the last stroke and looked at the sky outside the window.

Putting down the pen and looking at what I wrote today, although the strength of the pen is still uneven, making the thickness of each stroke different, but the writing is smooth and correct, there is no sign of pause in the middle, and no ink blobs appear.

Carefully picked up the rice paper that was already full, blew gently, and checked it carefully three times. After confirming that there were no typos and modern characters appeared, I put it back on the table.

I moved my sore wrist and stiff neck, and when I turned my head, I saw a person on the couch in front of the window who lowered his head slightly and was seriously doing the stitching, with a delicate side face, perfect arc, stitches and stitches, neither fast nor slow , the movements are graceful, as if the fingertips are dancing lightly.

And the warm light outside the window seemed to cast a soft halo on the whole person, which was so beautiful and unreal, Cen Nan thought, the so-called quiet years and stable reality, this is the scene.

As if telepathically, Xia Lan suddenly raised her head and looked over, her eyes met for an instant, Cen Nan looked away in a panic, lowered his head, slightly calmed down his abnormal heartbeat, and walked over slowly.

"Sister Lan, this is"

Xia Lan smiled softly, "It will be the third brother's birthday in a few days, I want to make him a new robe."

Birthday?

"Nan'er is hungry, let's go have lunch now"

Three days later, Leng Zongmu's birthday.

The master's teaching time was also cut in half. After the end, Cen Nan went back to the room directly.

"Sister Lime, please help me get it"

After Cen Nan handed a scroll to Qing Ning, he turned and walked to the copper basin, wiped his face with a damp cloth, and washed his hands before heading to the front yard.

Leng Zongmu didn't want to make public at all, he just wanted to have a simple meal with his family, but he couldn't prevent other people's "good intentions".

After breakfast, there has been an endless stream of guests, most of whom are his colleagues in the army, as well as some people he knows in the officialdom.

Leng Zongmu stood on the road leading to the front hall from the gate of the palace. After greeting the guests, he turned his head and glanced at Xia Lan who had been accompanying her to do these things.

He knew that Lan'er didn't like this kind of scene, and wanted to let her go back to the backyard to rest, but she insisted on being here with him. Leng Zongmu was helpless but also moved, and the eyes that looked at Xia Lan became more and more serious. affectionately.

Until Xia Lan reminded him, "Third Brother, General Zhongwu is here."

As soon as Leng Zongmu turned his head, he saw a tall and straight figure of more than seven feet, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a wheat-colored complexion. He was dressed in a gray-brown narrow-sleeved brocade robe with cloud patterns, standing in front of him and clasped his fists at him. salute.

"Han Tang congratulates the prince on his birthday. A small gesture is not a respect, and I hope the prince will accept it with a smile."

"Let my virtuous brother spend a lot of money," the servant quickly stepped forward to accept the gift.

Han Tang raised his head slightly, and looked back over Leng Zongmu in front of him. With just one glance, Cen Nan, who was standing under the corridor on the right side of the gate, could be sure that this person was secretly in love with Xia Lan.

"General Han please come inside"

Xia Lan nodded slightly, and turned sideways to signal Han Tang to enter the mansion.

Han Tang thanked him, but didn't dare to look up at Xia Lan again, so he hurried to the front hall.

Xia Lan gave Man'er a soft instruction, and when she turned her head, she found Cen Nan under the corridor on the right hand side. A smile crept up the corner of her lips, and after talking to Leng Zongmu, she walked towards Cen Nan.

"Hello, Sister Lan," Cen Nan saluted politely.

Xia Landai frowned slightly, "Didn't Nan'er make an agreement with me, she won't see outsiders like this."

Cen Nangang wanted to return to this moment and that moment, when he raised his head and met Xia Lan's eyes, he didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he seemed to see a little sadness from it.

"It's my fault, please don't be angry, sister Lan." Subconsciously, she was about to bow her hands, but suddenly realized that Xia Lan was unhappy about this, so she hurriedly put it down again.

Seeing Cen Nan's bewildered look, Xia Lan couldn't help smiling, and reached out to gently touch Cen Nan's head.

"I'm not angry"

Glancing at the scroll held in Qing Ning's hand, "Nan'er, this is".

Cen Nan followed Xia Lan's gaze and took a look, "Oh, today is Brother Leng's birthday, since Cen Nan knows it, there is no reason why he should not come to congratulate him."

Xia Lan was wondering whether Cen Nan wrote the words or painted the pictures, when suddenly a soft and charming voice that could not be concealed came from behind.

"Brother Mu, oh no, my lord, please forgive Ruan'er for being rude"

Cen Nan raised his eyes and saw a slender woman in a purple dress standing in front of Leng Zongmu.