Floating Life Half Awake GL

Lunch was served with those who came to celebrate the birthday, but Cen Nan didn't want to join in the fun, so he didn't go.

But Xia Lan, as the hostess of the palace, had to go, but she didn't stay at the table for long before she left with an excuse.

When she returned to the backyard, Cen Nan had already eaten by himself and was practicing sword in the yard.

Leng Zongmu has already started to teach her some simple moves. Cen Nan is very smart, and he will be able to teach her once. What's more rare is that he is still very hardworking.

Seeing Xia Lan stepping into the backyard, Cen Nan quickened his movements, and when Xia Lan walked to the center of the courtyard, he just drew his sword and stood still.

Turning around and cupping his hands, he said, "Sister Lan".

Xia Lan approached with a smile, then bent down and wiped the thin sweat off Cen Nan's face with silk.

"Is lunch available?"

"Yeah," Cen Nan nodded, "Sister Lan came back so soon."

"There is nothing left and right, so I left the table first." When Xia Lan was speaking, Cen Nan saw a trace of naughtiness in her eyes.

"Let's go back to the room and wash up," Xia Lan said softly, reaching out to brush away the strands of hair sticking to Cen Nan's forehead.

"Um"

Xia Lan took Cen Nan and turned around and was about to go back to the room when suddenly a charming voice came from behind, "Sister Xia".

Feeling the slight twitch of the little hand she was holding, Xia Lan immediately gave Cen Nan a consoling look, then turned around and talked to Ning Ruan with a smile.

"Sister Ruan'er is here"

"Daddy and the others are chatting about military matters with Mu and the prince, and I can't get in the way, so I came here to find sister Xia."

Ning Ruan walked in front of the two, and then his eyes fell on Cen Nan who was looking away.

"Does Nan'er like to play with swords? The housekeeper in my mansion is good at making these little things. Tomorrow, I'll ask him to make more wooden knives and swords for you to play with."

There is an old saying that if you don't have anything to show courtesy, you can either rape or steal, especially after Cen Nangang embarrassed her.

Cen Nan looked at Ning Ruan with a serious face and said, "As the saying goes, a sword has no eyes, so how can you play with it at will."

Hearing this, Ning Ruan's face froze.

"Sister Ruan'er doesn't know that this wooden sword was specially ordered by the third brother to be made for Nan'er. He was teaching her martial arts," Xia Lan said at the right time.

Hearing this, Ning Ruan's face softened a little, "I see, just now at the banquet, I heard the prince say that Nan'er is talented, smart, brave, and his affection is beyond words. Now he is teaching martial arts in person. I remember early I heard from my father before that the prince has never personally taught others, so it seems that he really loves Nan'er very much."

Sure enough, Cen Nan rolled his eyes, it turned out he was trying to please the person he liked.

"Yes, the third brother likes Nan'er as much as I do."

Looking down, seeing Cen Nan drooping eyelids and looking listless, Xia Lan immediately smiled apologetically and said, "I'll take Nan'er back to the room to wash first, and sister Ruan'er can look around at will."

"please"

Xia Lan wet the handkerchief with her own hands and wiped Cen Nan's face and neck, followed by her hands.

"Tired?"

Cen Nan shook his head lightly.

"Then do you want to take a nap later?" Xia Lan said as she raised her hand and gently brushed away a few strands of hair on Cen Nan's forehead.

"What about you?" Cen Nan looked straight into Xia Lan's eyes with a pair of black eyes.

"Sister Xia", someone came again lingering.

Xia Lan stood up and looked at the person who came, "Sister Ruan'er is here, Man'er, let's watch tea."

Cen Nan could tell that this woman was just a chatterbox, and she never left Leng Zongmu's words. It seemed that she was deliberately showing off and provoking Xia Lan.

Xia Lan is also good-tempered, listening to her nagging with a smile all the time, and responding to her words from time to time.

"By the way", Ning Ruan turned his eyes to Cen Nan while speaking, "In a few days, my father will invite the Yelang Juggling Troupe to perform at the mansion. I heard that it is very exciting, and Nan'er will definitely like it. How about letting the prince and sister Xia bring Nan'er over to watch it?"

Cen Nan yawned impolitely, jumped off the stool, walked over with dazed eyes, and reached out to grab Xia Lan's hand.

"Sister Lan, I'm sleepy"

"Okay, then let's go back to the room." Xia Lan turned to look at Ning Ruan, "Sorry, I can't accompany my sister, Man'er, you can accompany Miss Ning around the mansion."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ning Ruan to answer, she nodded slightly, and led Cen Nan to the door.

Cen Nan climbed onto the edge of the bed and sat down. He was about to take off his boots, but unexpectedly Xia Lan moved faster than her.

"I can do it myself"

Xia Lan only smiled softly, her hands kept moving, and then she took off her coat for Cen Nan, and after she lay down, she covered her with a thin blanket.

Seeing that Cen Nan still had his eyes open, he said, "Go to sleep."

Cen Nan hesitated to close his eyes, but opened them again, as if hesitating to speak.

"Sleep, Sister Lan is not going anywhere, just stay here with Nan'er"

Cen Nan, who had been guessed, seemed a little embarrassed, so he closed his eyes obediently, but opened them again after a while.

"Is sister Lan not sleeping?"

Looking at the eyes that were rolling around, Xia Lan couldn't help but want to tease her.

"Does Nan'er want me to sleep with you?"

Cen Nan was stunned, and then a blush quickly crept up his cheeks, "No, yes", as if he didn't know how to answer, he simply closed his eyes again.

Xia Lan couldn't help smiling, and stretched out her hand to tuck the corner of the thin blanket, only to find that the person on the bed moved again, and when she looked up, she saw Cen Nan move in and out.

Looking at the large space outside, Xia Lan hesitated for a moment, then got up and took off her coat, and then lay down gently on it.

After seeing off those so-called guests, the palace finally calmed down before nightfall, and Leng Zongmu was able to have a warm family dinner with Xia Lan and Cen Nan.

The three of them took their seats at the table. Leng Zongmu saw that Cen Nan's eyes had been locked on him, and couldn't help but smile and asked, "Is there something on my face?".

Cen Nan withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and said lightly, "It really is true that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles."

Before Leng Zongmu could react, Xia Lan covered her lips and let out a chuckle.

"Are you kidding me?" Leng Zong said with "dissatisfaction", "Although the clothes that Lan'er specially made for me are indeed one in a million, but if I'm born ugly, it's okay to wear them." It can't be as good as it is now."

Cen Nan suddenly sighed softly, "The face is really big".

"..."

Seeing Leng Zongmu's deflated face, Xia Lan couldn't help saying, "Nan'er is teasing you."

"I see her as jealous"

"childish"

"Hehe, alright, eat quickly, it will be cold later," Xia Lan said while adding vegetables to Cen Nan's bowl.

"Lan'er, don't pinch her all the time, what about me?"

Before Xia Lan could speak in the future, Cen Nan had already thrown out two words, "jealousy".

"..."

Xia Lan looked at the dull-looking man with a funny face, and conveniently picked up a piece of meat and put it in his bowl.

"That's good"

When the meal was halfway through, Leng Zongmu raised his eyes and glanced at Cen Nan, who was devoting himself to eating without distractions, "Listen to Lan'er, you also prepared a birthday gift for me, when are you going to give it to me?"

Cen Nan didn't even look at him, and turned his head directly to Qing Ning, "Thank you, sister Qing Ning."

Leng Zongmu looked at Qing Ning who turned and walked away quickly, and then at Cen Nan who lowered his head and continued to eat with a cold face.

"Why do I feel that you are very polite to others, but only to me?"

Hearing this, Xia Lan couldn't help laughing. She also felt the same about this, but she never figured out why, so she looked at Cen Nan curiously and waited for her answer.

Seeing this from Xia Lan, Cen Nan was inexplicably at a loss, but he still tried to calm down and said, "Men and women are different, and women should be treated differently."

Leng Zongmu was taken aback for a moment. It sounded fine, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"No, then you are very polite to Mo Yi and Mo Er."

"Brother, you are twenty-eight this year, and me, I am three this year", Cen Nan said after a pause, still feeling a little shameless, "Three years old, can I bully you?!".

Seeing that Leng Zongmu was left speechless by the question, Xia Lan couldn't help laughing, "Okay, third brother, stop bullying Nan'er."

"..."

Xing Qingning turned back with the things, Cen Nan only glanced at her, she immediately understood, stepped forward and presented the things in her hands to Leng Zongmu.

Leng Zongmu didn't say much, he stretched out his hand to take it, and then slowly stretched it out.

And Xia Lan had never seen it before, so her eyes also closely followed the movements of Leng Zongmu's hands.

In one third of the scroll exhibition, Xia Lan and Leng Zongmu can already be seen in the painting.

When it is fully unfolded, it can be seen that the tree is full of peach blossoms, blowing gently in the wind. Xia Lan is dressed in white clothes like a fairy, her eyes are like stars, and she gently looks at the peach blossoms falling on her fingertips, smiling sweetly;

And Leng Zongmu, who lightly hugged his waist, was dressed in a black brocade robe, with a golden crown and hair, and a pair of black eyes under his knife-cut eyebrows looked affectionately at the person in his arms.

Every frown and smile are vivid, and the strokes are delicate and smooth, just like someone who has decades of painting skills.

Both Xia Lan and Leng Zongmu looked shocked, "Who painted this? Could it be you?" Leng Zongmu looked at Cen Nan in disbelief.

However, after a brief shock, Xia Lan discovered some clues in the painting, that is, where the brush and ink fell, there were faintly fine particles of charcoal, which seemed to be drawn with charcoal first, and then copied with a brush .

But this kind of painting method was unheard of before, and Xia Lan felt incredible at this moment.

A [-]-year-old boy who was born in the mountains and never learned from anyone, but can make such paintings, could it be that he is really a genius, self-taught...

"Nan'er, this painting"

"Um"

Cen Nan naturally guessed what the two of them were thinking at the moment, but she didn't intend to explain, because it was difficult to explain, and she couldn't explain clearly.

"The painting is really good," Xia Lan praised with a smile.

"I actually wrote the words"

Leng Zongmu suddenly made a sound, and Xia Lan took a look, only to notice that there was a line of writing in the upper right corner of the painting.

"One generation, one pair for a lifetime"

As soon as Xia Lan finished speaking, Cen Nan suddenly said, "I hope you can treat Sister Lan well."