Princess Jian Guo gl

The swing frame creaked.

Sang Shuya sat on it and stared at the sky beyond the high wall in a daze as usual.

Today they probably came back from Jiangyuan Mountain to collect wind, and they don't know if they had a good time or if they reconciled.

Thinking of her two friends, Sang Shuya couldn't help laughing.

Her brows were originally peaceful, and her smile was even more gentle. Even Lin Lang, the maid who had been with her since she was a child, was a little stunned.

"Miss, you really look like the second lady when you smile..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Lin Lang suddenly remembered that this was the saddest thing about my young lady. If it wasn't because she looked too similar, she wouldn't have been...

Sang Shuya trembled suddenly after hearing Lin Lang's words, and unconsciously fastened the buttons of her clothes tightly.

Lin Lang immediately knelt down: "Miss, this servant made a mistake, this servant didn't do it on purpose..."

"Get up." Sang Shuya patted her hand gently, "Just don't mention this matter again."

Looking at the sky again, he smiled softly and said, "Let the small kitchen prepare some snacks, in case Ah Ling comes and has nothing to eat."

Lin Lang responded, and stepped back to prepare some snacks.

Sang Shuya was swinging on the swing by herself, squatting on the ground for a while watching the ants moving, and then went to the room to pinch a piece of shortbread and put it gently at the door of the ant's house. Went for a swing on the swing for a while.

Without A Ling and Qing Ru, life would be really boring.

It's really lonely to stay in this yard all day, not being able to go anywhere.

When Qing Ru was walking back last time, she said that she would take her to Liyuan to see a play when she had time, and she was really looking forward to that day.Growing up so big, she has never seen what a pear garden looks like.

Sang Shuya sat on the swing, looking at the sky outside the wall and thinking.

An incense stick of time passed.

Another stick of incense time has passed.

It's dusk.

it's dark.

Still no one climbed in on the wall.

Well, I think they are all tired when they come back today, so they won't come here.

Then, Linlang Qiongzhi and the others should share these snacks. She eats it alone, and she really doesn't have much appetite.

Sang Shuya got off the swing and opened the door to go back to her room.

Suddenly, an extremely slight sound was heard on the wall.

Sang Shuya hurriedly took a few steps outside to look over.

There was no one on the wall.

Looking at the disappointment in the young lady's eyes, Lin Lang felt a little distressed: "Miss, it's windy, go back to your room. Miss Ling won't be here today."

"That's right." Sang Shuya forced a smile, "It's very tiring for them to collect wind. It's the same when we meet again."

The last sentence was so low that she couldn't hear it, and she didn't know whether she was comforting Lin Lang or herself.

I went back to my room, took a bath, and put on my clothes again.

Lin Lang wrapped Sang Shuya's black and smooth hair with a dry handkerchief, and wiped it lightly: "Miss, you don't have to dress so tightly at night, Qiong Zhi and I are guarding outside, even if... we will come right away. "

Sang Shuya let Lin Lang wipe her wet hair, lowered her head and replied vaguely: "I'm not sleepy now, I'll take it off when I sleep."

Lin Lang sighed in her heart, and said nothing more.

After practicing calligraphy and drinking a bowl of soothing soup, Sang Shuya asked Lin Lang to go down to rest.After Lin Lang went out, she locked the door again.Then he collapsed on the bed, staring at the tent in a daze.

No sleepiness.

It's better to get up and sew two purses for them, remember that these two people are masters who mishandle money.

Well, the patterns need to look different by hand.

You can't let A-Ling know that she is close to Qingru, otherwise A-Ling will lose her temper.

When Ah Ling loses her temper, Qingru's side is turned upside down.

Sang Shuya was worried, and went to choose two pieces of plain silk cloth, and a few delicate and elegant patterns, and sat in front of the lamp to compare a few times.

The more domineering peony flowers are for A Ling.

This softer lily will give Qingru.

After all, I feel that the two of them will become real in the future, and the relationship between the two of them will be similar to that...

Sang Shuya suppressed her smile, if Qing Ru knew what she was thinking, she would probably make a fuss with her.At least the mouth is going to make a fuss.

After cutting the cloth, Sang Shuya mended it carefully.

There are many lights, illuminating the silk cloth warmly.

Just as A Ling's name was embroidered on the inner lining, there was a thud on the roof.

Sang Shuya rubbed her swollen eyes, followed the voice and looked up.

Of course nothing can be seen.

But only a rhythmic knocking sound came: "Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom."

Sang Shuya was overjoyed when she heard the knocking sound, and immediately jumped off the chair, almost trotting to open the lock.

Sure enough, there was a familiar figure standing outside the door.Seeing her open the door, he gave her a faint smile.

"A Ling." Sang Shuya whispered, although she lowered her voice, she couldn't hide her joy.

It's so late, why is she here.

Fu Ling followed Sang Shuya into the bedroom and closed the door again.

Sang Shuya lit a few more lamps, and the room brightened up.

Only then did she realize that something was wrong with the "straight" friend in front of her.

The neck is crooked, and the expression is a little... shy? ? ?

"So, is your neck a stiff neck?"

Fu Ling didn't know what to think of, her complexion was pink and tender, and she nodded awkwardly: "Yeah."

Sang Shuya shook her head and smiled, "Why is the stiff neck?"

She didn't believe that Ah Ling would come to see her overnight just because of a stiff neck.

Fu Ling twitched.

The eyes are shining, shy and tangled.

Sang Shuya looked at this awkward but easy-to-see friend gently, and said with a light smile, "Let me guess, um, is this related to Nan Qingliu again?"

The face of the person on the opposite side became more coy, it seemed that she had guessed right.

She also couldn't help but wanted to giggle with A Ling: "What's the matter?"

Come and share with her, she seems to know what happened to them every day, every day, she wants to participate in their lives.

The corners of Fu Ling's lips turned up—even though she tried her best to keep her composure, she couldn't help but burst into a smile.

"She, she kissed my mouth..."

In the voice, there was an indescribable shyness of a little woman.

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If Sang Shuya hadn't restrained herself well, she might have screamed excitedly.

I don't know whether it's because of Ah Ling's happiness or because of Qing Ru's keeping the clouds open to see the moonlight.

Sang Shuya decided to take the opportunity to make a side note.

"Then she kissed you, how do you feel?"

Fu Ling was always stubborn: "I don't feel anything."

That's right, my friend, I'll believe it if the corners of your lips are slightly raised.

Feeling Sang Suya's disbelieving eyes.

Fu Ling pretended to be angry: "Really!"

"Oh."

Sang Shuya rested her chin and waited for her friend to break the merits by herself.

Sure enough, after a while.

"Oh, I just don't hate it."

He couldn't help giggling again.

After giggling to herself for about an hour, Fu Ling came back to her senses, seeing Sang Shuya embroidering something with a smile, a little strange: "Embroidering what?"

"Purse bag. Here it is..." and Qing Ru, "...of."

Fu Ling disapproved: "I can't use it."

Sang Shuya kept on embroidering, carefully embroidering: "Keep it away if you don't need it, these two are a pair." After a pause, she deliberately said: "You can give it away."

Fu Ling tugged at her cuffs awkwardly and said, "Where can I get someone to give it to me?"

Even though he said that, he still held his chin honestly and watched Sang Shuya embroider stitch by stitch.

After an unknown amount of time, Sang Shuya bit off the end of the thread and pushed the two purses forward: "Embroidery is finished."

Eyes are so tired, but now I finally feel sleepy.

Fu Ling took it over and looked at it repeatedly: "The embroidery is really good."

Sang Shuya blinked and said with a smile, "Who are you going to send?"

Fu Ling put the purse in her arms, full of arrogance: "Who can I give it to? I'll keep it for myself! Hmph!"

Say goodbye and leave.

Seeing Fu Ling's seriousness, Sang Shuya almost believed it.

Originally, I was a little troubled by my best friend's lack of understanding.

until.

When Qing Ru sneaked out of the palace to ask her to go to the opera in Liyuan, she took out a familiar peony purse from her bosom...

Sang Shuya just wanted to say something gently to that close friend——

I really believed in your evil.