Su Sheng and his dead Tsundere

"Your Highness!!" Su Sheng was driven out of the carriage by Xiao Jingan and could only chase after him. I don't know what made him angry again, hey.Su Sheng watched Xiao Jing'an enter the gate angrily, and could only look at his back at the gate, feeling troubled.

Didn't I just praise him, he looks so cute, why did he get angry...

"Your Highness!!" Su Sheng shouted and was about to catch up, and a cloth bag fell out of his arms, which was the one that Xiao Wan handed over to her before leaving. Su Sheng picked him up and slapped his head, thinking: I almost forgot about this , go to Huanong!

Su Sheng came to the small thatched cottage by the river along the way. Huanong hadn't seen him since the last time he helped Su Sheng let go of the lantern, and he didn't know what he was busy with now.Thinking about it, Su Sheng stepped into the thatched cottage, and what he saw were piles of windmills of all kinds, and even his most beloved medicinal materials were moved aside.Su Sheng looked at the windmill in this room, and began to worry again, what is this Huanong doing recently?

Su Sheng bent down and picked up a small windmill on the ground, and blew on him. The windmill started to move slowly. There were footsteps behind him. Su Sheng turned subconsciously and looked at Huanong who was holding a large pile of wood.

Huanong was obviously taken aback when he saw Su Sheng appearing in the house, but he calmed down quickly. He found a corner of the wood in his arms and put it on the ground, patted the ashes on his body, and said, "Brother Su, what do you think?" Come here, what happened?"

"Can't I come to see you if I have nothing to do?" Su Sheng consciously found a cleaner stool and sat down, took out the cloth bag from her arms and handed it to Huanong, saying: "My father has come to Jinling. Thank you from him."

Huanong took the cloth bag with both hands and opened it to see that there were two rows of silver needles of different lengths placed randomly.Huanong looked at it for a while and put him aside.Seeing Huanong's unsurprised look, Su Sheng said, "My father probably doesn't know about you? Why did he suddenly give you a gift?"

"Your father knows so many things, it's no surprise that he knows me." Huanong said with a poised face, and sat down to play with the windmill after speaking.Su Sheng handed the windmill in his hand to Huanong, and asked, "Huanong, why are you making so many windmills all of a sudden? I haven't seen you in the past few days, so you're all doing this, right?"

"Yes." Huanong replied very casually.

"What!! You really have been doing this all the time. For whom? Isn't it for the little prince?"

"No."

"what?"

"It's not for him. I just did it for fun because I was too bored." Huanong replied without stopping, without stopping at all.Su Sheng frowned as she stared at Huanong's hands that had been reddened by wood for a long time. Seeing his serious appearance, she was too embarrassed to disturb him, and said goodbye to him and left the thatched cottage.As soon as Su Sheng took a step out of the thatched cottage, Huanong broke through the door. Su Sheng looked at his panting appearance and asked, "What's the matter, Huanong?"

Huanong pointed to the windmill in Su Sheng's hand, and said, "Windmill, you have another one in your hand."

"What? Well, I'll give it back to you." Su Sheng took a deep breath, and returned the windmill in his hand, then Huanong turned around mercilessly and walked back, back! !Su Sheng looked at his unsympathetic back, stopped talking, saw the hair tie on his head raised the corner of his mouth, and thought: Still talking hard, it's obviously for that little prince.

In the middle of the night, in a corner of the East Palace, a person woke up from the bed and suddenly opened his eyes, sweating profusely, and kept muttering: "I can't die, I can't die...I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

"Ah!! Don't pester me anymore, I do it, I do it, I beg you, I beg you, don't pester me anymore, help..."

"Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha!!" A continuous stream of creepy laughter came from under the bed, passed into his ears, and occupied his brain.

"Is it done?" In a ruined temple outside the city, two figures were talking to each other by the light of the fire.

"Of course, if you hear such words for a month in a row, everyone will go crazy. As long as he is entangled by me, he will never be able to escape for the rest of his life. Haha, I am amazing! What about this person on the ground?" one of them Kicking the person who was knocked out because he suddenly caught him talking, laughed.

The other person looked down at him, took his hand and walked out one after the other, and then the ruined temple behind him flashed with flames, and the fire engulfed everything in an instant, and that unlucky guy could only wait for death.

On the second day, the streets and alleys were discussing one thing:

"Have you heard that the queen's nephew was found tragically dead in a burnt down temple yesterday, all burned to charcoal!!"

"In that case, won't the queen's younger brother be cut off?"

"That's right, so he went to the queen to complain overnight, and then the queen became furious and sent people to look for the prisoner everywhere. After all, it was her own nephew who died."

"Oh, it's so miserable, how can such a prisoner be found?"

"That is to say, it will become a headless case!!"