sick princess

Facing Lan Chengyu's silent threat, Lan Chuyan also restrained her smile, her pretty face was full of aloofness.

She took Baoluo's hand and walked towards the teahouse without looking back: "My brother sometimes has a very weird temper, just ignore him and let him stay by himself for a while. No one is used to it. It's gone. Let's go in quickly. I heard laughter from this teahouse just now. It's so lively. We'll be late later, but we won't hear anything..."

Baoluo knew that Lan Chengyu and Lan Chuyan, brother and sister, were not at odds with each other on weekdays.Ever since she first met Lan Chuyan, Lan Chuyan has been working hard to tear down her brother's platform. Now that the siblings are getting older, this point has not changed at all.

Once Lan Chuyan pulls Baoluo to talk for too long and ignores Lan Chengyu, Lan Chengyu will have a cold face, with "I'm very unhappy" written all over his face, and Lan Chengyu The same is true for Chuyan.Just now, Baoluo and Lan Chengyu just looked at each other and said a few words, Lan Chuyan was very unhappy, feeling that her friend had been snatched away.

It was fine when the two brothers and sisters were separated, one was a young lady and the other was a young master Pianpian, but once the two brothers and sisters walked together... Tsk tsk, I'm afraid I could only see two naive older children bickering.

Thinking of this, Baoluo also found it quite interesting.While being dragged away by Lan Chuyan, she turned her head and showed a helpless expression to Lan Chengyu.

Lan Chengyu was silent for a moment, and said to the two soldiers beside him, "Follow."

The two soldiers looked at each other, wiped the sweat off their brows, and resigned themselves to following Lan Chengyu to make the background board.

In the teahouse, the storyteller happened to be talking about the part where the King of Beirong attacked Daxia: "... but he said that the king of Beirong was really a tiger with a head as big as a bucket and eyes like copper bells. He just stood there casually, It can scare people half to death. The king of Beirong is cruel-violent-natural. It is said that if he does not kill people for a day, his hands will itch. When he occupied the border cities of Daxia, the people in the city were really arrogant Don't dare to take a breath, for fear that one mistake will attract the attention of the demon king and bring disaster to the whole family."

Speaking of this, Mr. Storyteller paused, and said mysteriously: "Not only that, I heard that the King of Beirong also likes to eat raw human flesh."

There was a burst of boos all around.

"Is this Beirong king really so scary?" Someone immediately asked a question below.

"Of course, otherwise, the King of Beirong would have scared our General Shi to death just by meeting him?" the storyteller asked.

"It seems to make sense. However, the Beirong King is so powerful, isn't it true that no one can defeat him?"

"Why is there no one? The King of Beirong was clearly beaten to the brim by Wu Anhou, and the shit is gone... Wu Anhou is obviously stronger than him!" Someone retorted dissatisfied.

"The King of Beirong is so terrifying, but Marquis Wu An was able to defeat him. It can be seen that Marquis Wu An is also an extraordinary person..."

"This is what we're going to talk about next." The storyteller closed the paper fan and said in a serious manner: "Although King Beirong is terrifying, Marquis Wu'an is also the God of War descending to earth—you think, the emperor is the son of heaven, but Marquis Wu'an The emperor's nephew, can that be a mortal?"

"I heard that when Marquis Wu'an appeared on the stage, he stepped on auspicious clouds and wore a rosy light. When he saw the king of Beirong making trouble in our Daxia territory and bullying the people, he was furious. He charged forward and fought with King Beirong for [-] rounds, the fight was so dark..."

The people in the teahouse listened intently to the storyteller's rhetoric, and Lan Chuyan lay on Baoluo's shoulder and laughed wildly: "Oh, I can't do it anymore, this is the first time I know that my silly brother is not human, It's the angels descending to earth."

Baoluo glanced at Lan Chengyu's face, seeing that Lan Chengyu's usually expressionless handsome face was full of entanglements at this moment, she couldn't help turning her head away, and chuckled softly.

Fortunately, their voices were not loud, and people around them were all focused on the storyteller, so no one noticed them.

"Chuyan, you have to write down these jokes and tell Madam Lan when you go back. Madam Lan will definitely be interested in these." Baoluo reminded Lan Chuyan.

"It makes sense, I have to listen carefully. Otherwise, when I get home, I still don't know what kind of god my silly brother is." Lan Chuyan clenched her fists.

Lan Chuyan was quite proud, but Lan Chengyu's complexion was not very good-looking.Come to think of it, it is a very subtle feeling to hear stories about oneself from others.

While Lan Chuyan was listening to the story intently, Baoluo noticed that Lan Chengyu quietly exited the door.She thought for a moment, then followed.

Lan Chengyu walked fast, with big steps, while Baoluo always walked slowly, so he couldn't catch up with him at all.

It was Lan Chengyu who frowned slightly after hearing the rapid breathing from behind, deliberately slowed down his pace, and let Baoluo slowly move to his side.

After jogging for a while, Baoluo's figure was a little unsteady, she held onto Lan Chengyu's sleeve, stood firm, and then let go of her hand: "Are you angry?"

Looking at those loose little hands, Lan Chengyu felt a little lost for no reason.He shook his head: "No, I'm just not interested."

angry?nonexistent.If he could be provoked so easily, he might be taken down with a heart attack before he even went to the battlefield.

Listening to the storyteller's story, Lan Chengyu seemed to be listening to the deeds of a stranger who had nothing to do with him, without any emotion.only……

Lan Chengyu glanced at Baoluo.

If he didn't leave, why would Baoluo come out because of worry?

Since Lan Chengyu stopped going to the study room to attend classes, he rarely had the opportunity to talk to Baoluo alone.This time, he managed to get an opportunity, and he didn't want to be disturbed by his ungrateful younger sister again.

Therefore, even though he knew that Baoluo had misunderstood something, Lan Chengyu had no intention of explaining it—let her continue to misunderstand like this.

"Really? Actually, I think the story of the storyteller is quite interesting, although I know that most of what the storyteller said is fabricated." Baoluo said.

"Why don't you continue listening inside?" Lan Chengyu stared at her.

Of course it's because you left suddenly, making people worry, Baoluo thought.

Baoluo paused, and said: "I have been listening to the storyteller for so long, and I can roughly guess his story. It doesn't matter whether I listen to it or not. Now, I want to hear you, the client, tell me personally. Tell me what happened at that time."

Although in this battle, Lan Chengyu became famous in the first battle and seemed to be incomparable, but Baoluo knew that behind the danger of the soldiers, there must be countless crises hidden.

Is the Northern Rong royal court easy to get along with?Even though the Beiliang Royal Court was empty of guards because the King of Beirong led the army to go out, it is not easy to lead people to besiege the Royal Court of Beirong and use it to threaten the King of Beirong.

And there is the Xiliang royal court.

In recent years, Xiliang has always been the focus of Daxia's attention. Although the national power is gradually inferior to Beirong due to years of wars, it should not be underestimated.In the first battle that Lan Chengyu participated in, he used Xiliang to establish his prestige. It is unknown how many dangers are behind this that are not known to outsiders.

Lan Chengyu glanced at Baoluo, then sat down on his knees, looking up at the sky.In the past, his words and deeds were extremely restrained and respectful.After returning from the border, he seemed to be much more casual.

Baoluo hesitated for a moment, and sat beside Lan Chengyu.

Anyway, she is now outside the palace, and no one knows her identity, so why not try something that has never been tried before?

Unexpectedly, she bent her knees halfway, and was supported by Lan Chengyu.Lan Chengyu frowned and looked at Baoluo, disapprovingly said: "You are weak, just sit down and be careful not to catch a cold."

Baoluo's interest was disturbed by others. Although he knew that he had good intentions, he was also a little sullen: "You are sitting, but let me stand. What's the reason?"

Lan Chengyu thought for a while, took off the cloak he was wearing, and placed it on the open space beside him: "Okay, you can sit now." He carefully helped Baoluo sit on the cloak.

Seeing Lan Chengyu's meticulousness, Baoluo felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

I don't know when it started, as long as she was with Lan Chengyu, it seemed that she would be well taken care of.Although Lan Chengyu's concern is not as expressive as Lan Chuyan's, it has a kind of gentleness that nourishes everything and is silent.

Seeing Baoluo obediently sitting next to him, Lan Chengyu had a smile in his eyes, and began to tell his experiences in detail.Although he was reticent, his thinking was very clear, and Baoluo didn't find it boring after listening all the way.

When he heard something, Baoluo suddenly interrupted Lan Chengyu: "You said that you were discovered and injured at the last moment of besieging Beirong Royal Court. Now, are your injuries healed?"

"Okay, even the doctor said, I'm like a calf. Others have to rest for a month when they are injured, but I only took more than half a month, and everything is ready."

"The body is yours after all, so don't ignore it." Baoluo said to Lan Chengyu seriously: "Don't rely on your good foundation to disregard your body."

"Are you caring about me, Baoluo?"

Baoluo ran into Lan Chengyu's clear black eyes unexpectedly, and those black eyes were like a whirlpool, trying to draw people into it.Baoluo quickly averted her eyes.

Originally, according to the friendship between Baoluo and Lan Chengyu who grew up as children, it was very natural to care a few words.But if Lan Chengyu asked such a deliberate question, Baoluo felt a little uncomfortable.

She turned her head and pinned a strand of hair behind her ears, her ears were slightly red: "...Naturally, I am not concerned about you, who else should I care about?"

The clear laughter of the young man came from beside his ears, and along with the breeze, it was sent to Baoluo's ears.

"I am very happy."