I kicked the male lead away

The body of the original owner is worthy of being a small and strong physique in the original text after being abused by the male protagonist, falling off a cliff, having a miscarriage, and being persecuted by the villain. Fang Zhilan felt comfortable after a bowl of hot porridge many.

"How is it?" Chu Qingshu, who had finished feeding her and went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes, came back with a trace of imperceptible concern in her voice.

"Hmm..." Fang Zhilan raised her eyes and responded, "It's much better."

As soon as she opened her eyes, Chu Qingshu was sitting in front of her. Fang Zhilan realized that she had found a piece of red cloth at some point, and tied her black hair that was always loose into a high ponytail.

The girl has a head of smooth and straight hair, which used to be pinned behind her ears and hung on her shoulders, making her look delicate and graceful.

But now she had a high ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead, a jade-like face broke out of the shell, and a section of the red cloth that tied her hair hung down, in the coldness, with a bit of youthful spirit.

Even the mole of tears that I had seen so pitifully at the moment didn't appear to be weak, but was more beautiful.

"Is there anything dirty on my face?" Seeing her staring at her intently, Chu Qingshu couldn't help feeling guilty, and reached out to touch her face.

It turned out that the beauty would also care about this, Fang Zhilan chuckled a few times, but unexpectedly took a few breaths and then coughed non-stop.

Chu Qingshu hurriedly leaned over to cover Fang Zhilan with the quilt, but saw that she didn't care about it at all, and stared at herself with a smile: "Your face is always clean, and today your long hair is tied up, and your color looks even better."

Looking at each other, Chu Qingshu seemed expressionless, but her heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

The heat spread along that heart, so hot that the fingertips trembled.

Chu Qingshu had never encountered such a situation in her life, she felt as if she was sick, but her consciousness was very clear.

"Yeah." With a messy mind, she nodded with a blank expression.

Uh…

Fang Zhilan stopped smiling, and looked at Chu Qingshu's expression.

His face was as usual, even a little stiff.

Don't you like others praising her for being good-looking?

That's right, as a beauty, Chu Qingshu must have always been praised to the point of being impatient, and being praised so that there was no disturbance in her heart.

Fang Zhilan kept her mouth shut.

For a moment, the atmosphere froze somewhat awkwardly.

"Sister, are you full?" Fortunately, the kid named Heizi suddenly kicked in the door with a bowl of hot steamed buns, "My mother just steamed steamed buns, and asked me to bring you some."

"Thank you." Chu Qingshu was the first to react and got up to take it.

Unexpectedly, within a few seconds, she frowned and exhaled softly: "It's so hot!"

Fortunately, there was a table next to it, so Chu Qingshu was able to put the bowl on it hastily.

Fang Zhilan, who sat up smelling the aroma of steamed buns, saw her fingertips burnt red at a glance.

"Strange." The little black boy looked at his hands, "Why don't I feel hot?"

Presumably Chu Qingshu had never done any work before, and even the skin of her fingertips was delicate, Fang Zhilan hurriedly instructed her: "Put your fingers on your ears."

Chu Qingshu went in without knowing it, obediently obeyed, and said sullenly: "It's still hot."

She stood by the bed, talking to herself, Fang Zhilan simply turned over the quilt and sat up on her knees, raising her hand to touch her ear.

The soft tender flesh of the pinna was rubbed by her fingertips, like an electric current, ran across Chu Qingshu's skin, along her neck, along her spine, arousing an itchiness.

It made her tremble all over.

Huh?

Fang Zhilan looked sleepy.

How can someone's ears be hot?

Before she had time to think, she grabbed Chu Qingshu's hand and placed it on her ear.

Didn't see the color in the eyes of the person in front of him dimmed a bit.

"When your hands are hot, you can touch your ears." Fang Zhilan often cooks, so she naturally has rich experience, so she naturally shared it with Chu Qingshu without hesitation.

"Yeah." She replied in a low voice, but the tips of her ears became even hotter.

……

Hei'er, who was inexplicably ignored, couldn't understand the atmosphere in front of her, so she just sat down by herself and started to eat the buns.

After a while, Fang Zhilan also ate the warm steamed stuffed bun, satiated and ready to go out for a walk.

It turned out that the two of them had already drifted down the river to a small village tens of miles behind the canyon.

The village is backed by mountains, even in winter, the mountains are still lush and green, but there are some snow rimes hanging on the tops of the trees on the top of the mountain.

Aunt Liu's family lived not far from the river. That day, when Heizi was picking up pebbles by the river, he saw two beautiful sisters who had been washed ashore.

While chatting with the child, Fang Zhilan had already gnawed a steamed stuffed bun with cowpea stuffing, and reached out to take another one. The moment the meat stuffing was bitten off, her eyes curved into crescent moons: "It smells so good."

This one is stuffed with meat, but the meat is not as greasy as the usual ones.

"This is wild boar." Heizi knew what she was eating without even looking. "The wild boars on our mountain run around all day long. The meat is very firm and not fat at all."

"Wild boar?" Fang Zhilan was surprised that there would be such a thing.

"Yeah." Heizi nodded, "Sister, you're fine, don't run up the mountain alone, it's what you don't eat in winter, those boars can attack people."

"Then how did you catch it?"

"When trapping wild boars in the mountains, sometimes wild boars will be caught." Heizi added, "But sometimes there is no meat to eat, so you can't wait to trap. My father has bows and arrows, which can be used to shoot wild boars."

"Bows and arrows?" Chu Qingshu, who had been quietly at the side, suddenly spoke out, seeming to be interested.

"That's right." Heizi nodded, "My father just went to town, and there is still a bow hanging on the wall in his house, sister, would you like to see it?"

When it comes to playing, the brat is the first to get excited, with a sense of excitement that is eager to try.

They didn't know how to do it, it would be bad if it hurt people, Fang Zhilan was about to refuse, but saw that Chu Qingshu beside her had already nodded her head: "Okay."

So Heizi rushed out the door like a gust of wind, and after a while, there was an extra bow and arrow in his hand, and he handed it to Chu Qingshu: "Look, sister!"

If there was a tail behind him, he would definitely be able to turn into a propeller and fly into the sky at this moment.

"Thank you." Chu Qingshu looked at the bow and arrow in her hand.

This is a large bow with a moderately tight string and a smooth handshake, obviously it has been used for a long time.

Chu Qingshu compared it, then put it down, and said lightly: "It's not convenient in the house, why don't we go out and play."

?

Fang Zhilan had a bun stuffed in her mouth, unable to speak, she could only stare wide-eyed.

Chu Qingshu, is this serious?

With her slender arms and legs, can she draw a bow?

what to play.

But she had never played bow and arrow before. Seeing that the two of them were quite interested, Fang Zhilan was embarrassed to disappoint, and she blinked her eyes to show her agreement.

There is a small yard outside the door, and not far away is the river surface where the water flow is slowing down. The water surface reflects silvery white light under the winter sun.

On the edge of the yard is a row of unknown trees. In the winter in the south, not only did their leaves not fall, but they rattled in the winter wind.

Chu Qingshu walked straight with her bow and arrow until she reached the river bank covered with cobblestones.

Fang Zhilan trotted to her side with small steps, only then did she realize that there was a huge gap in the length of their legs.

It can be seen that the parents of the prime minister's house are indeed not good people, raising a good little girl like a bean sprout.

Chu Qingshu glanced at her, a smile unconsciously formed on the corner of her lips, and quickly suppressed it: "You want to play too?"

"No need." Fang Zhilan shook her head, "I'll watch you play."

See what you can do.

Because she was worried about the wind and cold outside, she put on the furry hat that Aunt Liu wore in winter, with a white and tender smiling face under the hat.

Chu Qingshu subconsciously stretched out her hand and pressed it on top of her head: "Put the hat on."

……

The hat that was bigger around the head fell down, and her eyes went dark. Fang Zhilan felt that her height was being despised again.

Before that, Chu Qingshu was either lying on the carriage or lying on the hospital bed, but now she stands up and walks around, pressing Fang Zhilan's head every now and then.

Quickly retracting her hand, Chu Qingshu took out the arrow from her quiver and put it on the bowstring.

Fang Zhilan raised her head and raised her hat, only then could she clearly see her demeanor when she was shooting arrows.

With the bow in his left hand and the string in his right hand, his clear and beautiful eyes are slightly narrowed, and in the tranquility, he is more ruthless.

She has a thin figure, so when she bowed backwards, Fang Zhilan could even see through the material of the clothes that Chu Qingshu's shoulder blades were constantly retracting slightly.

There was a sound of "Xu", the tip of the arrow pierced the air, engulfed in the cold wind, and shot straight at the cypress tree a hundred steps away.

Fang Zhilan's pupils widened unconsciously following the movement of the arrow, and she forgot to breathe for a moment.

Immediately, the arrowhead was deeply embedded in the thick bark, and the arrow shaft was still rattling, with the arrow feathers trembling slightly.

It seemed that the result was in her expectation, Chu Qingshu only glanced briefly, then let out a breath, and looked sideways at Fang Zhilan who was full of disbelief, the red headband fluttering in the air, her brows slightly Picked it up: "How is it?"

It was obvious that she had seen through her suspicion just now, and now she was slapped in the face.

Fang Zhilan didn't reply to her, and ran to the other side to make sure if it was a trick.

She touched the arrow with her hand to confirm that it had shot into the tree trunk, and it took a lot of effort to even pull it out, Fang Zhilan couldn't pull it out for a long time.

And Chu Qingshu didn't know when she stepped behind Fang Zhilan.

She leaned over, put her chin on Fang Zhilan's shoulder, and the hot air she exhaled when she spoke slapped Fang Zhilan's almost transparent white ears: "Is it serious, do you want to learn?"

Think, she thinks so much.

Fang Zhilan nodded sharply, turned her head and looked up at Chu Qingshu: "Chu...Sister, teach me, teach me, okay?"

He didn't notice how ambiguous the posture of the two of them was at the moment.

Chu Qingshu stretched out her hand to pull out the arrow.

From the perspective of others, it looked as if she reached out and trapped Fang Zhilan between the tree trunk and herself.

Suddenly her mouth became dry, Chu Qingshu lowered her eyes, and the feeling of an uncontrollable heartbeat struck again.

Fang Zhilan raised her head and stared at her eagerly, not understanding why she was staring at her all the time, so she whispered again, "Sister?"

There was a weak cry like a cat's moan, but with the force of a single spark, Chu Qingshu's blood began to boil in an instant, and the hand holding the arrow was unconsciously clenched.