She also had a day when she rolled over

Chapter 112 Little Mermaid (13)

The other brothers and sisters didn't have their own palace until Jiji, but she was lucky, she already had it when she could talk.

And because she was more able to please her father, she was teased by other brothers and sisters, and she went back after being covered in mud.

When An Haiping found out, he became furious, locked everyone in confinement, and allocated an extra strand of his own mental power to stay in her palace, always paying attention to the disturbances that happened around him.

She was about to break her head, but she still couldn't remember anything, as if nothing had happened.

"Second sister? Second sister is dead?"

How could it be dead?

But she didn't know what was going on, and in order to avoid trouble, she didn't ask anyone this question.

Suddenly he remembered that the blue flower demon was also dead. At that time, she thought He Fan's lover was this little flower demon.

I often saw him talking and playing with the little flower demon, and transplanted him from the garden into a pot and brought him back to his yard.

Even if a friend dies, it should be sad, right?But on the other hand, He Fan, he is simply refreshed on happy occasions, and he feels that he is getting more and more lively every day.

She didn't mean to feel sorry for this flower demon at all, of course, in the classroom a long time ago, Xiao Huayi secretly followed him into the academy, and was caught and played by a group of children.

Because of this incident, he punished them to copy the book and think about it for several days, and asked them to sincerely apologize to her.

How long has it been, how can he not be sad?

An Yiran also doubted, could it be that both of them are too solid in their hearts?But later reasoning allowed her to rule out this possibility as well.

She just wants to figure out why she forgot about it, and why others think she should remember it?
"He Fan, don't act stupid, you know what I mean."

"I really don't know what you mean by that."

"You won't forget that flower demon, right? Your favorite one. She died, right next to An Miaoyu."

"I know."

"I'm asking you why I forgot, why I don't know anything."

He Fan wanted to take a step, but was pressed by her, he looked into her eyes, "Yes, why did you forget?"

why?

An Yiran stared at his eyes not to be outdone, his eyes seemed to hold a vast ocean, a bottomless ocean, and the huge vortex seemed to attract and swallow her.

With just one glance, she was fascinated, and she couldn't extricate herself anymore.

Slowly, her pupils were dilated, and she was on the verge of falling. She almost dropped the gun in her hand to the ground, but was picked up by He Rong.

He flicked the gun and threw it on the table.In his arms was An Yiran who had passed out. He carried her to the bed and leaned on the head of the bed to look at her.

"Sure enough, you are better behaved when you don't speak, although I have already realized it."

If An Yiran heard He Fan's words, he would definitely be able to scold him. He Fan loves her because he really loves her, but the two of them would not give in to each other when they were arguing.

He Fan shunned her bangs for An Yi's sake, "Have a good dream, my girl, forget about the things that make you unhappy, and be happy and at ease when you wake up again."

In this way, the moonlight hit the lake, and the sparse shadows shone into her palace through the window.

"Hmm..." An Yiran stretched her arms, and then found herself lying on the bed.

"I'm asleep?"

"Well, seeing that you are sleeping soundly, I don't have the heart to disturb you."

An Yiran saw the moonlight pouring in from outside, it was over, and she couldn't sleep again tonight.

"By the way, I'll tell you how to inject spiritual power." An Yiran sat next to him and picked up the gun.

"Did I put it together before I fell asleep? Didn't I remember dismantling it?"

He Fan poured her a cup of hot tea, "Are you hysterical? You may be sleepy, so you just finished the fight in a daze."

"oh oh."

An Yiran pointed to a place, "It's right here."

"I don't quite understand what you mean, or you can draw it."

"stupid!"

Although An Yiran disliked him, he still went to find a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Where did all those maids go to be lazy?"

"Maybe I saw you fell asleep to relax."

"I don't see you bringing someone with you." An Yiran dabbed some ink and traced the general outline.

"I'm just a maid in charge of cleaning. Because my mother is sick, I went back to take care of her mother. I agree."

"Then you are really great."

She finished the painting in just a while, and she showed him her painting with satisfaction.

"It's here, can you understand now?"

He Fan: Her drawing is a little too rough.Isn't this embarrassing him?
"Still not able?"

"Why?" An Yiran looked at the results of her labor and expressed her satisfaction.

"Leave it to you Danqing, you have never studied it seriously." He Fan sighed, picked up the pen that was put aside, and wrapped his hand around An Yiran's.

Drawing on a brand new piece of paper, An Yiran's hand followed his trajectory completely. He drew a rough outline, and then the parts inside were also drawn out.

"Circle it." He Fan leaned over her ear, and when he spoke, hot air sprayed out and landed on her face, a little itchy.

"It's right here." After finishing the circle, she immediately escaped from his circle and sat on the bed.

"Okay, I'm still a little sleepy. After you read it, put it on the table and go back."

"Just woke up and can't wait to see off the guests?"

"I didn't wake up!!!"

"Okay, okay." He Fan shrugged helplessly, and after confirming the location, he went out.Remember to help her lock all the doors and windows before leaving.

An Yiran lit the candle that He Fan had just cut off, and looked at the picture he drew by the candlelight.

"It looks pretty good." She had to admit, much better than her.

In comparison, if you look at the things she draws, it's just a pile of shit, you don't even want to pick up junk.

He who had already taken a nap didn't know if it was because he was too sleepy today, but he fell asleep again looking at the moonlight outside.

The next morning, she went to the school where the other princes had classes, just to let them appreciate her peerless paintings.

"Isn't it good-looking, isn't it amazing? Have you ever seen such a handsome thing?" An Yiran held the blueprint of the gun to the other princes as if showing off.

"You drew this? I don't believe it."

"Did someone draw it for you? Or did you take someone else's?"

"This is my painting, believe it or not."

"Call me to see your painting process."

An Yiran was a little sullen, "Do I need to put a shadow stone beside me when I draw?"

These people really can't speak at all, and they don't understand the charm of language at all.

(End of this chapter)