Crown Jewels

Chapter 2 Little Sister Song Leyi

The boy's words spliced ​​the previously forgotten memories together bit by bit. Song Yan, who was not in a clear mood at first, was covered with impatience again, but the humble and dejected self in the dream was unwilling to be forgotten.

Thinking of the woman who repeatedly appeared in the dream in recent days, Song Yan's nasal cavity overflowed with a cold snort, with a slight mockery in his eyebrows and eyes, the person who can make Song Yan humble and defeated is probably not born in this life.

Song Yan lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the milk yam cake that had been placed on the table for two days. He pushed the dish aside in disgust. Before he could speak impatiently, Chen Ping, who was waiting beside him, quickly explained:
"My lord, the miss called the little one to put it on your table in person, saying it was to pad your stomach."

Hearing this, Song Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, put on a Confucian robe over his middle coat and fastened the last button, took off the couch and put on the hat.

The arc-shaped cloth fits the top of the head, and the top is connected with a square top. Two square long cloths hang down from the back of the head and hang down on the back of the waist. Facing the bronze mirror, the tip of the hair protruding from the forehead is covered with the brim of the hat. Only then is it satisfied. nodded.

"Brother, grandparents and grandparents are waiting for you at the Shou'an Hall, yet today you are still lazy and sleepy—"

An immature female voice came from outside the door with a bit of a milky voice, and she actually talked about him seriously!

The corners of Song Yan's lips were slightly raised, and he picked up two pieces of milk yam cakes that had been pushed into the corner, stuffed one of them into his mouth and bit it whole, and walked to the courtyard in three or two steps, and flicked the girl who was waiting for him in the courtyard. forehead.

"The little kid is not old or young, and he even taught his brother a lesson."

Song Leyi looked at Song Yan standing in front of him with a loose expression, clutching his forehead in pain, stomping his feet in dissatisfaction, his big clear eyes showed some annoyance.

"You, uh-"

She was about to open her mouth to complain, but her mouth was stuffed with a piece of pastry, which was soft and glutinous with a faint milky taste. Song Leyi subconsciously chewed and swallowed.

"I don't know that I don't like sweets, and I still send them here every day. Are you asking for trouble?"

Song Yan's eyes looked cool, but his feet were walking like flying, and he took Song Leyi's hand and rushed to Shou'an Hall.

"You don't know luck yet?"

There was a sound of puffing and drumming.

"That's inside the palace—"

Song Leyi pursed her lips, and before she finished speaking, all her mind was on breaking free from Song Yan's claws that were holding her.

Sensing Song Leyi's struggle, Song Yan paused and turned his head impatiently.

"Okay, what's the hypocrisy? I'm your brother!"

"Men and women have different seats at the age of seven. This is what the female teacher taught me, not to mention that I am already eight years old."

Although Song Leyi was full of momentum, she didn't dare to raise her head. She just stared at her toes, turned her body slightly to express her awkwardness and dissatisfaction, and muttered:
"It's impolite, be careful not to find your sister-in-law in the future!"

Looking coldly at the little girl's pretentiousness, Song Yan snorted coldly.

An eight-year-old girl who still speaks in a childish voice and wears a bun on her hair. She is clearly a child and wants to pretend to be an adult and take care of his business?

Squinting his eyes to look at the girl doll, Song Yan pinched the baby fat on her face, and then calmly helped the crooked bead flower on her bun. He didn't pull her any more, but only slightly shortened his body. Leaning closer to her, the inertial threat said:

"Don't leave yet. If I'm late, I'll tell my grandmother that I'm waiting for you!"

Song Leyi looked at the big face that suddenly approached, her eyes suddenly shone with stars, and her white and tender fingers quickly lifted the brim of Song Yan's hat, revealing the messy beauty tip underneath, which made the originally handsome boy even more red lips and white teeth.

"What? Afraid that I'm too ugly, so I won't have the face to face my future classmates?"

Song Leyi's immature tone was full of jokes, and then she put on airs to comfort her in a childish voice:

"Brother, you don't have to be inferior! You look like me, and I have been good-looking since I was a child."

After finishing speaking, Song Leyi was serious, and tiptoed to pat Song Yan's back, but she couldn't help but peek at Song Yan's expression from the corner of her eye.

Brother and sister Song Yan and Song Leyi follow their mother Fu's in appearance. They are delicate and delicate, with red lips and white teeth. They both have a pleasing beauty point on their foreheads. Because of their excessive delicacy, Song Yan was often regarded as a girl when she was young.

It wasn't until later that Song Yan invited his husband to learn martial arts, his face became more stern, and his eyes became a little casually sharper. Only then did he completely get rid of the childhood jokes.

But even so, Song Leyi knew that her brother Song Yan would always keep the brim of the hat low on occasions where it was allowed to wear a hat, so as to cover the protruding beauty point in front of his forehead, so as to make him more heroic.

Song Yan rolled his eyes, and then said "Oh" in a strange way.

Too lazy to talk to Song Leyi, he turned around directly, and his feet were a little faster.

The biological mother of the two brothers and sisters passed away early. Although Song Yan had a bad temper, he was seven years older than Song Leyi and took his younger sister with him wherever he went, so the two got along very well and casually in private.

"Hey-brother, I'm just praising you!"

Seeing that Song Yan had no intention of accommodating her, Song Leyi pursed her lips angrily, then lifted the corner of her skirt, and trotted with her calf in three or two steps.

Finally rushed to Song Yan's side, seeing him ignoring her with a cold face, Song Leyi's clear pupils flashed with annoyance, she cleared her throat deliberately, her tone slowed down and approached.

"Brother, I heard that Huangu Academy enrolled a lot of female students this year?"

Song Yan didn't stop on his feet, raised his brows lightly, his eyes stopped on the girl's slightly dilated pupils with excitement, and then calmly retracted, but he hummed blankly as a response.

Seeing that Song Yan was not very enthusiastic, Song Leyi continued to work hard and said earnestly:

"Seriously, brother, you have to take good care of it!"

On both sides of the path planted with green bamboos, faintly carved roof beams soon appeared.

Song Yan stopped, grinned inexplicably, glanced at the Shou'an Hall in front of him, finally turned around, and stared at the girl who only reached his chest.

Song Yan looked at the girl who shrank her neck and was out of breath.

He suddenly bent down to get closer to her, arched his teeth with the tip of his tongue, raised his brows, looked radiant, and pointed to his face confidently.

"I said, are you afraid that you have misunderstood your brother?"

"Growing up like me, the girls in Lin'an City are all lined up, do I need to be sure?"

"Little thing, what about you! With this spare time, it's better to make more plans for yourself."

"after all!"

Song Yan's eyes overflowed with amusement.

"Brother, I can't really support you for a lifetime."

After finishing speaking, Song Yan didn't turn his head back, didn't pay attention to the girl who bared her teeth and claws behind her, and turned around resolutely and stepped into Shou'an Hall with long legs.

Song Leyi just wanted to retort, but found that she had already arrived at her grandmother's place, so she quickly regained her composure and carefully arranged the skirt that was blown by the wind.

She managed her facial expressions, and then walked into the main room with a dignified and elegant posture. At the door, she heard the hearty and loving voice of her grandmother, whose cadence was reassuring.

"Brother Yan, once you enter this ancient academy, you won't be as naughty as your family. The rules in the academy don't distinguish identities, so you should treat everyone equally."

(End of this chapter)