His little apprentice has a soft and charming waist

Chapter 50 First Meeting
When Ning Shuo first arrived in Lingnan, Sheng Yanling was only 11 years old.She was young and immature, and looked at him with curiosity and admiration.Later, when I grew up year by year, looking at him again, I became dependent.

A feeling of dependence is considered normal between master and apprentice.Ning Shuo never thought about it.The little girl's eyes were extremely clear, and his thoughts were never skewed. The relationship between the two of them can be called frank.

But her appearance now is obviously different from before.He is not an ignorant young man, so he naturally understands that in her eyes looking forward to "he becomes a husband", there is a meaning of attachment that she has not discovered.

It's okay if it's just the meaning of attachment, but ordinary attachment can't give birth to the idea of ​​"stand-in".

I'm afraid it's... love.

And judging by her appearance, I'm afraid she still doesn't know what she's doing.

He was extremely terrified: he had already passed away, if she suddenly came to her senses and found that she fell in love with a dead person, how would she deal with herself?

It is inevitable to be seriously injured again.

Ning Shuo frowned, but Sheng Yanling hadn't noticed it, and was still thinking "Mr. also wears a unicorn like this".She even felt sore in her heart, thinking that her husband actually looks better in clothes than her cousin - the cousin looks like him in bones, but his appearance is not as good.

The beauty of Mr. is unmatched.

She sat back on the stone bench again, a little happy and a little disappointed in her heart, and in the end she didn't know what she was thinking, so she simply didn't want to.She picked up a brand new copper coin, and picked up the crane feather that Li Shi specially found for them, and deftly started to make shuttlecocks.

The fifth girl just looked at her, and then at the third brother, and felt that the atmosphere between the two of them...was a bit strange.As for where the blame is, she couldn't tell.

But it's not good to say nothing like this.And third brother, if you don’t say anything, you’re leaving—you’ve got all the little unicorns, so you can leave, right?What are you still standing here for?
Fortunately, the third brother seemed to have a serious reason. He said, "Shall I make a wooden sword? You are weak."

Miss Wu said twice, "Please trouble third brother, then you can make wooden swords."

Ning Shuo was not sitting close to them, but not far away, quietly carving sword patterns on the wood with a dagger.The group fell silent again.

The fifth girl took a deep breath, and tentatively started the conversation, "Is the third brother still studying the criminal law with Mr. Bu Yuchuan today?"

Ning Shuo thought that Yanling probably fell in love with him, so he nodded absently.

Fifth girl: "..."

She simply turned her head to look at the feast bell.

It's so easy to talk to Feast Bell!She opened her voice and asked, "How did you meet your husband?"

Sure enough, the little girl who had just been working hard on making shuttlecocks raised her head instantly, with a smile on her face, "My husband is from outside. We haven't moved in a new person in our alley for a long time. When he came, many people went to watch the excitement. I went to see it too."

She recalled it for a while, Miss Wu thought she was going to say a lot, but she just said affirmatively: "A lot of books!"

Miss Wu laughed, and even Ning Shuo couldn't help smiling.

Fifth girl asked, "What happened next?"

Yan Yanling recalled with a smile, "Later..."

"One morning, my mother Xu and I passed by his house and saw him lying on a deck chair under a big tree basking in the sun."

It's spring, and the green trees are sprouting, but Xu's mother curled her lips and said, "Why does it look like a dead tree?"

Thinking of this, her heart trembled, and she said seriously to the fifth girl and third cousin: "Mother Xu is talking nonsense! She only sees that husband is like a dead tree, but she never thought that a dead tree will sprout in spring."

She gestured hard, "Beside Mr., there is a century-old tree in Lingnan. On Mr.'s head, there is a thick crown of a century-old tree, with mulberry green leaves and mottled roots. Even a dead tree should have a glimmer of life, right?"

The fifth girl followed her gestures, and a picture actually came into being in her mind: Happy together, delicately, the sun shines through the gaps of the century-old trees and shines on a handsome but dying person.

The morning sun and the dusk are entwined with people, contradictory and soft.

She had a heart for painting.If it is drawn, it must be beautiful.

Miss Wu is also a lover of books and paintings. She couldn't help telling Sheng Yanling the picture she wanted, "Let's draw it?"

Sheng Yanling suddenly became dumb and shook her head, "I can't... I can't draw, Mister."

The fifth girl regretted again and again, "It's a pity."

Sheng Yanling also felt that it was a pity, and she could only say firmly: "Anyway, since then, I have believed that the husband will germinate!"

The fifth girl laughed again.I found her to be childlike and attractive.Ning Shuo also recalled the first time he met her in her sentence.

At that time, the little girl was standing timidly at the gate of his yard, holding the door frame anxiously and whispering to herself, "Here, this... sir... I live in the first house at the end of Taoling Lane."

It was indeed a spring day, and he remembered the spring, her voice was soft and waxy, with a childlike innocence, and it appeared in his ears just like that with the spring breeze.

He closed his eyes, sat under the tree, and basked in the sun against the big tree.Although he never opened his eyes or opened his mouth to respond, he was still disturbed by the word "this gentleman" for a moment.

It's strange.

It was the first time someone called him Mr.

But ignore her.He was thinking about who killed his father in his mind, and he didn't have the heart to answer her words.But she is very persistent.After a while, a piece of peach blossom cake came.

At first, she stood outside the door flatteringly, then cautiously entered the courtyard door without asking, and stood in front of him expectantly.

"Mr. . . . do you have a lot of books? Are you very learned?"

Ning Shuo opened his eyes, and the cold look on his face obviously frightened her. She took a few steps back in fear, showing that she was timid.

But after a few moments, he boldly took a step forward again, "You have so many books, are you also a teacher?"

In the whole town, only the old gentleman who teaches has so many books.

As she said, she passed the peach blossom cake in her hand to the front, "Sir...can I read your book?"

He didn't speak, and closed his eyes again.

She could only leave obediently.But the peach blossom crisp remained.

Sunrise and sunset, he didn't go back to the house all night, he just leaned against the big tree and had nightmares. The next morning, he didn't know whether he was woken up by the cold dew or the sun, and his whole body was very uncomfortable.

He thought that it would be nice to die in such an uncomfortable way.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and then saw her looking at him expectantly, her eyes were very bright, and she carefully handed over a piece of Shanlin cake, which is often eaten for breakfast in Lingnan.

"May I... borrow your book?"

——So... such a timid girl, how could she boldly fall in love with her husband?

His heart was burning with panic.

After a person dies, knowing that his disciple loves him ignorantly is not a pleasant thing - even if he is not dead, it is also a headache.

He sighed, feeling pain all over his body.Sour and astringent, the pain made his face pale.

At the end of the pain, even he himself didn't understand why his body hurt.

Fortunately, he kept his head down, and when the sword was carved, the two little girls didn't notice anything strange about him.Instead, he was talking about Song Qingshu.

"I heard him... the whole capital knew about such things, and I was really happy. But my mother said that the girl from the Mo family would also go to the elder sister's house at that time. I was really afraid that the girl from the Mo family would be wronged and implicated."

Sheng Yanling: "Hey, what should we do then? When the time comes, shall we talk to the girl from the Mo family?"

Miss Wu nodded, "Okay - find a few more people, let's guard her, and she won't hear those gossips."

Then scolded: "It's just a girl's family, some men's mouths are really ugly!"

Sheng Yanling shared the same hatred, "We should have separate dinners then, right? We won't see any men?"

Miss Wu nodded, "It's also about Song Qingshu!"

So what they have to guard against is only women who like to gossip.

Sheng Yanling has participated in a noble girl's banquet once, and she thinks it's okay, but: "Everyone really likes to talk about...new things about Kyoto."

She must have been secretly told too.

Ning Shuo saw them rubbing against each other's heads and saying that the girl and wife of that family were being rude, and he didn't care at all that he was on the side.

Yan Ling didn't look at him expectantly anymore.

At this moment, Ning Shuo was a little dumbfounded: So what is he worrying about?

He shook his head and continued to carve the wooden sword.

　This is one and a half.

　　The second watch is around 2 o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)