Young man, please stay

Chapter 235 Su Nuxia, long time no see
【Madam misses you so much】

Regardless of the literal meaning or connotation of these words, Qin Lang's meaning cannot be underestimated.

What's more, this is a message sent by a third person. Qin Lang, who was not able to see Princess Qingli for the first time, now sees the maid Taoer crying. It is really hard to imagine what Su Yinping is. Seeing the situation, my heart suddenly jumped up, and I couldn't help but lift my legs and walk through the door of the princess's mansion.

But after taking two steps, he stopped and turned to look at Gu Jin and Su Yupan.

"I…"

"Why don't you and I belong to you and me! Why don't you go quickly!"

Gu Jin stamped her foot and pushed Qin Lang's back with both hands, she even wanted to give him a kick in the butt.

Even now, he still has to worry about other women... Isn't he stupid...

Miss Sumire cursed in her heart.

After all, her relationship with Su Yinping is also very deep.

Qin Lang's eyebrows twitched subconsciously, and Tao'er, who had read poetry and books, immediately waved her hand, adding a layer of embarrassment to her already red face:

"Violet."

If a good princess doesn't enjoy the glory and wealth honestly and doesn't live in a good boudoir, why should she live in a study? What the hell is she doing?

As a result, the panting little maid behind her held up her skirt and trotted after her, out of breath:
"Qin...Qin Shaoxia, you are so fast..."

"No, you can go back too, I... will go back alone."

"You go ahead. I have been 'in retreat' for many days and it's time to return to the palace early."

The empress pursed her lips slightly, and her mind flashed back to the deep concern and distress on Qin Lang's face when he heard the news about his sister just now.

"Yes."

"Oh, yes..."

the other side.

The beauty of the furnishings and beds in the house were all in Qin Lang's eyes, but Qin Lang had no intention of admiring it. He sniffed the air and saw the scent of sandalwood, but the smell of Su Yin Ping in his memory was very weak. He walked around the emerald screen and saw that there was nothing behind the silk curtain. silhouette.

Naturally, Gu Jin would not second guess the emperor's thoughts, and walked into the princess' mansion as ordered.

"Qin...Qin Shaoxia! Huh...huh...Qin Shaoxia——!"

"Yes! Madam! Young hero, Tao'er just wants to tell you that Madam hasn't stayed in the boudoir for a long time."

"Madam... she usually lives in the study room. She has lived there for a long time..."

Gu Jin was slightly startled:
"Your Majesty, don't you..."

"Eh?"

Qin Lang frowned, clenched his fist and released it.

……

"Ah! Tao'er didn't mean to say that Qin Shaoxia is not good! Qin Shaoxia is tall and tall, and he is a martial arts master. At first glance, he can tell that he is very durable..."

"You should go and have a look too."

"Your Majesty, Tao'er will find someone to prepare carriages and horses."

Thinking of a certain Dabo woman, why do you feel that the maids these days are not very serious?
That's all, Qin Lang didn't bother to chat with the Huaichun girl at this age and asked directly:
"Where's the silver bottle?"

"Where is the study?"

"..."

"Over there! Next to the back garden, just walk to the end!"

Qin Lang's eyebrows trembled even more.

"The silver bottle is very good. I have already found out about it, so I won't..."

"Hmm? Then where does she live?"

Is this little girl okay?

As a result, my heart felt slightly sour for no reason, and I couldn't say the word "bother".

But having said that, in my subconscious, was it really that I was just indifferent to Qin Lang's small turn back, and didn't feel so relieved because of it...?
Presumably there is.

"Your Majesty?"

squeak-

Qin Langzheng was confused. He obviously followed the path pointed by Tao'er and shouldn't have gone wrong.

"..."

"..."

The empress fluttered her sleeves and walked away, seemingly using some mysterious steps. It seemed like she took a leisurely step, but in fact she was a few feet away in the blink of an eye, and soon she disappeared in the direction of the palace.

It was in the middle of the night, and Master Qianju, who was dedicated to guarding the princess, was not here, so with Qin Lang's half-step master's level of lightness, he easily arrived at Su Yinping's boudoir and opened the door. .

At least Su Yupan also has it.

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Tao'er pointed out the direction again, Qin Lang stepped a little closer, and soon there was no one there again.

Tao'er wanted to follow her again, but was patted on the shoulder by a hand.

"Senju-sama?"

"Let him go...alone."

"Oh…"

……

When Qin Lang arrived at the study, this time, as soon as he opened the door, a faint familiar fragrance filled his nose.

So at this moment, Qin Lang's heart relaxed as if he had gained instant peace.

Stepping into the threshold, the first thing he saw was an expensive bookcase that fit the status of Princess Qingli. The first time Qin Lang saw it, he was attracted by the drawing paper on it.

"This is…"

The scroll that is spread out horizontally is not a highly completed painting, but the faces of individual figures lined up.

This seemingly random drawing method is quite suitable as a comic strip practice.

front side beside.

Joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Loose tresses. Every face on the scroll is the same man, Qin Lang.

"..."

Touching the portraits with his fingertips, the corners of Qin Lang's lips slightly raised unconsciously. What came to his mind was that beautiful woman with firm eyes waving a pear knife in the morning light, her pretty face covered with beads of sweat, looking chic and elegant. The figure of hard work.

After a long time, Qin Lang didn't know how her martial arts training was going, or how far she had come from her dream of being a great master, but now she at least found...

Her painting... turns out to be so good.

Could it be that she is actually the type who is good at writing but not at martial arts?

Qin Lang was quite surprised by this.

But what's even more surprising is that there seems to be more than one scroll on the table.

"Ok?"

He slowly rolled up the first piece of drawing paper, and sure enough, there was another one underneath.

There are also several portraits of Qin Lang. Some of the postures are repeated from the first one, and some are not.

Roll up another one, and there is a third one underneath.

There is still a row of "Qin Lang", but this time, the quality of the painting seems to be slightly inferior to the one on the top.

Next is the fourth, fifth...

Qin Lang was more and more shocked as he turned over it. He originally thought that the desk was very thick, but when he turned over it, he discovered that the reason why the desk felt thick when he pressed it was entirely because there were one or two hundred scrolls on it!
The higher up the new paintings are, the better their painting skills are.

The further down the line the older works become, the more jerky they become.

In the end, Qin Lang simply turned to the first one, and the look of surprise on his face became even more amusing.

On the first scroll, it looked like a child's graffiti, with a round pig's head drawn and two words "Qin Lang" written randomly on the left.

Just looking at the painting, Qin Lang could imagine a certain princess at that time, with her sleeves rolled up and her pen clutched, looking resentful and resentful.

It turns out that, just like martial arts, there is nothing she is naturally good at.

But it's still the same as martial arts, she practices hard every day.

During the days when Qin Lang was away, she still did what she was best at, which was [persistence].

Keep practicing martial arts.

Keep practicing painting.

She insists on missing the sweetheart who promised her to come to the capital to find her.

"Well…"

"!"

An extremely subtle murmur sounded in his sleep, and Qin Lang turned his head and looked towards the right side of the study room.

There was a faint candlelight there.

In front of a narrow soft couch, two silver-white embroidered shoes were parked quietly on the ground. On the soft couch, a soft body wearing a green skirt was curled up slightly, with a pair of beautiful feet under the skirt. Wearing white socks, it looks like the two snow-white hind paws of a little rabbit lying in its nest.

"..."

How dare this guy sleep here like this every day?
Qin Lang's expression was speechless, but his heart felt warm and painful.

Because he had seen the thick stack of scrolls, he had probably guessed why this stupid princess did not sleep in the boudoir and insisted on staying in the study every day...

Qin Lang tiptoed over, not daring to wake up the sleeping beauty, and then carefully sat down beside the beauty's pillow. Seeing that the elegant bun on the back of her head looked a little messy due to lack of care, Qin Lang couldn't help but reach out and lightly touch her head. Give it a whisk.

"Well...Qin..."

"..."

She raised her beautiful eyebrows in her dream, and even started to scratch at random with one of her jade hands. Qin Lang subconsciously reached out again and pinched her cold fingers in his palm.

It was raining on the way to the capital, and it was also raining outside now. This study was not well protected from the wind, but she still foolishly wanted to sleep here.

Even though he was wearing a thick blanket, his hands were still frozen when he was restless while dreaming.
"...Lang..."

Her sleepy murmurs sounded again. Qin Lang lowered his head and looked at her pretty face that was exactly the same as the empress's. But for some reason, even if she didn't need to open her eyes, he could still feel the feeling that belonged to his sister Su Yinping. It was not the aura of my sister Su Yupan.

……

Qin Lang just squeezed her fingers gently and leaned slightly on the armrest, preparing to wake her up in silence first.

"what?"

However, before closing his eyes to rest his mind, Qin Lang also discovered a strange thing placed in front of the soft couch.

"Pen holder? Why put it here?"

A jade pen holder was actually placed on the ground, with four or five brushes thrown inside.

Qin Lang casually picked one up and looked at it. It was a very soft hair. It was brand new. There was indeed no ink stain on it.

You can rub the tip of the pen with your fingers, and it will be wet and sticky. It is full of something, and when you take it out of the pen holder, there seems to be a long thread of water.

hiss…

Is this paste?

But it doesn’t seem as thick as paste…

And the smell…

Qin Lang asked. There was an indescribable fishy sweet smell on the brush, but it was different from the smell of blood. The key was that it contained a very strong Su Yin Ping unique body fragrance. Overall, it smelled quite good.

Qin Lang really didn't know why these pens were placed in front of the couch, so he honestly put them back to their original places and began to meditate.

……

Until the next day, after a night of wind and rain, the sun shone brightly.

"Ha-well..."

Su Yinping, the princess of Qingli County, woke up from a somewhat sad dream as usual. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and the faint wet marks at the corners of her eyes. Then she suddenly realized that something was wrong. She grabbed the pear knife next to her. Turn over.

However, when she saw clearly the smiling face sitting next to her, as if he had come out of her dream, the pear knife in her hand fell down with a clang.

"morning."

Qin Lang looked at the lost and beautiful woman in front of him, whose eyelashes were gradually trembling more and more fiercely. He slowly raised his hand and made a fist:

"Nvxia Su, long time no see."

(End of this chapter)