I heard that Niangniang is nearsighted

Chapter 140 Raindrops falling on the window lattice

After returning to the Luo Temple, Fan Manman collapsed on the soft couch as if she had lost all her bones, and picked up a storybook to read.

Liuying sighed softly in her heart, she didn't know whether it was good or bad for the master to be so big-hearted.

Gently covering the master with a thin blanket, Liuying carefully retreated out, she knew that the master prefers to be alone when he reads the scriptures.

Ever since Fan Manman listened to Liu Shuang read the story book and learned Da Mian's characters quietly, she never asked Liu Shuang to read the story book to her again.

It was the turn of spring and summer, and the days were getting longer.

I don't know what time it is now, but the inside of the side hall is getting darker and darker.

Fan Manman put down the scripture book in her hand, walked to the window and looked up.

The sun didn't know when it hid in the clouds, and the dark clouds covered the entire sky, which made people feel depressed and troubled immediately.

A flash of light, a thunderclap.

Raindrops were falling, and Fan Manman heard someone outside the palace say, "It's raining!"

The voice seemed to travel through time and space, reminding her that whenever it rained, her mother would yell into the house: "It's raining! Manman quickly put away the clothes on the balcony."

She stood quietly in front of the window, as if she had become a gorgeous and gorgeous statue.

After a long time, she stretched out a hand to open the gap in the window, stretched out her clean little hand, and placed it in the rain.

The cold raindrops slapped the palm of her hand in a hurry, and finally gathered into a stream of water, flowing down from between her fingers.

Some things should be let go...

Some things are destined to only become thoughts...

The curly eyelashes were stained with a bit of cold water vapor, and the woman with a slightly condensed expression seemed to have become an ice beauty.

—Can I go back?
Not answered.

Expected.

The corners of Fan Manman's lips curled up, and there was no smile in her eyes.

The sound of the rain outside the window became more and more urgent, and the wind howled, and the smell of soil and grass mixed in the wind.

Fan Manman doesn't like rainy days, but rainy days will make her overused myopic eyes feel comfortable, as if being moistened by the water vapor in the air.

The blurred vision seems to be somewhat clear.

Between exhalations, there is cold water vapor.

"Master, stay away from the window, be careful of the wind and cold!" As soon as Liuying came in, she saw her master walking from the soft couch to the window at some point.

The wet little hand stretched out from the rain, was held by another warm hand, and anxiously wiped it gently with a dry and warm handkerchief.

"Master, if you are unhappy, just vent your anger on the slaves, but don't vent your anger on yourself with your body!"

Liu Ying frowned, lowered her head and thought.

Suddenly, a chuckle came from Liuying's head, and the top of her head was touched.

Fan Manman withdrew her hand, with no abnormal expression on her face, "You are so young, don't talk about me like an old woman all day long."

Firefly: ...

Still working hard, he dried Fan Manman's hands and pushed her inside to sit on the soft couch.

Fan Manman sat obediently on the soft couch, watching Liu Ying busily busy.

Annoying His Majesty wasn't intentional, but it wasn't unintentional either.

It just so happens that she has attracted too much hatred during this time.

It was only a few times when she served in the bed, and then she was drugged on the bed. If she lived in His Majesty's bedroom again, even if it was a side hall, with her current ability, she would just put herself on the fire.

When the time comes, no one will be willing to let her, a powerless woman, be favored by His Majesty alone...

Stretching, Fan Manman squinted her eyes and continued to read the script.

Fireflies light the candlesticks.

In the empty and cold Luo Temple, the candles were flickering.

(End of this chapter)