Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

"whee."

Princess Huimin listened to the music, and immediately left behind the embarrassment she had felt a moment ago, lowering her eyelids, rubbing the silk handkerchief, acting like a shy little daughter.

"Huimin, the afternoon class is about to start, let's go back first."

Li Mulin didn't look at her, and pulled her sleeve back.

"Yes, Mr. Liuyun is coming soon. If you don't go back, you will be punished if you miss the class."

He Biqiu followed suit and grabbed her other arm.

The two girls worked together, one on the left and the other on the right, dragging her away at high speed.

"Hehe, it's very interesting for you three companions to read."

Lin Jinyun was amused, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"The three of them are pure and straightforward, and they don't have bad intentions. They are easier to get along with."

Lin Qingluo held the fourth brother's arm affectionately, and the two brothers and sisters also walked towards Yating along the way they came.

"Grandpa did the right thing by choosing three little girls to study with you."

Lin Jinyun jokingly smiled: "In case you are surrounded by nervous brats, you will lose the happiness that belongs to little girls."

"Hehe, what the fourth brother said makes sense."

Lin Qingluo was amused by the fourth brother's rare and humorous one-liners, and she smiled with crooked eyebrows and was extremely happy.

"How is your academic performance? Do you have the confidence to take the top spot in the county exam?"

Lin Jinyun looked at his younger sister dotingly, hearing the cheerful laughter like silver bells in his ears, his eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but relax.

"Fourth brother, if you ask me like this, my sister is really under pressure."

Lin Qingluo raised her eyebrows playfully, pretending to be distressed.

"Alright, fourth brother won't ask any more."

Lin Jinyun changed his words in an instant: "We Qingluo, even if we are not the first in the county test, we are still a hundred times better than those vulgar fans."

Lin Qingluo smiled.

This sounded a little familiar.

It seems that the old grandmother, her old man, once said, not a single word is bad.

*

Yating has arrived.

Lin Jinyun bent down and put down the tiger's head, allowing it to scurry into the flowers and play on its own.

"Fourth brother, don't forget, let's have dinner at Jufulou at night, and my sister is treating guests. You are responsible for notifying Jin Hao and the others, Jin Feng and Jin Ming, and let them come together."

Before Lin Qingluo entered the elegant pavilion, she still didn't forget the welcome banquet.

"Okay, fourth brother tell them."

Lin Jinyun's eyebrows were gentle, she smiled and watched her younger sister run into Yating, stood there for a long time, then turned and left.

*

"Wow, Qingluo, your fourth brother is so handsome and gentle."

The group leader Huimin poked his head to look outside the Yating, with a pair of beautiful eyes, he watched Lin Jinyun's receding back without blinking, faintly twinkling with little stars.

"The fourth brother is gentle and elegant, with the style of a Confucian general."

Listening to her praising her brother, Lin Qingluo felt extremely refreshed, and couldn't help blurting out: "In the future, I don't know which girl will be lucky enough to be my fourth sister-in-law."

Before the words fell, the three little girls' ears turned red, rubbing the silk handkerchiefs in their hands, and remained silent.

"Hey, you three, what's the matter? Why are your ears red?"

Lin Qing was bewildered and felt uncomfortable.

"Hey, it's nothing."

He Biqiu's eyes flickered slightly, and he panicked for a moment.

"It's a little hot at noon, and my ears are hot and red."

Li Mulin wiped her sweat with a silk handkerchief, talking nonsense in a serious manner.

"Qingluo, does your fourth brother have a childhood sweetheart who grew up with him and has a good relationship?"

Huimin had a brisk temper and asked directly.

He Biqiu and Li Mulin's heart trembled, and they subconsciously held their breath.

"We grew up together, yes."

Xue Baozhu's figure flashed in Lin Qingluo's mind, and then he curled his lips in disgust: "But, it's not Qingmei, it can only be called evil fate."

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