Rebirth is back for you

The warm arc light slid down from the window, and Roy, who was standing by the window, quickly suppressed the surprise in his eyes, and bent over to back out.

Jing Ran opened her arms for a long time, but Changsun Qimu suddenly stopped a step away from her, blinked and said, "You—"

"What about me? Come here soon." Jing Ran urged softly.

But I haven't seen her in just a month, and this small person seems to be even smaller. Jing Ran looked back and forth at her palm-sized face, and frowned in dissatisfaction.

After she finished speaking, the eldest grandson Qimu inserted it appropriately, raised his head with sparkling eyes and said, "You have recovered your martial arts?"

"..." Feeling that something was wrong, Jing Ran smiled lightly and tapped her forehead with her finger, and said helplessly, "Little girl, should this be the first sentence you said to me?"

"Then, you—" Changsun Qimu touched her icy neck before softly saying, "Are you back?"

She looked so happy and attached, like a gentle wife, Jing Ran touched her hair full of ironing and satisfaction, and whispered: "If I don't come back again, you can run away."

The eldest grandson Qimu's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and before he opened his mouth, a slightly cool but soft kiss was lightly covered, but he only kissed briefly, and then walked away calmly.

Sensing the slight urgency of the person in his arms, Jing Ran just tapped her palm tightly with a light smile.

"Jing Ran..."

"Huh?" The shallow kiss left the lips, but it was still moving on Changsun Qimu's cheek, and the fresh and fragrant breath seemed to hit the tip of the heart.

"I..." Changsun Qimu moved his hands that were still tightly clasped, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to hug you."

Jing Ran stopped his movements suddenly, approached Changsun Qimu's temples in vain, and said subtly with his eyes twinkling: "But I—"

"I can't count how many days I haven't bathed myself now."

Her voice was slightly soft, but it contained an... unspeakable meaning.

The eldest grandson Qimu was stunned, and suddenly asked: "Where is Qingchi?"

"I left it in Ganqiu." Jing Ran said.

"Where's Rono?"

"I was sent to do something." Jing Ran said immediately.

"What about Yunling and Yunying?" Changsun Qimu asked again.

Jing Ran said "Oh" this time, paused for a moment and said vaguely: "The two fat birds and the lazy horse didn't run away anymore, I threw them on the mountain."

Changsun Qimu was silent for a while, and suddenly his subordinates used their internal strength to break away from Jing Ran's palm.

Jing Ran was startled, and hurried to pull her, but Changsun Qimu had already walked around her hand, tightly wrapped around her waist, and said in a low voice, "Even Yunying and Yunling were thrown off by you, So how many days did you rush to come back, huh?"

Seeing that she hadn't pulled away even though she was faintly annoyed, Jing Ran felt relieved, and quickly hugged her back and said softly, "It won't be a few days."

"I miss you so much." She paused and sighed again.

A little sparkle suddenly appeared in Changsun Qimu's eyes, and he pursed his lips in silence.

Jing Ran thought she was still annoyed, so he rubbed her cheek lightly to please her, and promised, "I won't do it again, okay?"

Changsun Qimu turned his face away, but remained silent.

Jing Ran was helpless, hugged her tightly, and whispered coquettishly: "Mian'er, I'm sleepy and hungry."

No amount of annoyance seemed to be able to match this soft word of begging for forgiveness, not to mention, she had already had nothing to do with this man a long time ago.

Changsun Qimu took Jingran's hand back again, turned around and pulled her towards the inner room, passing through three doors in a row before entering a secret room filled with steam.

The mechanism on the wall was touched, and the originally dark space lit up instantly. Jing Ran first turned his head to look at the soft expression of the person beside him before looking around with confidence.

The fine mist actually lingers around and makes it hard to see clearly, but the hot spring in the middle and the plants by the pool are conspicuous enough.Moreover, these plants are Ganqing that Changsun Qimu said a few days ago, and they cannot grow apart from the boundary of Ganqiu.

Without much explanation, Changsun Qimu took off Jingran's clothes with ease, motioned for her to soak in the hot spring, leaned down and said, "You take a good soak for a while, and I'll call you when I'm ready for dinner."

Jing Ran looked up at her, gently squeezed her wrist when she was about to get up, and said with a wink, "I want to eat the fish you made yourself."

"How do you know I made it myself?" Changsun Qimu stopped his figure and looked down at her.

"There is no other dish in this world with such care." Changsun Qimu heard Jing Ran's soft reply, leaned over and kissed her forehead softly, got up and left the secret room.

Jing Ran watched her leave briskly, as if infected, and happily shook Gan Qing by the pool.

The warm enveloping water and the familiar fragrance in the room made me feel drowsy quickly, and Jing Ran slowly closed his eyes against the repaired smooth pool wall.

However, it seemed that he hadn't slept for a long time, and he was dragged under the armpit and hugged properly.

Jing Ran folded her arms subconsciously to cover her chest, and then blurted out, "Mian'er..."

The eldest grandson Qimu didn't respond, but Jing Ran felt her breathing was in a trance, so he closed his eyes and said softly: "You are so familiar with pampering me, it always makes me feel like I'm in a dream."

Changsun Qimu paused slightly, carried her out of the secret room, lowered his eyes and asked, "What dream?"

"Well——" Jing Ran nestled her head in her arms, and then responded as if recalling: "I can't remember clearly, but there was you, Yunling, Yunying, and the dream in the dream." There are clouds and mist lingering in the sky, green bamboos with blue waves, many ostriches that I can't name, vines, and..."

She kept talking in a low voice, and Changsun Qimu listened quietly, her footsteps were extraordinarily gentle.

"There are many... many, but there are no shady tricks, no close calculations, and many schemes that lie between us and need to be taken care of... In short, it is a good dream."

Her voice gradually lowered, and she unconsciously rubbed against Changsun Qimu's heart again.

"Then just ignore...don't pay attention." Changsun Qimu hugged her tightly, and murmured against her forehead with infinite intimacy: "I'm here... I'm here."

She went to the inner room, put Jing Ran on the warm soft couch, dressed her layer by layer with soft eyes, and tidied her hair before she hugged her again and turned to the table. Holding her in his arms like this, he asked softly, "But are you awake? Eat something before going to sleep."

Jing Ran seemed to be spoiled, and seemed to be extremely tired. He barely opened his eyes, nodded sleepily, and said, "You feed me."

"Okay." The grandson Qimu only answered one word, picked up the chopsticks with a more gentle expression, picked up a few dishes into a small celadon bowl without thinking, and brought them to Jing Ran's lips one by one to feed her.

After feeding her something, Changsun Qimu picked up a few pieces of clear fish meat, flicked back and forth a few times with his fingertips, and a bunch of fluffy spines were picked aside, and the intact fish meat was sent to the side. Into Jingran's mouth.

The chopsticks and fish meat melted in the mouth, and were full of the fragrance of lotus. Jing Ran opened his eyes and asked, "Pouched fish?"

"En." Changsun Qimu responded, and asked, "Do you still want to?"

Jing Ran listened to her words, and before she had time to ask more, she nodded hurriedly, "Yes."

Changsun Qimu rolled his eyes, picked up a chopstick of fish, and fed her into his mouth.

An hour had passed until the whole fish was completely fed.The eldest grandson Qimu picked up some other dishes, and Jing Ran still ate mouthfuls. Seeing that most of the dishes on the table were about to bottom out, the eldest grandson Qimu finally stopped his chopsticks.

She touched the man's swollen belly in her arms, and asked hesitantly next to her ear, "But are you full?"

"Huh?" Jing Ran closed his subconsciously opened mouth, and asked more and more confusedly: "Is there still fish?"

The eldest grandson Qimu couldn't help but kissed her on the cheek, and coaxed: "No more, next time do two, okay?"

"Well—" Jing Ran pursed her mouth subconsciously, nodded obediently and said, "That's enough."

"Okay." Changsun Qimu smiled and hugged her up, put her firmly on the bed in the inner hall, pulled the brocade quilt for her, and said softly, "Sleep well, I will be here."

"But I haven't seen that smelly old man yet." Jing Ran suddenly opened his eyes and said.

Changsun Qimu put down the bed curtain, touched her head and smiled and said, "Grandpa is fine, he has been awake for a while, and the residual poison in his body is almost gone. When you wake up, let's go see him again." good."

Jing Ran nodded trustingly, closed her eyes as she said, and breathed out very quickly and evenly.

The eldest grandson Qimu stared at her for a long time, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, then put down the bed curtain and went out.

Roy, who was waiting quietly outside the curtain, saw the series of actions of grandson Qimu in his eyes, and the profound and complicated eyes had turned into deep sighs.

Her Royal Highness the princess has already expressed such affection, I hope that Shizi Jing can live up to this affection.

"Mobei's reply came back?" Changsun Qimu opened the bead curtain and walked out, then gently closed the door with his hand back.

Roy followed her to the window of the nave, shook his head and replied: "I didn't receive a reply from Mobei, but the hidden guard came to report that Huo Xinfang, the general guarding Mobei for 15 years, suddenly died of a sudden illness. .”

Changsun Qimu's fingertips resting on the window coffin suddenly exerted force, thought for a moment, and said: "Immediately send a letter to Gu Jingzhou, asking him to control the 15 soldiers and horses in Mobei. In addition, it is best to capture Huo Xinfang's tyranny. cause of death."

"Yes." Roy just turned around, and Xiaotuanzi hurried in, but Roy covered his mouth as soon as he raised his voice, "Keep your voice down."

Xiaotuanzi was puzzled, but he still blinked to signal that he knew. After Roy let him go, he whispered, "Princess, Princess Shuluan is making a fuss in the imperial study room again. The emperor wants you to come over quickly."

Changsun Qimu put his finger on the window coffin, turned around and glanced in the direction of the inner hall, and then walked out.

The author has something to say: Xiao Gongju: I heard that yesterday someone thought I had too few roles, so today I can see enough...

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