Rebirth is back for you

Moon stars are rare.

When the two of them jumped out of the house and were about to leave, a figure appeared on the roof.

"Sir!"

Jing Ran hugged her eldest grandson Qimu and stopped, looked at Xing Yi in front of her, and waited for him to speak.

Xing Yi's expression was surging, and he pursed his lips in silence.

Jing Ran understood it, and said first: "This time I went to Ganqiu, I saw your grandfather."

Xingyi tensed up slightly, and said in a stiff voice: "My lord, my subordinates have no family."

"But you still have blood." Jing Ran looked straight at him, "In terms of background, you are the eldest grandson of the Marquis of Changqing. If you hadn't been calculated to leave the mansion back then, you would be the current heir."

Xing remained silent.

"Your grandmother passed away early, and Mrs. Hou of Changqing Hou Xuxian was jealous, so if your grandfather hadn't turned a blind eye and sent you out of the Hou's mansion, it would have been difficult for you to grow up well." Jing Jing Ran looked at his tough side face, and sighed: "Although Marquis Changqing continues to take it, he treats your grandmother with deep affection, so it may not be that he doesn't value you as the eldest grandson."

After Jing Ran finished speaking, she looked at him quietly. This leader of hidden guards cultivated by her mother is not inferior to Xuanmei in terms of skill or lightness, and even a little bit stronger in some places. Such a person, if If it is only used as a hidden guard, it is really buried.

"I'll give you a period of time to think about it. If you're willing to go back to the Marquis of Changqing, I'll give you a helping hand. If you don't, I'll leave other things to you." Pursing her lips, but still not opening her mouth, Jing Ran gave her last order, then turned her head and said to grandson Qimu, "Let's go."

Changsun Qimu nodded, grabbed her waist and walked away.

It took less than an hour to come out, and the sky was still foggy. Jing Ran was thinking about Xing Yi, but for a moment he didn't notice that Changsun Qimu's figure, which was heading straight towards the palace, suddenly turned a corner.

"...Where are you going?" When Jing Ran came back to his senses, the dotted houses under their feet had gradually become sparse, and they were heading towards the south gate.

Changsun Qimu raised his sleeves to cover her eyes, bent his eyes and said, "We'll be there soon."

This appearance of hers actually made Jing Ran feel a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

The two of them quickly floated above the city gate. Just when Jing Ran thought he was going to leave the capital, Changsun Qimu suddenly grabbed her and ran into a long alley.

This small alley has blue bricks and blue tiles, rich doors and red lacquer, and the red lanterns hanging under the eaves of every house are still dimly lit.

Jing Ran was holding hands and walking all the way inward, she tilted her head again and again, looking at the unhurried look of the person beside her, her expectations were lowered a little, thinking that she just happened to have something to do when she thought about making an appointment with this person.

When the alley was almost at the end, Changsun Qimu finally stopped. In front of him was a red wooden door, which seemed to be the back door of a small courtyard.

Just when Jing Ran thought that the eldest grandson Qimu was going to raise his hand to knock on the door, this man stood in front of the door, stretched out his arms to wrap her waist, and jumped in from the low courtyard wall.

"..." It looked like he was really familiar with being a thief.

It wasn't until the two of them entered that Jing Ran realized that the small courtyard was not small, but the layout was quite compact and the decorations everywhere were very elegant.

After walking around for a while, through an open-air algae well, when it was almost at the front shop, someone finally leaned over and looked over. After seeing the eldest grandson Qimu, he immediately showed a happy expression, and saluted happily: "Princess , you haven't come to the little old man for about half a year, I thought it was the little old man's face that made you tired!"

Jingran was dragged across the threshold by the eldest grandson Qimu, and he saw a large shop with square wooden tables and long benches neatly arranged in the room.And across a wooden partition wall, an old man with half-white beard and hair was half-rolling his sleeves and kneading the dough under his hands. Next to the chopping board, there were still two large pots of clear and rich soup, which were spitting out at the moment. White mist and aroma.

It seemed to be a small noodle restaurant with a good business. At this moment, because it was still dark, the door was not open to welcome customers. There was only a dim candle lamp burning in the corner of the room.

"How can anyone get tired of Lin Bo's noodles?" The eldest grandson Qimu pulled Jing Ran to stop in front of the old man, and said with a slight smile, "It's just that I have done a very important thing in the past six months. If you know If you do, you won't blame me."

Her familiar and gentle tone was rarely revealed, Jing Ran was slightly surprised and at the same time took a serious look at the old man in front of him.

Only then did the old man stop kneading the dough in his hands, and he turned his head to seriously look at Jing Ran beside the eldest grandson Qimu. Various complex expressions such as surprise, understanding, sigh and relief flashed in his energetic old eyes.

But it was just a very fast moment, before Jing Ran had time to catch it, the old man recovered his expression and continued to say cheerfully: "It turns out that the princess has finally found the person next to her pillow. It's been a day."

Jing Ran was fixedly looking into the old man's eyes, but when he heard his words, she was subconsciously startled, some faint emotions flowed from the bottom of her heart suddenly, but it was too fast for her to grasp.

"So I'm bringing her to see you now, and I'll try your handicraft again." Changsun Qimu quickly lowered his eyelashes to cover the emotions in his eyes, and smiled slightly.

"Okay, okay," the old man nodded three times in a row, pointed to a small table next to the stove and said, "you two, do it first, it's warm there, and I have to knead the dough in my hands for a while before it can get its tendons." Otherwise, you won’t be able to taste the noodles.”

"Don't worry, take your time, we all came here on the back of our stomachs." Changsun Qimu nodded with a smile, comforted the old man, and then pulled Jing Ran to sit by the stove.

As soon as Jing Ran sat down and raised her eyes, grandson Qimu rubbed her ears and said softly: "Bo Lin's noodle shop and the noodle-making skills are all passed down from ancestors, and it has been more than three hundred years. It's true. It is a century-old brand. The Yangchun noodles made by Lin Bo are even more famous all over the world. People from Wuli and Ganqiu often come here admiringly. Take a bite of his noodles."

Jing Ran nodded, just looking at the old man's kneading technique and the two pots of fragrant and rich soup, he already knew that this bowl of noodles would not be bad.

She rubbed the eldest grandson Qimu's ears back, and asked softly, somewhat absent-mindedly: "Just now in the palace, do you know what grandpa said about my two lives?"

"I know." Changsun Qimu nodded unexpectedly, and said calmly: "It's just that no matter how many lives, all I want is you after all."

Jing Ran didn't have time to understand the meaning of her words, but what she wanted to ask subconsciously disappeared very quickly. She subconsciously frowned slightly, and could only ask: "Then how do you know?"

"Of course it was my grandpa who told me." Changsun Qimu replied after a momentary pause, and then continued: "As for grandpa, Yuemo learned about it from Master Wuhui."

Jing Ran fell silent immediately, she knew how capable that old man was, but over the years, under her various temptations, that old man never revealed it at all, thanks to which she thought he hadn't figured it out Come out, but cover up in every possible way.

"Then," Jing Ran looked up at grandson Qimu, seeing the soft look in her eyes, suddenly relaxed, and said softly, "Do you want to know about my previous life?"

"Think." Changsun Qimu nodded quickly, wrapped her palm in his palm and rubbed it warmly: "However, those things can't be finished in a while, you can tell me slowly in the future .”

The old man next to the case was kneading the dough in his hands intently all the time, as if he had never listened to the conversation between the two.

"Okay." Jing Ran also nodded with a smile, but still whispered softly like a trance: "Actually, there is not much to say. In my previous life, I had no parents, no sisters, and relatives. After decades, I didn’t feel any joy in living, so I died and came here.”

Changsun Qimu was silent for a long time before answering softly, but as if he couldn't stand it after all, he leaned over to kiss Jing Ran, kissed her forehead, then nestled his head tightly into her neck, and said in a hoarse voice: "You have me now, and you will always, always have me, so you will never be alone again, and I will never leave you alone again."

Her voice contained endless love and some hidden deep emotions. Jing Ran felt the slight tide coming from her neck, and the indescribable feeling in her heart that had been indescribable for a long time was suddenly seduced.She tightened the arms around her eldest grandson Qimu's waist, her lips pressed against her hair and tremblingly replied: "You have me too."

The old man who was rolling out the dough with a hob suddenly turned his head to glance at the two hugging each other, and turned his head back with a sigh.

The well-cut noodles floated quickly once they were placed in the pot, rolling back and forth with the water in the cauldron, but the noodle soup in the pot was always very clear.

Two bowls of cooked noodles were quickly brought up. After putting the noodles away, the old man returned to the table without saying a word, and continued to add water to knead the dough.

Such a full and down-to-earth embrace seems to be more satisfying than a more intimate kiss and skin-to-skin contact. Jing Ran gently sniffed the fragrance of snow lotus on the tip of his nose, and caressed his grandson Qimu's soft back. He said reluctantly: "Little girl, it's time to eat noodles."

Changsun Qimu blinked his wet and soft eyelashes and raised his head slowly from Jingran's shoulder socket, but he turned his face away and said uncomfortably: "The bowl of Yangchun noodles sprinkled with green onion is mine, and yours is another bowl of rough noodles with fish balls." .”

Jing Ran glanced at her slightly thin nose and couldn't help laughing. She thoughtfully picked up the chopsticks and lowered her head to sandwich the noodles, her eyes fell obediently on the bowl and said vaguely: "Eat quickly, it's time to eat."

"Okay." The grandson Qimu saw that Jing Ran thoughtfully stopped looking over, and the remaining slight embarrassment turned into softness, and he also grabbed his chopsticks and ate.

"Well," Jing Ran quickly took a bite of the noodles, blinked, and picked up another chopstick and praised: "The fish soup is thick and white, the noodles are smooth and chewy, and the fish balls are soft and tender. They are really delicious."

Changsun Qimu listened to her praise, rolled his lips and said softly: "If it tastes good, eat two more bowls, Lin Bo will take care of it."

"Okay." Jing Ran nodded, and sure enough, she ate five bowls in a row. Seeing that she liked it, Changsun Qimu didn't stop her. After eating two bowls by himself, he put down his chopsticks and looked at the man's satisfied look with slanted eyebrows.

"If you like it, we will come here often in the future." Seeing Jingran still wanting to eat again, but hesitantly touching her bulging belly, Changsun Qimu smiled immediately, and gently wiped the corner of her mouth with his fingertips, coaxing softly road.

"Okay." Jing Ran looked down at the five empty small bowls, put down his chopsticks with some reluctance, got up with his eldest grandson Qimu and said goodbye to Lin Bo, and then took advantage of the early morning light and walked out of the back door like a Tathagata Son.

The author has something to say: This is a chapter from the manuscript box. I heard that someone said that I will rebel if I break the update. Come on, face my 40-meter sword, who is afraid of who [It’s time to show my great funny power 】