"cough!"
A slight cough made no sound in the long night.
But the sound in Jiang Wang's ears was like a landslide, deafening.
The fragile emotion was shattered in an instant. When he raised his head, he saw that arrogant genius again.
He held Ye Qingyu's shoulders and looked back. What he saw was Jiang An'an, who was jumping out from the corner and suddenly froze on the spot with his eyes wide open. He originally thought that the person who came was the Master Ye, because he almost The light cough that broke through Guan Zizi's ears was obviously the voice of Master Ye Da.
The two of them jumped away in an instant like frightened birds.
Ye Qingyu straightened his sleeves uncomfortably.
Jiang Wang made a preemptive strike: "Jiang An'an! Why don't you go to bed so late? Do you know if you will grow taller if you do this? Can you get up for morning classes tomorrow?"
Jiang Anan was obviously stunned by this set of three questions. He forgot what he wanted to say for a moment and said pitifully: "Today is the Yunchao Festival. Do you have to do morning classes tomorrow?"
Jiang Wang was about to show off his parental dignity, and after some fussing, he saw stupid Hui chasing him here from nowhere.
This stupid dog that he bought from an ordinary farmer's house. When it saw him, its short legs almost turned into a phantom. It rushed in front of him, spun around wildly on its legs, wagging its tail like crazy and jumping around in circles. .
"An'an." Ye Qingyu finally straightened out the non-existent wrinkles on his sleeves: "Didn't Wang Yueyi say you were sleepy and took you to rest? Why did you run out again?"
Jiang Anan walked in familiarly and wrinkled her nose: "I told you I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleepy, I want to wait for my brother, I don't know why, Senior Sister Xiao Wang insisted on saying I was sleepy, she insisted Pulled me into her room to sleep..."
Ye Qingyu certainly knew why Wang Yueyi insisted on putting Jiang An'an to sleep, and interrupted the little girl's complaint: "Although your pulse is open, your body is not yet formed. You really need to eat more and sleep more... Where is Wang Yueyi?"
As Jiang Anan walked closer, she glanced at Jiang Wang's face. Seeing that he had no intention of objecting, she jumped up to Jiang Wang and held his hand. She said with a smile: "Senior Sister Xiao Wang, just touch the bed." As soon as I fell asleep, I ran over and waited for my brother!"
Ye Qingyu was speechless for a moment. This Wang Yueyi!
Jiang An'an is still young and is still growing. There is a process of accumulating secrets in all parts of the body. Of course, he needs more sleep. But practitioners at Wang Yueyi's age can already use spiritual practice to replace sleep.
Although it is said that cultivation is hard and sleep is comfortable, only a few people will practice hard day and night, but you, Wang Yueyi, shoulder a heavy responsibility!
Jiang Wang looked down at Jiang Anan and said softly: "You know I will definitely come over today?"
"You promised last time!" Jiang Anan said firmly: "You will do what you promised. You are a man!"
"Yes, I am a man." Jiang Wang smiled gently: "Then what you promised me, will you do it?"
Jiang Anan didn't remember what she promised, but she remembered something more important. She took her brother's hand and walked out of the hospital: "Come here, I have something to ask you."
Jiang Wang and Ye Qingyu exchanged glances, and followed his sister out obediently.
The brother and sister moved outside the courtyard and blocked Ye Qingyu's sight with the courtyard wall.
Stupid Hui chased him out with his tail wagging. Jiang Anan pointed with his little hand, and he waggled his tail and went back into the yard to supervise Ye Qingyu's departure.
Seeing her acting like a young adult, Jiang Wang said amusedly: "Why is it so mysterious that you want to hide it from your sister Qingyu?"
Jiang Anan shushed, beckoned her brother to squat down, and whispered in his ear: "You know today is sister Qingyu's birthday, right?"
"I know." Jiang Wang nodded.
"Then have you prepared a gift for her?" Jiang Anan said seriously: "I see you hugging her, but there is nothing in your hands -"
Jiang Wang covered her little mouth, feeling a little embarrassed: "What are you talking about! Your sister Qingyu and I are just friends. We haven't seen each other for a long time, so we hugged her gently."
"It's not light." Jiang An'an blinked: "Hold me tight."
Jiang Wang had no choice but to act like a parent: "Children, don't mind the adults' business. You are not allowed to talk nonsense to others, do you hear me? Especially your senior sister Wang and senior brother Fang and senior brother Yuan."
Jiang Anan snorted: "I'm too lazy to say it, and I can't have too many snow crane legs."
"You can't say anything more than three!" Jiang Wang glared.
"I know, I know." Jiang An'an waved her hands impatiently: "You adults are really troublesome. You can't say this, you can't say that. If you have the ability, don't do it!"
Jiang Wang began to take out the copybook.
"Dang, dong, dong, dong, dong…" Jiang Anan composed the music himself, took out a slender brocade box, presented it with both hands, and said flatteringly: "Brother! Look!"
Jiang Wang opened the letter doubtfully and saw a beautiful gold and jade hairpin lying in the brocade box: "This is it?"
"I bought this object with the money you gave me, not the money given by Uncle Ye." Jiang Anan said obediently: "So this is the gift you bought, brother."
Jiang Wang reached out and rubbed her little head: "This is the birthday gift you prepared for your sister Qingyu. What will you do if you give it to me?"
Jiang Anan tilted her head and thought for a while: "I'll give her the little turtle I raised."
"It's better to raise your little turtle by yourself. I've also prepared a gift." Jiang Wang smiled confidently: "Don't underestimate your brother."
After saying that, he got up and walked into the courtyard again.
At any rate, he reached the door before his confident steps gave way to a bit of hesitation.
Then he turned his head and took the brocade box in Jiang Anan's hand: "Brother, keep it for you."
Walking back into the courtyard again... Ye Qingyu stood there quietly.
Brighter than the snow, more like the bright moon than the bright moon.
Ye Lingxiao placed her on a throne in the clouds, making her spotless and asking her not to eat fireworks. He gave her all the beauty in the world and hoped that she would be white, pure and happy throughout her life.
It is inevitable that we will become further and further away from the human world.
Jiang Wang is indeed an unexpected factor, a man wallowing in the mud of a sea of blood.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! One is above the clouds, the other is under the maple. There is no intersection between the two sides.
Even if he caught a glimpse of it in the ferocious beast's lair, the Yunzhong Ling would have aged in this world. With Jiang Wang's character, he would never use it in his life.
Until the red maple was stained with blood and she came up from the clouds...
Only when this man's appearance was sketched in her mind, her eyes began to waver, and she had a sense of reality in the human world.
She has always been loved, so she knows how to love.
Jiang Wang stopped.
The last time he returned from the demon world, he woke up and opened the note with the same name, and saw the dense longing. He rushed to Yuncheng as soon as possible, and also stopped outside Yuncheng.
But this stop was different from that time.
My mood at this moment is different from before that hug happened.
"I forgot to give you a gift just now." He said, feeling a little nervous.
"How could you forget such a big thing?" Ye Qingyu smiled with his eyes bent.
"..." Jiang Wang couldn't say that. You hugged me and made my mind go blank. I couldn't remember anything. He just took out a thin book from his arms and handed it over: "Here."
"You won't write a book full of poems for me, right?" Ye Qingyu took the thin book with a smile, opened it and took a look, smiling even more happily: "You paid attention, Xiao Jiang."
Green rain above the clouds, little ginger under the maple.
This was a signature that the two of them had used for a long time, as they exchanged letters with each other.
If you meet, if you meet...
So when he calls him 'Qing Yu', she naturally calls him 'Xiao Jiang'.
It won't be strange because I have always been familiar with it.
"My brother can also write poetry?" Jiang An'an came over curiously at this time, tilting her head to read the thin book. Thanks to Brother Yan's supervision, she had already recognized many words at a young age. "Fire Flower Burning"
What are some ideas for the city to be based on cloud... seal script?"
Ye Qingyu laughed.
Jiang Wang's face turned red and he quickly handed over the brocade box: "Actually, there is a second gift!"
When she opened the brocade box and saw the wrong gold and jade hairpin, Ye Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. She was really afraid of receiving a brush for calligraphy. It was neither useful nor useless.
"It's so beautiful!" She smiled softly and said, "Can you put it on for me?"
When it comes to hairpins, Jiang Wang is confident.
Princess Jiu Yang, the peerless beauty who ended the legend of Fuhai, had all praised her.
At that moment, he picked up the hairpin with his index finger, caught it in mid-air like lightning, and returned with a sword and hairpin.
Before Ye Qingyu came back to his senses, Jiang Wang had already clapped his hands coolly: "Okay!"
"Okay!" Jiang Anan enthusiastically cheered.
Stupid Hui also called out.
"Then what..." Ye Qingyu was still thinking about what to say.
Jiang Wang boasted enthusiastically: "The hairpin I just made has nine changes. If you want to crack it..."
"It's getting late!" Ye Qingyu finally thought of what to say: "You have been working hard all the way, so go to Dingyun Pavilion to rest first. I have asked someone to prepare bedding."
"...Okay." Jiang Wang was still unfinished, but he could only stop: "Then let's talk about it tomorrow."
The brother and sister left the small courtyard and took Chou Hui outside.
Jiang Anan happily asked Jiang Wang to go back to the house with her, saying that she had prepared a surprise for her brother.
Lingxiao Pavilion really has nothing to say to its true disciple Jiang Anan.
At a young age, she had a separate small courtyard in the secret land of Lingxiao, and it was in the core area, very close to the small building where Master Ye Dazhen lived. It can be said that she was completely placed in the "invincible hand of all countries, and the world forever."
Under the protection of "the most heroic".
In the courtyard there is a gaudily decorated dog house, a pond with lotus flowers and green lotus leaves.
As soon as Chou Hui entered the yard, he excitedly invited Jiang Wang to visit his dog house.
The roof is painted with colorful paint, and the drawing style is mixed with freehand brushwork, bold and restrained, as if it were a cow or a pig? In short, it has a very "An'an aesthetic".
There is a flower bell hanging in the doorway, which jingles under the beating of the stupid gray dog's tail.
Jiang Anan walked to the pool and meowed twice.
After a while, a small blue turtle came out of the lotus leaf and broke through the water.
Jiang Anan took a handful of grain from the food bowl next to her and sprinkled it on the water: "Little turtle, little turtle, tomorrow your surname will no longer be Jiang, but your surname will be Ye. I'll give you to Sister Qingyu!"
Jiang Wang watched all this quietly, as if he saw how Jiang Anan lived during the days when he was absent.
She is already a big child who is over nine years old and will be ten years old...
After feeding the turtle, Jiang Anan led his brother into the back room.
In her small room, the most conspicuous thing is the revolving cupboard. It is extremely beautiful. It has five sides and five sides, each side is divided into many drawers, and is surrounded by transparent glass. It moves automatically without wind, at a constant and slow speed.
The pattern on the cabinet is obviously there to ensure the freshness of the food.
She stepped forward, fiddled with it nimbly with her little hands, and then walked back to Jiang Wang holding a big bowl, holding it high, her face filled with anticipation: "This is called Feng Xiaolian, try it, brother!"
"
Jiang Wang took it with a face of surprise and praised it before he tasted it: "It smells so good!"
He wasn't entirely flattering. The fragrance of the Phoenix Lotus was indeed refreshing.
Looking at the color in this bowl, it is filled with jade liquid and water lilies are blooming on the water, but where the buds should be, there are lifelike white jade phoenixes.
The color and fragrance are both superb.
It makes people drunk before they taste it.
The jade bowl containing Phoenix Xiaolian is placed on the small square table.
Jiang Wang sat on one side and Jiang Anan sat on the other side.
She held her chin with both hands and looked at her brother without blinking until the words "It's so delicious!" came out of his mouth.
Then he grinned with satisfaction, smiling very contentedly.
Jiang Wang pushed the jade bowl over and said, "Take a bite too."
Jiang Anan chuckled: "This is specially reserved for you!"
“There was originally a big bowl!
"But I couldn't help but take a small bite."
She made a small gesture with her thumb and index finger: "Then she took another small bite, a small bite...
“I don’t know why, but there are only so many left!”
As she spoke, she pushed the bowl forward with great determination: "It's all yours!"
Jiang Wang did not go against her will and happily ate up the bowl of Feng Xiaolian.
After finishing the meal, he waved his sleeves and said, "Good sister, I also have a gift for you!"
Jiang Anan held her cheek with one hand and drew circles on the table with one finger: "What gift is it?"
"Dang, dong, dong, dong, dong…" Jiang Wang also imitated her way to play the music, and then took out a very beautiful yellow leaf, about the size of an adult's palm, with veins like a flower tree, beautiful but difficult to harvest.
There were densely packed fly-headed small letters on the leaves, which gave Jiang Anan a headache just by looking at them.
"This is the first book of the Yang Kingdom, "Huang Ye Tie"!" Jiang Wang said excitedly: "It's an authentic work! When Yang Zhen went on an expedition, he didn't return for nine years. When he returned, he saw the tree in the courtyard shaking all over the ground. He said, 'The yellow leaves are then.
"Luo'" was written by picking up leaves and turning them into paper..."
Earlier, he casually asked Brother Yan Xian to help him get two copybooks for calligraphy practice at the Yan family school. Originally, he just wanted to collect the different choices of copybooks from the major families in Qi, so that his sister could comprehensively experience the educational atmosphere of the top famous families in Daqi. However,
Brother Yan Xian asked someone to drag him a large wooden box on the spot, which contained the original works of famous calligraphers from past dynasties...
At this moment, while taking out other copybooks from the box, he kept talking: "Brother, what I quoted casually just now is the original text recorded in "Yang Lue". You must memorize it later. You can be wise in reading history. Your brother's
This is where wisdom comes from!”
Jiang Anan's little head has been getting lower and lower, lower and lower, almost touching the table.
She thought she was actually very sleepy.
Why didn't you sleep with Senior Sister Xiao Wang?
Until I heard the four words "spiritual food" that my brother said so earnestly.
Then she raised her head suddenly: "What does it smell like?"
This chapter has been completed!