However, Lan Wenjia felt that the old man was partial, because the yard where Lan Wenqian lived now was her favorite yard. After years of grinding, the old man didn't give it to her, but Lan Wenqian gave it to her as soon as she came. This was simply
It's like stepping on your face and rubbing it under the soles of your feet.
Lan Wenjia recalled this incident, and her determination to fight against the evil forces became firm again. She could not let her heart soften because of the enemy's candy bombs. Yes, that's it!
However, Lan Wenjia had long forgotten that she had heard that Lan Wenqian was going to Yue Linzhou, a poor and evil place, so she made more than a dozen talismans at home in a miserable manner, and her hands were almost useless for writing.
Fortunately, I was lucky enough to practice well and my spiritual power increased a lot. Otherwise, these dozen or so pictures would have been folded in half.
Moreover, even if the talisman is drawn, it is the most basic version. In fact, it is of no use. At most, it can calm the mind and sleep better at night. What about the talisman that attracts the thunder or the substitute to block the calamity?
Don't even think about it. If you don't have the ability to draw them, even the current head of the Lan clan doesn't have the ability to draw these talismans. Maybe even the Ling Emperor and Ling Zun can still refine them.
But, it’s also true, isn’t it?
Naturally, Lan Wenqian would not dislike it. She checked the types of talismans inside and put her purse properly. Children just like to do these "one thing in front of your face and another behind your back" things, and they are not honest at all.
Lan Wenqian rolled up a soft pillow and was ready to rest. She had to keep her spirits up as she would set off tomorrow.
I'm used to sleeping on soft pillows, so I made one myself. I slept very comfortably, and I didn't dream until dawn.
Lan Wenqian's affairs came to an end for the time being. Cheng Muyan returned home. After making clear arrangements for food, clothing and clothes, he went straight to 7878.
After searching for a lot of good things, I also picked a lot from the vegetable and fruit planting project, and then I returned to my small yard with satisfaction.
Poor Qing Huan is still kept in the dark. She doesn't know that she will go to another city tomorrow. She is only approving and dealing with daily matters, but suddenly a guard comes to report how much the young master has made from the project.
Fruits, vegetables, etc., even how many things I bought down the mountain were mentioned in detail.
Qing Huan waved his hand to let people go down. He held the pen in his right hand and stood upright in front of the desk, thinking about what big move the little girl had made. The thick ink dripped down the tip of the pen and dropped with a "pop" sound before writing.
Fortunately, most of the copywriting fell on the white side, otherwise the dripping would have blurred the handwriting, and my thoughts would have been disrupted.
Qing Huan put down her pen, looked at the ink stain that bloomed like a flower, pulled away the paper, and sat down.
I suppressed the impatience in my heart, patiently drafted it again, and straightened out the entire copy before I put down the pen until it was complete.
He didn't have the heart to do the rest. He didn't know what the little girl was thinking or what she wanted to do. He couldn't calm down to do anything. He was half panicked and half scared, and there was still a faint impatience in his heart.
I want to fly back to the little girl in an instant and ask her what she wants to do, but I am afraid that the answer I will get is not what I want. My calm and steady heart is like being fried in a frying pan. It is tormented and fried again.
It's uncomfortable.
I tidied up my desk casually, and I was not at all as dignified and cautious as usual. I was even so sloppy that I almost knocked over the inkstone. I hurriedly used my hand to block it, and my whole hand and sleeves were covered with smelly ink.
, and was so frightened that I broke out in a cold sweat. I only saw that the wrench on my hand had been moved to another place and was now intact and clean. My heart was still beating "bang bang bang".
Although this was not the first gift that the little girl gave to him, Qing Huan loved every gift that the little girl gave him like a treasure. It had nothing to do with high or low, only a fiery sincerity.
After asking someone to bring water for a bath, Qing Huan changed into a new set of clothes and tidied herself up. Then she took out the red rope and tied the ring around her neck. Even the knot was the strongest.
kind.
Rubbing the jasper ring hanging on her chest, Qing Huan felt that she felt at ease. She put the ring into her collar and hid it inside. Then she used her spiritual power to dry her hair and pulled it up.
Looking at the mirror that is as clean as new, the figure is tall and straight, with a peach-shaped face and a face as white as jade. He is indeed born with a good skin, and his peach-blossom eyes are full of water, which is simply a good thing to attract people.
Qing Huan pursed her lips, flicked her sleeves, and then strode out quickly, heading straight for the little girl's courtyard.
I don’t know if Yanyan... will like it.
Cheng Muyan was not sure how long it would take to go to Yue Linzhou this time, so she tried to prepare as many things as possible. There were still some things that Qing Huan had to come back to sort out, such as kitchen seasonings and knives for peeling and cutting meat.
, she doesn’t understand this either, so she needs professionals to come and play with it.
However, the rest of the things were sorted out in pairs, and some of them were sorted into several sets by two people. Of course, the skates bought in Dingshui Town also had to be brought.
In addition to this, Cheng Muyan also bought several pairs of skates from 7878 that are of particularly good quality and beautiful appearance. When the time comes, one set will be provided for each person, and Lan Wenqian will also be prepared.
After putting away things, he was about to send two maids to call Qing Huan back, when suddenly a figure appeared at the door.
Putting down the things in his hands, Cheng Muyan clapped his hands and stood up. While looking at these items and looking at what he didn't bring, he glanced at Qing Huan a few more times and said casually: "Why are you back? I was about to send someone to call you.
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Qing Huan stepped in and looked at the things placed in the hall. There were many that she had used or that were useless. Her panic, fear and anxiety suddenly calmed down, and she even felt warm.
Yes, especially looking at the pairs of objects placed closely together as if they were omens, it made Qing Huan feel a little dizzy. Her cheeks that had just been washed were flushed, as if she was drunk.
Same as wine.
Cheng Muyan looked at the person standing motionless, pulled him directly into the small kitchen, looked at some utensils, retracted his head, and said while walking outside: "We are going to Yue Linzhou
In a few months, you can sort it out and take away whatever is handy and useful."
As he said that, he pursed his lips and muttered: "I heard that the food there is very rough, and some people eat raw meat. I can't eat that. You bring all the seasonings and everything, and we will open the fire ourselves when the time comes."
Cook."
Qing Huan's face was burning hot. Hearing the little girl's whisper, she felt even more embarrassed. She just said a soft "hmm" and started to sort out her commonly used things.
He was cautious and careful in doing things, arranged from large to small, and the colors were from light to dark. It was as if he had some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Is there any sloppiness like knocking over the inkstone before?