The vicious villain is in luck again

"You too."

Confusion appeared on Gu Chenyu's face, "Er Chen?"

Su Qinghe said proudly, "Didn't you also take half of the magic medicine?"

Although the initial purpose is different, it ultimately serves the same purpose.

Gu Chenyu frowned for only a moment, then his expression became clear, "My son, I understand."

Su Qinghe turned sideways and spoke to him.

"She has you in her heart, otherwise why would she embroider a veil for you?"

"But you need to pay more attention."

Recalling the hands exposed by Ji Qinghan, Su Qinghe felt lingering fear.

"Ji Qinghan looks extremely weak, but he didn't expect that he is very proficient in hidden weapons, not to mention his deep internal strength, which is very comparable to others."

Looking at Gu Chenyu's expression, there was no unexpected surprise.

She asked, "Yu'er, you seem to know about this?"

He just smiled and said nothing.

Su Qinghe looked at him carefully and saw that he didn't look nervous, then he relaxed and leaned back on the chair, "That's all, I don't want to say the rest, you know it yourself."

"I just want to say one more thing, Ji Qinghan is bound to be a talented person. Now while he is still young, you must make plans early."

"Otherwise, if I don't say anything else, I don't know if she will be in Ying Country or Ning Country in the future."

Gu Chenyu suppressed his smile, stood up and bowed to Su Qinghe, "Thank you very much for your teachings, my son and I will definitely keep them in mind."

He put away the veil and stepped out of the main hall.

Walking safely to the small square, I met Nian Qiu.

As soon as Nianqiu raised his eyes and saw An Ran, he stopped there and said in disbelief, "Princess, you, are you back?"

An Ran nodded, "I came back early in the morning."

Nian Qiu wiped his hands on his body and said, "Princess, have you had your breakfast? I will go and get your breakfast."

She said and headed towards the small kitchen.

"Hey." An Ran stretched out his hand, "No need to bother."

Nian Qiu stopped moving.

An Ran asked, "Has the young master done anything during the past few days when the princess has been away?"

Thoughts slowly shook his head, "Young Master has been in the room and has never come out."

She said, "Dr. Su came here last time and said it was just a flesh wound."

"I've also given the medicine. I think the injury on Shaojun's face will be almost healed."

Nianqiu thought for a while and then added.

"However, the imperial doctor also said that Shaojun has an old problem."

"What kind of thoughts are too heavy and depressed in the heart?"

An Ran pointed her finger at the corner of her lips, "Qiqi, what kind of love is he thinking about?"

He must be secretly planning something behind her back.

In a blink of an eye, she noticed Nian Qiu's strange expression, and waved her hand away, "Go and do your business."

She put her hand on her chin, "What's going on?"

Don't you want to break her one-and-a-half-year promise to return home early?

"Then what should I do if I get poisonous hair in the future?"

"No, I have to take a look."

An Ran hurried to the door of the side hall, put his hand on the door, and pushed it in.

The door didn't open.

?

She hugged him hard again, even pushing her shoulders.

Not even a gap was opened.

An Ran leaned against the door, curled up his fingers and knocked.

"Ji Qinghan, are you awake?"

There was no sound inside.

An Ran changed her posture and slammed the door, "Ji Qinghan, wake up."

Unexpectedly, the door opened from the inside, and An Ran couldn't dodge and fell down along the opening of the door.

She originally thought she was about to fall to the ground, so a pair of hands stretched out from her waist and hugged her steadily.

However, the holding position is slightly lower.

An Ran hugged his waist and slid it all the way to his lower abdomen to stabilize her.

The person she held was motionless.

An Ran wanted to stand up awkwardly, but found that it was difficult to do it no matter what.

The side of her face was pressed against her clothes, "Young Master, please help me."

The hands that slid all the way from her waist to her back moved, holding her armpits and lifting her up.

Ji Qinghan faced her with an expression that she couldn't understand.

It gave her a mysterious, unpredictable feeling and inexplicable embarrassment.

An Ran suddenly became a little embarrassed and deliberately laughed a few times before he spoke.

She glanced at Ji Qinghan's broken lips, "Has your mouth been gnawed by rats?"

Ji Qinghan's face turned darker.

"So there are rats in Tonghua Palace?"

There was a chill in his voice.

An Ran's smile froze.

It's really not a good idea to say that.

It seems even more embarrassing.

She pretended not to hear, silently passed by, and stepped in to see why the door couldn't be opened just now.

Going around to the back of the door, An Ran saw another piece of wood in the gap behind the unbolted door.

She asked Ji Qinghan, who was staring at her, "How can you bolt this door?"

Ji Qinghan's eyes never moved away, and his words were still cold.

"If I want to bolt it, there are certainly ways to bolt it."

An Ran held her breath, "Are you provoking me?"

He looked as usual.

"If you think so, there's nothing I can do about it."

Listen to these strange words.

Her temper is rising.

An Ran rolled up her sleeves and caught a glimpse of his slightly swollen face.

Although he tried hard to carry it as normal, he still looked quite haggard.

She thought of Tiandao who was still huddled on the mat, looking very sick and wilted.

The tone disappeared again.

An Ran asked angrily, "What's wrong with you? Is it like taking the wrong medicine?"

Ji Qinghan's eyes changed, as if he was a little surprised by her attitude.

He turned away, "Isn't it always like this before?"

This action caught An Ran's eye, and she immediately noticed something interesting.

He is avoiding.

Why?

An Ran looked carefully and saw that his face was tense, and there seemed to be a coldness in the corners of his eyes and brows, but she did not feel the overwhelming hostility he had before.

On the surface he is still cold, but in fact he has softened a lot.

An Ran pulled down her half-rolled sleeves.

She walked to the other side and smiled sincerely at him.

"But we got along pretty well some time ago."

Ji Qinghan took two steps back and pressed his back against the door, making a squeaking sound.

She stretched out a hand and waved it under his nose.

"Look."

"There are still traces of the injury on my hand from the last time you threw it against the corner of the table."

"I'm not even angry with you. I even hired a doctor for you."

An Ran pouted, "Now that I'm back, you are the first one to come see me."

Her voice gradually decreased, and she said deliberately aggrievedly, "Not only did you lock the door, but you also ignored me."

Ji Qinghan listened to An Ran's every word.

He could accurately distinguish the tone in every word.

She pretended to be concerned and aggrieved.

Every emotion that was deliberately put on was just to lure him into taking the bait.

All for the sake of playing with him better.

fraud.

He said silently in his heart.

But--

Even though he clearly understood this, he still couldn't help but feel excited.

It wasn't until he fully understood his own feelings that he realized how much he longed for her momentary tenderness.

Even if it's fake.

As long as he heard her concern and her voice, he couldn't help but care.

Ji Qinghan closed her eyes, unable to hold back after all.

He quickly grabbed An Ran's hand and opened his sleeve to take a look.

There is indeed a bruise on the back of the hand, but it has dissipated a lot as time has passed.

But he still felt heartbroken when he looked at it.

Ji Qinghan subconsciously relaxed her strength, and gently rubbed her fingertips along the dark green edge.

"Does it still hurt?"

An Ran was full of emotions and wanted to perform well again, when he accidentally reached Ji Qinghan's place.

She trembled and forgot what she was about to say.

This was something she hadn't expected.

She watched in shock as Ji Qinghan touched her hand again and again.

What's going on? This was the same way a miser touched a hundred taels of gold with the utmost care, it made her skin crawl.

"No, no, it doesn't hurt anymore."

An Ran was caught off guard by Ji Qinghan's sudden change of attitude, and she even stuttered a bit when speaking.

"No big problem hahahaha."

She tried to cover up her embarrassment with an easy laugh.

Ji Qinghan raised his eyelids, glanced at her face, and suddenly held her whole hand.

"The injury on the princess's hand needs to be treated properly."

As he spoke, he was about to pull An Ran inside.

An Ran panicked and tried to pull his hand out, but couldn't.

She continued to increase her strength and said, "I really don't need it, I don't need you to worry about it."

Ji Qinghan walked forward, unable to see the expression on his face clearly, and could only hear his words.

"Why not use it?"

"If the back of the princess's hand stays like this."

"I'll feel bad about it."

An Ran was now sure that he had really taken the wrong medicine.

No matter how she resisted, she was pulled into the inner room by Ji Qinghan.

When he turned around to get the medicine, An Ran, who had been pushed down on the chair by him, quietly stood up and wanted to leave.

"Princess, it's best for you to sit quietly."

Ji Qinghan seemed to have a pair of eyes on the back of her head. The moment she made a move, she spoke in a nonchalant manner.

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that when I catch the princess again, it will be the same as before."

The words were plain and a little loose, but a hint of menace came out between the lines.

An Ran's movements instantly froze as if he had been tapped on an acupuncture point.

She can't beat him now.

Those who know the current affairs are distinguished. An Ran curled her lips and sat back honestly.

Ji Qinghan came over looking for medicine and touched the top of her hair.

"So good."

An Ran looked at his movements, feeling a little strange for a moment.

It was strange, but she was not convinced by being praised in such words.

The last time I was threatened with force or during the grounding period, I sneaked out of Tonghua Palace and was escorted back by Gu Chenyu.

She originally thought that there was still a weak and lucky child to suppress her.

Less than half a year later, there was no one left.

An Ran sighed inwardly.

He lifted up his robe, knelt down on one knee in front of An Ran, stretched out his palms and turned his palms upward.

Before he could say anything, she stretched out her hand with a swish.

The speed was so fast that he even glanced at her.

An Ran looked at his hand that nimbly slipped into Ji Qinghan's palm and wished he could chop it into pieces with a knife.

What kind of hand is this? How dare you run over against your master's wishes.

Her mood was complicated, and she puffed up her cheeks and whispered softly, as if she were regaining her composure, "I'm obviously being threatened by you, so why not be good?"

Ji Qinghan picked up a little ointment on her fingertips and swirled it slowly on the back of An Ran's hand.

"The princess knew my strength from the last competition, otherwise she wouldn't have used tactics like sneak attack in the middle of the night and getting drunk all day long."

An Ran gets angry when he talks about this.

The shameful feeling that day came back to her, and she said unconvinced, "Youngjun took the medicine and became extremely brave."

Ji Qinghan was not affected by her words at all, "I would also like to thank the princess for her generous gift."

Generosity, gift?

This is obviously the small world's preference for children of luck!

An Ran became even more angry.

Ji Qinghan lowered his head and concentrated on applying medicine to her.

"Don't worry, Princess, I won't ignore the monthly poison."

Well, is this a promise?

An Ran asked tentatively, "Do you mean you will stay here forever?"

Ji Qinghan said, "I eat well and sleep well here with the princess, so there is no need to leave and suffer."

An Ran lowered her eyes to see his focused expression.

The movements of his hands were gentle and gentle, for fear of hurting her.

It's obvious that the black bruise doesn't hurt much anymore.

She lost her temper, raised her arms and leaned her chin up to get under his eyes.

"Young Master, do you like me?"