When Shen Lianqing pulled him to his room, he realized something was wrong. He hugged the door and stammered, "Qing...Qing Niang, is it too fast?"
Shen Lianqing glared at him angrily, opened his hand and pulled him inside, closing the door with a bang, "What's so quick? Let's just enjoy the view!"
Liu Qingran lowered her head and let her pull her, not daring to look randomly into her boudoir.
Shen Lianqing asked him to sit down on the couch, climbed up on the couch and opened the window. A cold wind blew in from outside, carrying fine snowflakes to his face.
Shen Lianqing brushed away the snowflakes, stuck out his head, and pointed outside happily, "Mr. Liu, look! Snow has fallen on the river outside. Isn't it beautiful?"
Liu Qingran followed her finger and looked outside. The river view she mentioned was not just the river, but also a courtyard.
There were red plums planted in the yard, which were brightly red in the snow. When he opened the windows, he could smell the fragrance of the cold plums.
Outside the yard is the river, with a layer of ice on the surface. The white sky, clouds, mountains and water are all one color.
What attracted Liu Qingran the most was not the scenery, but the people lying on the window sill. The black cloak was slightly pulled open in the movement, revealing goose-yellow clothes. They seemed to be in tune with each other and wore clothes of the same color.
Snowflakes fell on her black hair, and the cold wind outside narrowed her charming and pure fox eyes, the tip of her nose was red, and her lips were soft and slightly curled.
"Good-looking." He replied looking at her.
"Yeah, I'll just say yes." She hugged her clothes tightly, hid her face towards the window, and said to Liu Qingran with a smile, "Since Mr. Liu thinks it looks good, then you can watch it yourself here. I'll do it first." gone."
She turned around and was about to climb off the couch. Liu Qingran couldn't help but hold her hand, feeling empty in her heart, "Where are you going?"
"It's too cold. I'll go get someone to burn some charcoal."
"Oh." There was always charcoal burning in Liu Qingran's room. When he heard what she said, he realized that there was indeed no temperature in her room, especially after opening the window.
"I go with you."
"OK."
They burned the charcoal again with their own hands. Liu Qingran's hands were black, and Shen Lianqing's hands were also black.
Liu Qingran smiled, held her hand into the basin, and washed her finger by finger.
"Liu Qingran."
She suddenly called him.
Liu Qingran lowered her eyes, a touch of pink on her delicate face, "Yes."
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head, "Let's go see the snow!"
"Okay." Liu Qingran didn't respond. He took a dry towel and wiped the water droplets on her hands, warming her hands little by little. When he got to the window, he kept holding her hand, fearing that her The temperature drops.
Appreciate flowers, snow, and beauties.
Liu Qingran straightened her body and did not dare to move beside her.
Shen Lianqing chuckled. It seemed that Mr. Liu was different from what she thought. Is he so timid?
Her pink nails lightly scratched his palm. She saw Liu Qingran's body shaking slightly, and her face turned red unconsciously.
She found it interesting and made a few more moves.
Liu Qingran gritted her teeth and said nothing.
The redness spread from his face to behind his ears and down his neck, and his whole body looked like he had just come out of a steamer.
Using more strength little by little, Shen Lianqing quietly observed the changes in his expression. It seemed that the feeling of a person being controlled by him was indeed so attractive.
She squeezed his hand, and Liu Qingran glared at her fiercely as if he couldn't help it, "Look at the snow seriously!"
"Oh~" Shen Lianqing took her hand out of his palm without hesitation. She didn't know where it touched. Liu Qingran gasped and took it back, "Don't move."
"Master Liu..."
"Stop talking." Liu Qingran hugged her tremblingly, resting his chin on her shoulder, breathing unsteadily, "Qing Niang, my concentration is not good, don't do this to me."
Shen Lianqing raised her eyebrows, "What kind?"
Her fingers dug into his sleeves. The young master who had been pampered and raised since childhood had tender skin and tender flesh.
"Qing Niang!"
Liu Qingran bit her earlobe, gritting her teeth, wanting to use more force but reluctant.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"..."
No man can bear to be provoked again and again.
The brown carved window was suddenly closed. As a scholar, Liu Qingran was involved in poetry, books, etiquette, music, and archery. He was very strong and could pick her up with just one move of his hands.
He blushed and nuzzled her neck shyly, whispering harshly, "You forced me!"
"Mr. Liu, I didn't force you—"
"ah--"
She was thrown onto the bed, and soon her mouth was gagged and she could no longer speak.
The snow outside the window is falling quietly, and the red plums in the yard bloom more fragrant the colder they get.
The north wind howls, and the warm fragrance lingers in the house.
…
Liu Qingran was worthy of being the son of the Minister of Punishment. He quickly started working on what he wanted to do. Within a few days, Shen Lianqing received news from him that he wanted to redeem her.
The old bustard looked at her, looked her up and down, his eyes were very complicated, "I don't see that you are quite capable. A Xia prince has just left and you have boarded the boat of the minister's son."
Shen Lianqing smiled heartlessly, "It's all taught me well by my mother!"
The madam rolled her eyes and couldn't help but spat at her, Bah, who is this girl trying to bury? Who taught her anything?
"You can just stay here during this period. There is no need to go out and show off."
"Thank you, Mom." Shen Lianqing closed the door and was ready to pack her things. However, she couldn't enter Liu Qingran's house. With her conditions, she was sure that Liu Shangshu allowed her son to do something outrageous when he was young, but absolutely He would not be allowed to go so far as to take a brothel girl as a concubine.
Yes.
Concubine, even if she is ransomed and becomes a good woman through a series of manipulations, it will be difficult for her to marry someone.
Shen Lianqing could pretend that the note accidentally fell off her body and she couldn't find it, and then she didn't know what Xia Ziyu wanted her to do.
When Xia Ziyu came back, she explained clearly why she didn't get the jade pendant. In fact, there should be no serious consequences.
After all, she really couldn't find the note, and didn't the friend who gave the rubbish to the jade pendant give it to someone else without asking clearly?
The main responsibility for this matter is not hers.
And as a male protagonist who only has a career, if he sees her with someone else, he probably won't want her again even if he cares a little.
After all, he is the male protagonist.
What kind of woman doesn't love him and wants to live and die for him? Who is not better than her?
Liu Qingran.
She knew a thing or two about this person, a clear and upright student, who fell in love with her at first sight.
But she expected that he, a passionate young man, would not last long under the pressure of his parents.
