Other brothers and sisters waited until they grew up to have their own palaces, but she already had one when she could speak.
And because she was better at pleasing her father, she was teased by other brothers and sisters, and returned home after being covered in mud.
When An Haiping found out, she was furious and put everyone in confinement. She also used an extra ray of her spiritual power to stay in her palace, always paying attention to the disturbances happening around her.
She was almost scratching her head, but she still couldn't remember anything, as if it had never happened.
"Second sister? Second sister...is dead?"
How could he die?
But she didn't know what was going on, so in order to avoid trouble, she didn't ask anyone about it.
Suddenly he remembered that the cyan flower demon was also dead. At that time, she thought that He Min's lover was this little flower demon.
I often saw him talking and playing with the little flower demon, and even transplanted it from the garden into a pot and brought it back to my yard.
Even if you are a friend, you should be sad when you die, right? But looking back at He Li, he was simply in high spirits during happy events, and it felt like he was becoming more lively and energetic every day.
He didn't feel sorry for this flower demon at all. Of course, in the class a long time ago, Xiao Hua Yi secretly followed him into the academy and was caught and teased by a group of children.
Because of this incident, he punished them with copying books and thinking about it for several days, and also asked them to sincerely apologize to her.
It's only been so long, why isn't he sad anymore?
An Yiran also doubted whether the two of them were too solid-minded? But later reasoning made her rule out this possibility.
Now she just wants to figure out why she forgot about it and why others think she should remember it?
"He Min, don't act stupid, you know what I mean."
"I really don't know what you mean."
"You won't forget that flower demon, right? The one you like the most. She died, right next to An Miaoyu."
"I know."
"I'm asking you why I forgot, why I don't know anything."
He Min wanted to move a step, but she pressed her tightly. He looked into her eyes and said, "Yes, how could you forget?"
why?
Not to be outdone, An Yiran stared into his eyes. His eyes seemed to hold a vast ocean, a bottomless ocean. The huge whirlpool seemed to attract and swallow her.
One glance, just one glance, enchanted her and she could no longer extricate herself.
Slowly, her pupils became blurry and shaky, and the gun in her hand almost fell to the ground, but He Min caught it.
He swung the gun and threw it on the table. In his arms was An Yiran who had passed out. He carried her to the bed and leaned on the bedside to look at her.
"Sure enough, you are better behaved when you don't talk, although I have realized it a long time ago."
If An Yiran heard He Fan, he would definitely be able to quarrel with him. He Fan really loved her, but they would not give in to each other when they were bickering.
He Min smoothed her bangs for An Yiran, "Have a good dream, my girl, forget about the things that make you unhappy, and you will still be happy and comfortable when you wake up again."
Just like that, the moonlight hit the lake, and sparse shadows shone through the windows into her palace.
"Well..." An Yiran stretched his arms, and then found himself lying on the bed.
"I am asleep?"
"Well, I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't have the heart to disturb you."
An Yiran saw the moonlight pouring in from outside. It was over, and she couldn't sleep again tonight.
"By the way, I'll tell you how to inject spiritual power." An Yiran sat next to him and picked up the gun.
"Did I put it on before I fell asleep? Didn't I remember that I took it apart?"
He Min poured her a cup of hot tea and said, "Are you suffering from narcolepsy? You may be sleepy and you will be in a daze."
"oh oh."
An Yiran pointed to a place, "Right here."
"I don't quite understand what you mean, otherwise you could draw it."
"fool!"
Although An Yiran said she disliked him, she still went to find pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
"Where did all those maids go to be lazy?"
"Maybe I saw you fell asleep to relax."
"I don't see you bringing anyone with you." An Yiran dipped some ink and traced the rough outline.
"I'm just a maid responsible for cleaning. Because my mother was sick, I went back to take care of her mother. I'm sure."
"Then you are really great."
She had finished the painting in just a moment, and she showed it to him with satisfaction.
"This is it, do you understand now?"
He Min: ...her painting is a bit too rough. Isn't this making things difficult for him?
"Still not quite able?"
"Why?" An Yiran looked very satisfied with the results of his labor.
"Leave it to you, you have never studied it seriously." He Min sighed, picked up the pen put aside, and wrapped his hand around An Yiran's hand.
Drawing on a brand new piece of paper, An Yiran's hand followed his path exactly. He drew a rough outline and then drew out the parts inside.
"Circle it." He Min leaned close to her ear, and as he spoke, hot air sprayed out and fell on her face, making it tickle a little.
"Right here." After finishing the circle, she immediately escaped from where he was leading her and sat on the bed.
"Okay, I'm still a little sleepy. After you finish reading, just put it on the table and go back."
"You just woke up and you can't wait to see off your guests?"
"I didn't wake up!!!"
"Okay, okay." He Min shrugged helplessly, and after confirming the location, he went out. Remember to lock all the doors and windows for her before leaving.
An Yiran lit the candle that had just been cut by He Ren, and used the candlelight to look at the picture he had drawn.
"It looks pretty good." She had to admit that he was much better than her.
In comparison, if you look at what she painted, it's just a pile of shit, you don't even want to pick up the rags.
He had already slept, and he didn't know if it was because he was too sleepy today, so he fell asleep again while looking at the moonlight outside.
The next morning, she went to the school where other princes attended classes, just to let them appreciate her peerless paintings.
"Doesn't it look good? Is it powerful? Have you ever seen such a handsome thing?" An Yiran held up the blueprint of the gun to the other princes as if to show off.
"Did you draw this? I don't believe it."
"Did someone else draw it for you? Or did you take it from someone else?"
"This is my painting. If you believe it, it exists. If you don't believe it, it doesn't exist."
"Tell me to see your painting process."
An Yiran was a little sulky, "Do I need to put an image stone next to me when I'm painting?"
They really can't speak at all, and they don't understand the charm of language at all.
