The sunshine in April is even warmer than in March.
The gentle breeze echoed in the courtyard.
Plus the slightly cooling feeling that comes with the tea effect of Linglong Jade Tea.
The heat caused by the five people bathing in the sun subsided.
"Creak, creak, creak" was the sound of the rocking chair shaking, plus the sound of birds chirping from time to time that reached the ears of several people.
All kinds of factors converged, and the five people in the yard at the moment were almost lazy.
Regardless of whether it is Yao Yue, Huang Rong or even Xiao Zhao, even drinking tea involves mobilizing internal energy or Qi plus martial arts to draw the tea out of the cup.
He opened his mouth and waited for the strange tea to enter his mouth.
Dongfang Bubai saw the behavior of the following people.
Dongfang Bubai also decisively used the method of a few people.
Then, you can drink tea without getting up.
Dongfang Bubai feels that the sun is shining now, and he feels better.
It wasn't until the sun faded that Huang Rong sat up lazily.
After stretching to get rid of the slackers in her body, Huang Rong quickly walked to Lin Qingping and pushed her.
"The sun is gone, get up and get to work!"
Being pushed by Huang Rong like this, Lin Qingping reluctantly opened his eyes.
Seeing that Huang Rong had opened her mouth and was about to bite it off, Lin Qingping instinctively raised his hand and pressed it on Huang Rong's face.
He said in a helpless tone: "Okay, I know, I know! I'll get up right now."
After standing up weakly, Lin Qingping dragged his legs and walked slowly towards his room.
The lazy pace made Huang Rong want to carry Lin Qingping directly to the room.
Seeing Lin Qingping obediently enter the study, Huang Rong took Xiao Zhao and moved the rocking chair to the utility room.
Yao Yue also moved elegantly and gently, carrying the chair with one hand and slowly leaving the yard.
Then he and Huang Rong Xiaozhao walked into Lin Qingping's room.
Then Dongfang Bubai was left alone looking at the three women with a little doubt.
I don't understand why the girls suddenly became excited.
However, I glanced at the kettle sitting on the stove next to me.
Thinking again of the tea that I drank before that could improve my bones and understanding.
Dongfang Bubai's curiosity gradually grew stronger.
After pondering for a while, he slowly stood up, wanting to see what the hell these people were doing now.
But after walking a few steps, he looked at the rocking chair he was lying on in the yard, frowned, and then raised his right hand slightly.
Under the surge of true energy, the rocking chair on one side was wrapped in true energy and slowly floated to the front of Dongfang Bubai.
Then Dongfang Bubai grabbed the armrest of the rocking chair and carried it as lightly as nothing.
Stepping out of the utility room and looking at Dongfang Bubai, who was also carrying a chair, Yueyue raised a hint of amusement at the corner of her mouth.
Noticing the smile on Yaoyue's lips, Dongfang Bubai frowned slightly.
For some reason, Dongfang Bubai always felt that every move of Yao Yue in front of him always made him inexplicably unhappy.
It's as if they were born with each other.
However, this eye contact did not last long.
Seeing Huang Rong and Xiao Zhao excitedly entering Lin Qingping's room.
Yao Yue calmly withdrew her gaze and walked towards Lin Qingping's room with her hands behind her hands.
Dongfang Bubai was keenly aware that Yao Yue was walking faster than before.
Taking this scene into his eyes, Dongfang Bubai's curiosity only increased instead of decreasing.
Standing at the door, he used his true energy to send the rocking chair into the utility room, then turned around and flashed.
In an instant, Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue stepped into Lin Qingping's room one after another like a ghost.
In the room, Lin Qingping was yawning and grinding.
Huang Rong and Xiao Zhao were standing next to the desk.
The two women were holding a stack of rice paper in their hands.
The two heads were pressed together tightly, and their eyes were fixed on the manuscripts that Lin Qingping had written in the morning in Huang Rong's hands.
Their eyes are all brilliant.
When Yao Yue entered the room, Huang Rong and the two of them just finished reading the first manuscript and handed it out.
Faced with Huang Rong's action, Yao Yue raised her right hand and took it smoothly.
Then his eyes fell on the manuscript.
"The Pretty Boy of the Empress' Family"
It's still the same as Lin Qingping's last storybook.
The title of the book seems strange and straightforward, but it somehow arouses people's interest.
Glancing at the words on the first page of the manuscript, Yao Yue raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Baby face?"
After glancing at Lin Qingping with a half-smile, Yao Yue's eyes moved downwards to focus on the words below that were pleasing to the eye and heart.
"Cooking tea, splashing ink and writing poems, reading the rain, listening to the wind and asking about nature."
"A leisurely walk along the streets and a melody, the sunset is intoxicating and beautiful."
"The first time, April, Dali Dynasty, Snow Bamboo Forest."
"In Liyang Palace, in the Hall of Chaohe, the sun is blowing on the faces of all the officials, like a spring breeze. They are in a sea of bamboo, with bamboo blowing to their noses and the sound of birds filling their ears."
"On the bamboo chair, the handsome Jiang Bai held a cattail leaf fan and gently shook it. He looked at the clouds rolling in the sky and his bare right foot swayed gently."
"The breeze blows and the bamboo leaves sway, making a rustling sound."
"However, at this moment, a figure appeared in the bamboo forest."
"The woman's long skirt is fluttering, making a hunting sound, soaring in the sky, her black hair is fluttering, and her whole person is filled with fierce domineering and pride."
"A fiery red robe is actually embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon..."
Her eyes slowly moved over the manuscript in her hand, and Yao Yue's interest was gradually attracted by the content in the manuscript.
There are too few things to pass the time in this world.
Those suitable for women are even rarer.
Therefore, no matter for Xiao Zhao, Huang Rong or even Yao Yue.
Lin Qingping's storybooks can naturally become one of their few pastimes.
In the room, the people watching Yaoyue were immersed in these rice papers without saying a word.
Dongfang Bubai frowned, with some doubts in his eyes.
He looked at Lin Qingping, who was holding up his pen and the ink began to fall on the paper.
Dongfang Bubai looked at another stack of old-looking papers on Lin Qingping's desk.
It was the original manuscript that was sent back after being copied and donated to Changshan Bookstore some time ago.
Taking a few steps forward, Dongfang Bubai put one hand behind his back and picked up the unattended papers on the table with the other hand.
His face was slightly lowered and his eyes were on the paper.
The large characters on the first page that almost occupied half of the page were instantly printed in Dongfang Bubai's eyes.
"The Overbearing Palace Master Falls in Love with Me"
"Um?"
With these words printed in his eyes, Dongfang Bubai's eyes narrowed in vain.
