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A thunderbolt exploded in Zhao Fanghua's mind, instantly splitting her into pieces.

No, no, brothers, I know you have a good relationship, but this is too good to be true!

Zhao Fanghua wanted to bang her head against the wall at this moment. Why didn't she ask Shuyu's original owner what she called Zhao Qinglan in private? Instead, she took it for granted that she must call him "Emperor".

It turns out that she fell here!

Zhao Qinglan's slightly aggrieved voice echoed from above: "Alan, I don't know what I did to upset my sister. I've been asking her to call me Your Majesty for a while now. Didn't we say we're as close as one? Even though I've been calling her 'Imperial Sister' in anger, she still refuses to change back to the old name. Does she really want to be so estranged from me?"

"No!" Zhao Fanghua blurted out, her voice a bit defensive. She raised her head suddenly, and Zhao Qinglan reacted very quickly, leaning back slightly, but still couldn't completely avoid it.

Zhao Fanghua's soft hair brushed against his chin, carrying a faint fragrance. The touch at that moment was like a feather gently brushing against Zhao Qinglan's heart. Zhao Qinglan froze in an instant, and he could even hear the strong heartbeat coming from his chest.

Zhao Fanghua has figured out all the tricks.

In the past, Zhao Fanghua and Zhao Qinglan addressed each other as "Ajie" and "Alan," but because he addressed the other as "Your Majesty," Zhao Qinglan thought he was having a quarrel with him, so he deliberately called him "Imperial Sister."

But I, such a fool, didn't even notice it!

In fact, I can't blame myself. After all, which normal person would have thought that their relationship as siblings is so good? It can no longer be simply summarized by the four words "deep sisterly love".

So, these days, Zhao Qinglan was very nice to me at one moment, and then looked at me coldly at another.

Is it all because you are having a quarrel with yourself?

After coming to this conclusion, Zhao Fanghua slapped his forehead in regret.

I've been living in fear all this time, either worried about being beaten to death by him or worried about being forced to marry off to a bad guy by him. It turns out that we have a good relationship as siblings.

She was worried about things that were impossible to happen.

No, if their relationship as siblings is already this good, then I should be more worried about him finding out.

Zhao Fanghua looked at Zhao Qinglan's face so close to her, and her breathing couldn't help but stop.

His face was sharply defined, with sharp eyebrows and a high nose. Their breaths mingled, and she could even smell a hint of something else besides ambergris. With such a handsome, almost ferocious face before her, Zhao Fanghua felt her head buzz, and everything went blank.

After a while, she finally found her voice and stammered, "Huang, it's not... Ah, Ah Lan, I didn't mean to be distant with you, it's..."

Zhao Fanghua's breathing inexplicably began to become rapid. "It's... it was Shen Xiujin who said there's a difference between the ruler and the minister, so I, that's why I call you that. Sister didn't mean to be distant with you."

Zhao Fanghua finished speaking in one breath, and felt much more at ease. In short, just leave everything to Shen Xiujin. Zhao Qinglan wouldn't have nothing better to do than to ask him for confirmation.

"Is that so..." Zhao Qinglan murmured, his mood suddenly brightening, but he didn't show it on his face, still looking pitiful. "Since Sister isn't at odds with Lan, can you please go back to calling me that?"

"Of course, Huang, ah, no, A, A Lan!" Zhao Fanghua almost bit his tongue. He was really not used to it.

Zhao Qinglan pressed the issue, "Then Sister mentioned making mung bean ice cream for me."

Zhao Fanghua nodded quickly: "I'll go back and do it now!"

Zhao Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief and gave Zhao Fanghua a harmless expression: "As expected, my sister loves me the most."

Zhao Fanghua nodded vigorously: "Of course, who says we have a deep sister-brother relationship, hahahaha."

Zhao Qinglan frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy. It was obvious that he was in charge of all this, and everything was carried out according to his plan, but why did he feel inexplicably angry at this moment?

He glanced at Zhao Fanghua suspiciously, and seeing that she was still smiling at him foolishly with her little mouth wide open, his mood inexplicably improved.

Never mind, these are all harmless things, things in the future...

He looked at Zhao Fanghua deeply.

Sister, we have a long way to go.

As Zhao Fanghua stepped out of Wanhe Hall, she let out a long sigh. She wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead. What had just happened was simply too scary.

Her little heart was in turmoil because of that bastard Zhao Qinglan. That's why they say that serving a king is like serving a tiger. He changes his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. Oh, and he also holds a grudge.

Something as trivial as mung bean ice is worth him talking about for so long.

She tugged at her collar and glanced at the overly blue sky. It was so hot and she would have to make him that damn mung bean ice cream when she got home. Just thinking about it made her feel miserable.

But then again, only those who have endured hardships can become successful. If I hadn't taken the initiative to show my courtesy some time ago, I wouldn't have been able to divorce Shen Xiujin, that gigolo, so smoothly.

There is always a gain and a loss. Besides, I only need to do one thing to gain the power and status of the eldest princess, so it is not a loss no matter how you think about it.

After all this, Zhao Fanghua quickly calmed herself down and called Shuyu back to Lirongyuan.

As soon as Zhao Fanghua returned to Lirongyuan, she sat down on the rocking chair and enjoyed a bowl of ice cream. She remembered that she had promised Zhao Qinglan to make mung bean ice cream for him today. Even though she was reluctant, she still struggled to get up. As soon as she got up, her clever little brain started working again.

Lirongyuan is so far away from Wanhe Hall. Besides, Zhao Qinglan doesn't have a radar in his mouth, so he can't tell whether he made it himself or not!

If this continues, why bother to do it yourself? After all, it's so hot, can't you just lie down and sleep comfortably?

And even though we are going to give it to him today, as long as it is before midnight, it will be considered as today. In this case, there is no need to rush. Wait until the sun goes down and the weather is cooler before sending it to him.

Zhao Fanghua praised himself crazily for his resourcefulness, then lay back down with peace of mind.

Sure enough, it is best to sleep in the hot summer.

By the time Zhao Fanghua woke up, had his fill, and slowly walked towards Wanhe Hall carrying his lunch box, it was already time for lighting.

Li Xi seemed to have received instructions in advance. When he saw Zhao Fanghua coming, he hurriedly welcomed her into the hall.

The Wanhe Hall was brightly lit with candles. Li Xi whispered, "The Emperor is reviewing memorials. Princess, please wait here for a moment."

Zhao Fanghua nodded, and Li Xi bowed and retreated.

Zhao Fanghua looked left and right, quietly placed the lunch box on the small table, and sat down on the couch by the window. With one hand supporting his cheek, he looked at Zhao Qinglan, who was concentrating on reviewing memorials, with some boredom.

Zhao Qinglan sat upright in front of a rosewood desk with a serious expression, his right hand continuously writing vigorous words on memorials. The candlelight cast a layer of gold on his angular profile, outlining his knife-like contours.

Zhao Fanghua's thoughts began to diverge.

Is he always this busy? But I'm still upset about him ignoring me this morning, so am I wrong about blaming him?

But she couldn't blame herself for this. Whenever she went there before, he would immediately put down what he was doing, which made her mistakenly think that he was idle every day. For this reason, she should both be punished with fifty lashes.

It is said that men who are focused and focused are the most attractive, especially those as handsome as Zhao Qinglan.

Zhao Fanghua changed his hand to support his chin and continued to stare at Zhao Qinglan. Perhaps Zhao Fanghua had been staring for too long, he seemed to notice something and turned his face slightly. The candlelight danced in his amber eyes, reflecting a rare softness.

"Sister is here."

Zhao Qinglan may not have spoken for a while, and his voice was a little hoarse, but it made Zhao Fanghua feel unexpectedly numb.

"Um, no..." Zhao Fanghua quickly lowered her head, her cheeks feeling hot for some reason. "I just arrived. I hope I didn't disturb you."

Zhao Qinglan put down his brush and looked at Zhao Fanghua, his lips curled up slightly. "No. My sister came to see me, and I was just happy."

Their eyes met, Zhao Fanghua blinked, her heart choked, and she felt like her teeth were about to become sour.

Oh, the relationship between this sister and brother is really great.

For some reason, Zhao Fanghua felt a little envious.

She had no brothers or sisters in her original world. During the time she lived in her uncle's house, every time she saw her cousins ​​laughing and playing, she was envious even though she could only do housework.

When she grew up and returned to her own home to live alone, she had her own friends. Even though they were playing together just a second ago, when it was time for dinner, her brothers and sisters would go home together, leaving her alone. She also wanted to have a brother or sister.

Zhao Fanghua looked at Zhao Qinglan. Perhaps God heard her call and gave her a younger brother after her reincarnation.

She held her chin with both hands and looked at Zhao Qinglan with a smile. Looking at his appearance and figure, it was pleasing to the eye just to look at him, not to mention getting along with him.

It turned out that I had misunderstood him too deeply before. Actually, when I think about it carefully, he is really a good person.

Only people like this are worthy of gathering with me in a family group where we love each other.

Zhao Fanghua watched Zhao Qinglan stand up and walk towards him with square steps, then lift up his clothes and sit down opposite him.

Look, even the movements are so smooth and unrestrained.

It is true that the sister is happy no matter how she looks at her brother.

Zhao Fanghua quickly put herself into the role of her sister, and a vague feeling of something being wrong emerged in her mind, but she quickly threw that feeling out of her mind.

Apart from life and death, there is no other big deal. Now that I have confirmed that I can firmly hold on to Zhao Qinglan's thigh, there is no need to talk about life and death. From now on, I will have a good life of eating and drinking!

Maybe she could even ask him to give her thirty lovers, one for each day, without repeating for a month.

Zhao Fanghua and I are finally living a good life!