"Shen Shichen?"

"Wake up?"

"Hello!"

Qin Ye loosened his collar, shook him, and kicked him, only to see him collapse to the ground with his body limp, his head tilted to one side, his eyes rolled back, his tongue sticking out, looking as if he was terrified to the extreme.

She was silent for two seconds.

Are you scared to death?

really.

The old saying is true.

A scholar is good for nothing.

When he speaks, he sounds more powerful than anyone else, as if he can carry a heavy burden on his shoulders; but when something happens, he becomes like a wilted flower, weaker than anyone else.

It's really not fun.

She put away the dagger, kicked Shen Shichen, and left.

After buying sauerkraut and tomatoes, they returned to their previous place. Ling Yixing had just come back from buying fish, and the brother and sister went home arm in arm.

In the evening, Ling Yixing cooked by himself.

He is a good cook.

When Qin Ye was young, his parents died. Ling Yixing worked hard to raise him. He could wash clothes, cook, chop wood, fetch water, sew and mend... He could do it all.

Later, Ling Yixing was spotted by a Feng Shui master by chance, who taught him skills. He studied during the day and rushed home to cook and take care of her at night.

Thinking of the past...

When parents are not around, my brother is like a parent to me.

This kindness can never be repaid in a lifetime.

On the table.

Ling Yixing brought the fragrant pickled fish and carefully picked out the chopped green onions and fish bones, "Xiao Ye, come here."

"Brother, you eat too." Qin Ye picked some for him.

The brother and sister looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

As I laughed, I felt a sour sensation on the tip of my nose.

For more than twenty years, her brother has been living for her, but he is not young anymore and it is time for him to start a family and build a career.

While eating, she asked, "Brother, don't you have a girl you like?"

After hearing this, Ling Yixing said with a smile:

"Why, do you think I'm annoying you every day?"

"No way." Qin Ye took a mouthful of rice and muttered, "After the New Year, you will be 28 years old. Men of your age have children who are 10 years old. If you don't get married, you will probably be single forever."

Ai Ai, who was serving beside him, couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"Princess, you know that women who like you are lined up outside the city gate, but you don't like any of them."

Which woman wouldn’t like such a young and promising national master?

"Who doesn't want to be the wife of the Imperial Master?"

Qin Ye looked up.

Speaking of this, I noticed that when Ai Ai was free, she would always sit alone on the steps, staring blankly, holding a purse in her hand, lost in thought, no one knew what she was thinking about.

"Ai Ai, you should have someone you like, right?"

"ah?!"

Ai Ai didn't expect that she would be the one who was thinking about it just by saying something.

Suddenly, he shook his head in panic, "No, no..."

Qin Ye narrowed his eyes.

Whether there is or not, can’t she see it?

"Ai Ai, you are not being honest. We grew up together, why are you hiding it from me?" She bit her chopsticks, "Who is it? You might as well tell me and I will take care of it for you."

Ai Ai blushes:

"No...Princess, it's not true...You, you are worrying too much..."

stuttering.

His head also lowered.

Obviously, it's a sign of someone's mind being touched.

Qin Ye smiled indulgently: "Girl, you are thoughtful, virtuous, hardworking, and willing to endure hardships. It is a blessing for that man to be liked by you. You are still hiding it and refusing to tell me. Why, are you afraid that he will not marry you?"

"Ah... No, no... Really not... Oh, Princess, I won't tell you anymore!"

Ai Ai couldn't argue with him, so she stomped her feet in anger and ran away with her face covered.

Before leaving, she glanced at Ling Yixing with panicky eyes...