msmithbooks Chapter 219 I Have My Own Stand
Chapter 219 I Have My Own Stand
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Qianling was taken to the firewood room.
"You should live in this place today," said the member of the village who led the way, "Don't even think about running away. If you are caught, the boss will not spare you."
Qian Ling looked at the cold hard floor and random piles of wood in the firewood room. There was only a thin layer of windows and cold air seeped in. It was not like a habitable environment at all.
He turned his head, his beautiful face was out of place in the gray woodshed.
The member leading the way blushed instantly.
"You, do you have any questions?"
Qian Ling said: "Can you give me a quilt? If you get sick, it will delay your trip."
"This……"
The member's face was getting redder and redder. It took a lot of restraint just to stare at that face. He stumbled and said, "No, the boss said——"
"Is it really not possible?"
Qian Ling lowered her head in disappointment, her slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her eyes, but her face couldn't hide her loneliness, she looked more like an ignorant young man than a superior status.
But he is so beautiful, like a figure in a dream.
The member couldn't help the dryness in his throat, and hurriedly said, "You wait."
Before Qian Ling could react, the person in front of him had already disappeared.
The bullet screen said one after another:
——My wife has grown up and knows to use her beauty attribute to benefit herself.
——Let's not talk about bedding, give me my baby if you want my life.
——I really love my wife’s tea without knowing it, it makes my heart itch.
——It is already foreseeable that the whole team will be fascinated by my baby (Dabaa)
……
Qianling: "???"
System 663 said: ...
Tea?
Don't think too much, he is just thinking about whether to use the points to exchange things in the mall.
After inexplicably getting a clean and thick quilt, the man brought dry food and water with a blushing face, scratched the back of his head and said: "I heard that you are the little emperor, we have nothing to offer here, if you Eat when you're hungry."
Qian Ling sat on the bed made by the other party, ate the food brought by the other party, and said sincerely, "Thank you."
"No, you're welcome," the member lowered his head, blushing to the base of his ears, and quickly said, "Then I'll go first, you should rest well."
The man left the woodshed as if fleeing, and ran back to his room.
As soon as I opened the door, I found that the room was full of people.
"Yoyo, you're finally back. How is the little emperor? Did he lose his temper with you?" One of them teased, "The kind of delicate son who was born in the emperor's family must be so angry that his face turned green."
The others looked expectantly at the member who had just returned.
After rushing into the door, he rushed to the tea on the table without saying a word. After pouring a pot of tea, he sat down as if he had collapsed.
"Looking at your reaction, can't he beat you?"
"With his body and bones, how much strength can he have, but it is possible to throw things."
The member hurriedly waved his hand to explain, "He didn't hit me, he didn't throw anything, and he didn't lose his temper."
Everyone in the room looked in disbelief.
The man continued: "He just asked for a quilt, and also... said thank you to me..."
His voice was very quiet, but it sounded like a thunderclap.
"How is this possible? The little emperor is notoriously bad-tempered, and would chop off other people's heads every now and then. I think you're dreaming and losing your mind!"
"Don't be fooled by his pretended kindness."
Even though other people were saying reminders, the member still blushed and defended in a low voice: "I believe he is not that kind of person."
"...It's over, this kid has already fallen into it."
"The little emperor's face is not bad, it's quite deceptive, but I have my own position, and I won't be as unpromising as him."
"That's right, a worthless guy."
"If the boss didn't want to save his life, I would have done it a long time ago. This kind of dog emperor can be punished by everyone."
……
And Qian Ling, who was in the center of their topic discussion, didn't notice these words, sat on the clean quilt, and sighed, "Actually, they are not bad. The identity I got is indeed a lot of evil, and it's a miracle that I haven't been abused." .”
System 663: […]
There is nothing more miraculous than your pretty face, and if there is, it must be because the other person is blind.
are you blind?
Qian Ling suddenly thought of the man in white who reached out to him today, and sighed again, "Others are also good."
System 663: […]
Miscalculated.
Even a blind man couldn't resist the charm of this guy.
At this moment, a black figure appeared outside the paper window of the firewood room, shaking at the door.
Qian Ling gulped down in fright.
He just watched the figure swaying back and forth, and did not come in at the door for a long time.
Qianling said to System 663: "He didn't come to assassinate me, did he? What should I do? Should I find some weapons?"
System 663 said: [Don't worry, you don't need to be sneaky if you want to hurt you, unless you have other ulterior secrets in your heart. 】
Looking at the shadow outside the door, Qian Ling felt drowsy, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Who is outside?"
The figure outside the window paused, and the whole person tensed up.
Then the door was opened a crack, and Ji Cheng walked in slowly, looking away, "Don't think too much, I didn't come to see you. I just happened to pass by, and I happened to have some food in my hand." Lots of stuff. If you're hungry--"
Qian Ling said: "Huh? But I'm already full."
Ji Cheng's voice stopped, and when he turned his head, he saw Qian Ling sitting cross-legged on the quilt cleanly, holding a teacup in both hands obediently, and there was a food box beside him.
His face became ugly for a moment.
"Who gave these to you? You don't listen to the boss's orders. It's really the opposite, this group of people."
Qian Ling pointed to the things in his hand, and said, "But didn't you bring it yourself?"
Ji Cheng was stunned and speechless for a few seconds, the expression on his face was extremely unnatural, "I, I intend to keep it to feed the cat, it has nothing to do with you, don't be too sentimental.
Don't change the subject, hurry up and tell me who that person is!"
Qian Ling said, "I won't tell you."
Ji Cheng couldn't tell why he was restless, he gritted his molars, and approached: "Believe it or not, if you don't tell me, I can still get that person out?!"
Qian Ling didn't say a word, but looked at him quietly, his clear and beautiful eyes projected his angry shadow.
Ji Cheng panicked for a moment, "Why don't you speak?"
"Do you really hate me so much? Did you feel sorry for me when I was rescued?"
Ji Cheng was stunned.
Qian Ling continued: "It's late, you should go back to your room."
Ji Cheng's face sank completely, and he clenched his hands tightly. After taking a deep breath, he turned around and slammed the door shut.
His chest heaved violently, looking down at the steaming food in his hand, thinking of what he had done, he suddenly felt that he was extremely funny.
The other party doesn't need his help at all.
Ji Cheng strode out.
That's right, what he hated the most was the pampered little emperor, and it was his own fault to become like this.
As Ji Cheng walked, his speed slowed down again. He felt unspeakably irritated, and punched the woodsman a few times before he calmed down slightly.
He looked at the woodshed, which was still lit.
Just go back and take a look, just to see if the little emperor wants to sneak away.
And Qianling in the firewood room had no intention of running away at all, but rolled up his sleeves and was busy in front of the stove.
Living in the palace before did not give him any inconvenience of ancient life. It was not until he came to this kind of place that Qianling realized the importance of technology.
Just wanting to boil some hot water for a bath, Qian Ling was so busy that her head was sweating, and even her palms were reddened, and she still couldn't see a single spark.
"Not at all..."
Qianling hugged her legs in distress, and heard the system 663 say: [Be patient, go to bed first. 】
No.
Qian Ling couldn't sleep at all until she washed it clean.
But Ji Cheng, who was squatting outside, did not wait until the lights in the room were turned off, but instead saw Qian Ling busy back and forth with his reflection.
He thought viciously in his heart: Sure enough, he was dishonest.
Until Ji Cheng pushed open the door.
Qianling stood up from behind the stove, still holding a stick of dry wood in his hand, showing his crisp arms, his cheeks and hands were covered with gray carbon stains, like a bird that fell into a coal fire kitten.
Ji Cheng burst out laughing.
"What are you doing?"
Can't you see what it's doing?
Qian Ling said: "Boil water, but it won't light."
"Sure enough, the little emperor can't take care of himself without anyone to serve him." Ji Cheng walked over and took the firewood in his hand, "Please beg me, I'll help you, how about it?"
Qianling: "..."
Why is this person so annoying?
"Forget it, just be a good person."
Ji Cheng lit the fire three times, five times and two times, and helped people connect the bath water by the way. After finishing all this, he turned his head and saw Qian Ling who was still staring at him.
Ji Cheng panicked for a moment, "Then what, don't think too much, I'm only here to monitor you because I'm afraid that you will run away—"
Qian Ling said, "Thank you."
Ji Cheng paused, and the roots of his ears turned red quietly.
"Can you teach me how to do it?"
Qian Ling suddenly squeezed over, rubbing the back of his hand with his fingers with a faint fragrance.
Ji Cheng withdrew his hand instantly as if he was electrocuted, and stood up.
"Why do you learn this, you are the emperor."
Qian Ling said helplessly: "But I was captured by you, and now I am just a prisoner of yours."
"Who told you to do so many bad things before?"
Qian Ling crouched behind the stove, fiddled with the burning firewood inside, and the scarlet sparks flew, "I don't know, they told me to sit in that position, and I can do whatever I want, but what I want most is Just get out of there."
Ji Cheng lowered his head and saw Qian Ling's lonely figure, inexplicably, complex emotions arose in his heart that he didn't understand, sour and astringent.
At this time, what is he thinking in his heart?
[The author has something to say: Qianling is thinking about this charcoal fire, if only two more sweet potatoes could be roasted. 】