Wen Ranran was stunned, looked at Xia Lishuang's burning eyes, and said hesitantly:
"It's not good...Bai Rixuan. Whore is not a gentleman...well..."
Before he finished speaking, he was directly sealed with a kiss.
Outside the door, Xia Youlin and Du Chisheng ran in with kites in their hands, and the crisp sounds of children rang out.
"Mom! The kite... the kite is broken..."
Three minutes after that deep kiss happened.
Wen Ranran sat on the edge of the bed with a flushed face, feeling the burning marks on her cheeks.
Xia Lishuang sat directly at the table, picked up the already cold tea, and took a sip, her face darkened.
Xia Youlin was still young, so he just handed the kite to Wen Ranran.
"Mom, the kite is broken, shall we make another one?"
Wen Ranran nodded, took the two children, and quietly went to the pavilion, took the prepared paste, and carefully repaired the kite.
Two soft little boys gathered around her. Xia Youlin was smart after all and looked at Wen Ranran strangely.
"Mom... your face is so red? Is the charcoal fire in the room too hot?"
Wen Ranran: "..."
She swallowed and looked into Xia Youlin's clear eyes.
Xia Youlin was raised in a Buddhist temple, and for some reason, no one taught him this. Ordinary wealthy families would have maids teach him about men and women when they were twelve or thirteen years old, but Xia Youlin still didn't understand anything.
open.
"Yes...it's too hot in the room..." Wen Ranran stumbled.
On the side, Du Chisheng must have been wiser after all, and curled his lips: "No way... When I rushed in just now, I saw Uncle Prince bullying Sister Ran..."
Wen Ranran was stunned, and the kite frame in her hand broke with a "pop" sound.
Xia Youlin didn't care about this. He just pulled Du Chisheng and asked curiously: "What is bullying?"
Du Chisheng was a little older than Xia Youlin. All the food he had eaten over the years had grown out of his mind. He tilted his head.
"My dad said that if you like a girl, you always want to bully her!"
Wen Ranran: "..."
What on earth did that old bastard Du Fantian teach Du Chisheng?
Wen Ranran didn't dare to think about it further, so she dismantled the kite three times and looked at the two little ghosts expressionlessly.
"The kite can't be repaired anymore. Let's ask Uncle Jiangtang to make another one!"
The two children looked at Wen Ranran's serious face, stuck out their tongues, and ran away without daring to delve deeper into the issue.
The temperature on Wen Ranran's face could not cool down. After a while, she looked at the broken kite and cursed in a low voice: "Old Sepi!"
"Hey, what's going on? Did you quarrel with your husband?" A charming voice came from behind, Gu Qiandao was still wearing a flamboyant red dress.
"nothing!"
Wen Ranran quickly sorted out her emotions and asked, "How's it going?"
Gu Qiandao and Shen Tong have been busy these two days, always looking for suspicious people in the city.
People who know martial arts are always more sensitive in observation. Shen Tong is the best thief in the world, and Gu Qiandao is a killer hiding in the dark. The two of them worked together and discovered a lot of suspicious things.
"These are our new discoveries. This guy Shen Tong also stole Jiang Zijing's token..." Gu Qiandao took out a map from his sleeve, "The places marked on it are where those people placed the gunpowder.
In this place, Jiang Zijing has gone crazy and wants to blow up the capital! It will bring us some trouble, and all the people who bomb the city are dressed as Yan people!"
Wen Ranran was not surprised by this result.
You know, although the Yan Kingdom is not taking action now, there is a Yan Tu in it.
Yan Tu himself has little power, but he has the status of a hostage like an enemy, so he is simply the best person to carry the push.
Wen Ranran smiled and took the token from Gu Qiandao's hand.
"I have to say, Shen Tong is really good at stealing things..." Gu Qiandao clicked his tongue.
Wen Ranran held the token, looking a bit thoughtful after all. She waved to Gu Qiandao and whispered a few words in his ear.