"You! Warm my princess's bed!" Sang Zhi shook her head and her voice suddenly became louder again.
Wen Ranran: "..."
Damn, she is also the serious Princess of Lan Kingdom and the Crown Princess of Rong Kingdom, okay?! She has never warmed the bed of a woman...
Wen Ranran curled her lips and looked directly at Sang Zhi for the first time with her clear eyes. Sang Zhi was stunned and looked away involuntarily.
"Princess, if you really don't like insulting people... don't do this. Can I help the princess untie her bun?" Wen Ranran suppressed her temper, narrowed her eyes and smiled.
Sang Zhi was stunned when she saw the boy dressed in women's clothing. He quietly put down the origami in his hand and walked slowly behind her.
The braid on the head was gently spread out by gentle fingers. Wen Ranran's fingers were nimble, with a hint of tenderness.
Sang Zhi's face turned red, but prairie children were always bold, so she just suddenly grabbed the hand behind her and turned around.
"Wen Sheng... why don't you... follow me back to the grassland?" Sang Zhi blinked. Although his eyes were shy, they were indeed bold and passionate.
Wen Ranran was stunned for a moment, her tone was low and helpless, even a bit feminine.
"What a pity...I like men!"
"Click——"
The atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment, and Wen Ranran seemed to hear the sound of the girl's heart breaking.
Sang Zhi twitched the corner of her mouth and looked at the other party with unspeakable expression, "You...you actually..."
"Yes, I'm so manly!" Wen Ranran said casually, but she really didn't want to break up a pretty cute girl, otherwise she would feel bad about it.
Sang Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.
Wen Ranran remained calm and looked at Sang Zhi calmly, "Princess, just treat me as a sister!"
Sang Zhi: "..."
Is it really okay for you to say this with such a calm face?
Outside the door, Batu, who was eavesdropping, felt relieved. For a moment, he wished he could regard Wen Ranran as a good brother.
"I..." Sang Zhi opened her mouth, but in the end, she chose to run away.
Wen Ranran looked at the girl's fleeing back, raised her eyebrows slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief.
There was no word for the whole night. The next day, Sang Zhi came to see Wen Ranran with red eyes. Wen Ranran was still sleeping soundly when the door was suddenly kicked open and she couldn't help but be startled.
"I don't care...you have to stay here and play with me anyway!"
Wen Ranran nodded obediently.
The days in the city lord's mansion were very boring. Wen Ranran spent the whole day teaching Sang Zhi, the little princess, some fun things, such as playing mahjong, and sleeping. Such days did not last long, because on the third day
At that time, Ji Tong finally knew that such a person existed, so he came to summon him in person.
Wen Ranran held the teacup tremblingly, trembling as she looked at Ji Tong, who was over forty but still strong.
If Feng Cheng is a muscular and powerful general with no brains, Ji Tong is the high-end version of Feng Cheng, who can not only fight, but also has brains.
At this moment, Ji Tong, a smart man, was holding a cup of tea, looking at the weak young man sitting down and shivering, and his tone even sounded kind.
"What's your name?"
"Wen... Wen Sheng!" Wen Ranran's face remained calm, trying to look as frightened as possible.
Ji Tong smiled and whispered, "Don't be nervous. I heard that your aunt is Meng Shu, a disciple of Zhang Yicheng?"
Wen Ranran nodded inexplicably, but her fingers suddenly tightened her clothes.
Zhang Yicheng?! Tongpan Taoist is actually Zhang Yicheng? That person who can repeat and shuttle through reincarnation like him?!
Wen Ranran gritted her teeth, her tone was respectful, but still a bit proud of a cultivator.
"My aunt and master have always been indifferent to worldly affairs, which made the city lord laugh!"
When Ji Tong heard this address, he paused slightly and looked at Wen Ranran.
"Zhang Yicheng...is this your master?"
Wen Ranran pursed her lips. She and Zhang Yicheng had met each other in the tomb of King He at that time... emmm, that old guy wouldn't mind that she was using his name to deceive, right?
"yes."
Ji Tong suddenly burst out laughing. He stood up suddenly and helped Wen Ranran himself, looking extremely respectful.
"I'm rude, please give me a favor, little Taoist priest!"