The vicious villain is in luck again

An Ran began to look at He Yiyi.

If Lonicera in the previous small world had a soft and clear face, but sometimes had a dull temperament like a little white rabbit, He Yiyi is a complete little white rabbit, looking soft and waxy, innocent and innocent

cute.

Looking at her big, watery eyes and cheeks with baby fat, An Ran felt that her heart was about to melt.

She couldn't hold it back anymore, so she stretched out her hand to pinch the bulging flesh around He Yiyi's mouth, and rubbed it twice gently.

Ah, it feels good in the hand.

An Ran was intoxicated.

Tiandao, who had watched An Ran teasing He Yiyi, was too shocked to speak.

Help, he shouted in his heart, An Ran's current behavior is very different from the original owner, okay?

"Nvgoose, I'm ready to be expelled by the laws of heaven and earth." He said bitterly.

An Ran reluctantly took her hand back from He Yiyi's face, facing He Yiyi's almost earthquake-like frightened gaze, he pretended to take out a handkerchief and wiped it, "It's so dirty. If you don't wash it off, you'll be gone later."

Don’t hang out in front of me for a while.”

After wiping her hands, she casually threw the finely embroidered handkerchief in front of He Yiyi and left without looking back.

Halfway through, An Ran heard the messy and heavy footsteps behind him and followed him, more than one person.

"Miss!" Jiang Xiaosi caught up and asked, "What should I do with the ugly slave?"

An Ran lowered her eyelids and looked at Tiandao in her arms, "How did the original owner deal with it?"

Tiandao said: "The original owner specifically asked him to go to the stable to clean her beloved horse before eating."

An Ran then told Jiang Xiaosi, "Let him go to the stable to take care of my horse."

She paused and then added, "Take care of my horse first, and then you can have food."

Jiang Xiaosi was stunned and led Wen Feiran towards another trail.

Tiandao kept thinking in his heart all the way, telling An Ran how difficult it was to take care of the original owner's beloved horse. At the beginning, he almost lost half of his life because of his rejection of Wen Feiran.

"The original owner's beloved horse is named Wuyuan. She is a female, but she is stronger and more handsome than the average male horse. Her temperament is the same as the original owner's, but even worse. She has always been close to the original owner."

"The first time Wen Feiran wiped him, he was kicked hard by him and he passed out in the stable."

An Ran thought for a second and felt something was wrong, "Wen Feiran's martial arts must be very high, otherwise how could he avoid being chased?"

Tiandao said that An Ran was right, Wen Feiran's martial arts was the highest among the princes.

"So how could he, who is so powerful in martial arts, be kicked unconscious by a horse so easily?"

Tiandao said helplessly: "No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you still have to have the strength to use them. Wen Feiran has been running around for days. Before he even took a breath after entering the house, he was assigned to do heavy work by the original owner. It is normal for him to be kicked unconscious.

"

An Ran continued to ask, "What happened after he fainted?"

"Of course I was saved by He Yiyi." Tiandao's tone showed a sense of matter-of-factness.

An Ran didn't understand again, "Why did she go to the stable for no reason?"

Tiandao replied, "For Wen Feiran, he handed her the veil. She went to the stable to say thank you, and she happened to find Wen Feiran unconscious."

"Okay." An Ran accepted the explanation and waved behind her, "Come here."

Among the servants following behind, a maid immediately came up and asked, "What are your orders, Miss?"

An Ran looked at her, "What's your name?"

There was a look of surprise on the maid's face for a moment, but it was quickly covered up. She lowered her head slightly and replied obediently, "Miss, my name is Luyuan."

"Okay, Luyuan." An Ran called out very naturally, "Find someone to keep an eye on the ugly slave in the stable. If anything happens, come and tell me right away."

"Yes." Luyuan called someone out from among the servants who were following behind, and they retreated together.

Tiandao vaguely guessed An Ran's intention, "Nvgoose, do you want to save Wen Feiran before He Yiyi?"

safe hand

She tapped his head twice with her fingers.

"But." His cat eyes flashed dimly in the darkness, "This is inconsistent with the original owner's temperament."

An Ran let out a "tsk" and opened the cover on top of his head, pressing it gently with her palms. "Don't be so rigid. I'm watching Wen Feiran, not necessarily to save him, but maybe because I'm afraid that he will serve my beloved horse."

Not thoughtful."

"While I was watching him at work, I found that he was injured. Wouldn't it be natural to treat him? The original owner is not Zhou Papi. The laws of heaven and earth cannot detect it."

An Ran said in a relaxed tone, "I want to make a quick decision. Since it turns out that He Yiyi can rely on this to be with Wen Feiran, then it is a certainty that I will follow her approach and make Wen Feiran fall in love with me and gain luck."

What?"

Tiandao was convinced by An Ran's careful explanation, and he couldn't help but admire An Ran's intelligence, "As expected of you, Female Goose."

One person and one cat calmly returned to the original owner's room.

After a while, someone knocked on the door softly and timidly said that dinner was ready and invited her to dine with Mrs. Jiang.

The voice sounded familiar to An Ran. When he opened the door, he saw He Yiyi who had changed his clothes.

Her dress, which had been washed until it was white and faded and a little dirty, turned into another dress that was white and faded but exuded a clean soapy scent. Her long hair hung softly behind her back, except for a small hair tied on top of her head.

She wore a bun with a few small flowers as accessories, and her face was as timid and frightened as a waxy dumpling.

An Ran quickly glanced at her from beginning to end, raised her chin slightly, and said nothing, but what she wanted to say was completely revealed from her expression.

He Yiyi turned around holding a lantern with a spring peach blossom picture delicately drawn on oil paper, silently lighting the way forward for An Ran.

Tiandao said: "At this time, He Yiyi was still kneeling because he bumped into the original owner."

An Ran looked at He Yiyi's back under the warm light. Her long and thick hair did not fly. Instead, it hung docilely and honestly on her thin back, blurring out the seemingly thin piece of fabric.

darker color.

She frowned, let go of Tiandao, stretched out her hand, grabbed the ends of He Yiyi's hair and twisted it, and then twisted out all the small moisture clinging to the hair.

He Yiyi never expected that An Ran would suddenly grab her hair. He was still walking in front of her without warning. Her scalp tightened and she couldn't help but scream. But she soon realized that she was making too much fuss.

, hurriedly raised a hand to cover his mouth.

An Ran stared at it with wide eyes for a few seconds, sighed heavily, and let go.

"Why did you come here without drying your hair?" Her voice was slightly cold.

He Yiyi froze and didn't dare to move. She had just finished taking a bath. As soon as she saw the place for dinner, she got dressed and hurried over.

Could it be that the eldest lady thinks her wet hair is an eyesore?

He Yiyi blamed herself for a moment. She couldn't move faster in the shower so that she could wring her hair dry.

Her eyes rolled around, and just when she was about to admit her mistake, she heard the eldest lady's voice.

"That's it this time, let's go."

An Ran frowned and said to her, "You can't do this in the future."

He Yiyi nodded hurriedly.

She will definitely not make such a mistake next time.

The small dining hall is elegantly and delicately decorated, with a huanghuali screen with a hollowed-out landscape facing the door, and eye-catching celebrity calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. Small potted flowers and plants are carefully decorated in the spaces between the four corners of the small hall and the seats.

There is a faint fragrance floating in the air.

An Ran looked around and felt that when eating in such an environment, every grain of rice should be filled with the elegance of the poets who moved there, splashing ink or reciting poems.

Beside the simple and heavy black round table, sat a woman who still retained her charm.

The woman is a smart girl at first glance. Whether it is the long and narrow hooked eyes or the sharp and thin chin, she is not easy to mess with. Those shining eyes have fallen into the eyes of too many years.

Feng Chen condensed two sharp swords, always ready to be struck.

But these two

When the small sword touched An Ran, it instantly clattered into the depths of his eyes, and what came up was a soft warm breeze under the summer shade.

An Ran was so caressed by this warm wind-like gaze that she was drunk, and couldn't help shouting, "Mother."

Mrs. Jiang's eyes became even softer, almost overflowing with water. She waved her hand eagerly, "My dear, come sit down next to me."

An Ran walked over in a daze and sat down next to Mrs. Jiang's arm, thinking to herself that Mrs. Jiang's feelings were much more emotional than those of Zhao Luosu.

As soon as she sat down, the smart girl next to her directed the people to bring the prepared meals. The table was full, and soon the small hall was filled with the aroma of the hot food.

Mrs. Jiang picked up the food with her chopsticks, her movements were so fast that An Ran only blinked a few times, and the porcelain bowl in front of her was already filled with a mountain-like pile of food.

She turned her head slightly and looked at Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang was keenly aware of An Ran's gaze, stopped her movements, and raised a loving smile, with a sense of natural affection in her voice, "Why don't you eat, but the food doesn't suit your appetite?"

An Ran shook his head, smiled back, and started eating in silence.

A hand quietly placed on the top of her head, like a weeping willow on the shore gently touching the calm water, and the hand also gently touched her.

"We dear, do you miss your father? We just received a message from your father earlier. In a few days, we will return to Guyu from the imperial capital."

Mrs. Jiang said softly, "Don't worry, my dear, there is still one month left before the blessing. Your father will definitely be able to catch up."

She was unaware of what was going to happen in the small world, and Mrs. Jiang said she would ask God for blessings later.

An Ran focused on cooking, nodded seriously, and gave a low response.

She was so busy eating, as if she was extremely hungry, and Mrs. Jiang was not willing to interrupt her eating. The small hall became quiet for a while, except for the crisp sound of the clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

Suddenly, a series of weird grunting sounds came from the corner, which was no less than thunderous at this time.

An Ran raised her head and looked in one direction. He Yiyi was standing there at a loss, with his hands pressing his stomach tightly, and his little face was flushed.

When An Ran looked over, He Yiyi's hand made the same dull sound as before.

Their eyes met, and I didn't know who was more embarrassed.

The person who broke the deadlock was Mrs. Jiang. She frowned and her soft voice immediately became a little sharper, "What's the pestle like a wooden stake doing there?"

He Yiyi seemed to want to say something, his lips moved, but in the end he did not say anything.

Mrs. Jiang seemed to understand something and smiled slightly, but her eyes shot out two small swords to stab He Yiyi, "Should I ask Chunyu to get another pair of bowls and chopsticks?"

A trace of panic immediately appeared on He Yiyi's face, and he waved his hands wildly in front of his chest, "No, no, no."

Mrs. Jiang's smile spread as if blown away by the wind. Her upward-looking eyes glanced at her disdainfully, then she turned around and served An Ran a bowl of soup with a smile.

An Ran saw the little eight-year-old He Yiyi standing there, and felt a little pity in his heart. He was still a child.

She turned her face to Tiandao who was eating happily at her feet.

Tiandao was keenly aware of An Ran's gaze, moved his tail, and silently asked, "Nvgoose, what do you want to do?"

"I want He Yiyi to come over for dinner." An Ran smiled.