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Xiahou Mufeng looked at her expression, and secretly glanced at Leng Xifeng, he just came back last night, and he even poured water on him!
Tong Xiaole was gloomy for two days, and then became noisy again.
"Master, will you go out for a while?" Tong Xiaole looked at Leng Xifeng with expectant eyes.
Leng Xifeng gave a soft "huh" as an answer.
Tong Xiaole was overjoyed, her eyes were shining brightly, she immediately trotted out, and when she came back, she was sweating profusely, holding a dripping bamboo basket in her hand.
"Master, these amethyst grapes have been soaked in ice water, try it."
Leng Xifeng looked up from the account book, saw the bamboo basket in her hand, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "What else did you soak in the ice spring in the back mountain?"
"Hehehe, I soaked some dried mulberries, grapes, and tangerines The ice spring water is cool and delicious, Master won't be reluctant, right? I will definitely be careful not to pollute the clean spring water!" Tong Xiaole vowed, afraid Leng Xifeng blamed it.
"Did you drink ice spring water?" Leng Xifeng's expression became even more strange.
"Yes." Tong Xiaole drooped her head, thinking that it would be okay to drink saliva, right?
Leng Xifeng couldn't help coughing lightly, and said in a muffled voice: "I take a bath in the ice spring every day"
"Ouch" Tong Xiaole thought of drinking every day, wishing he could vomit out his intestines.
"Hahaha" Leng Xifeng couldn't hold back any longer, and laughed loudly, which was extremely refreshing to hear.
While Tong Xiaole was retching, she also wanted to laugh. Master and her got along much better. It would be great if she could be accepted as an apprentice again
Without the ice spring water in the back mountain to spend the summer, Tong Xiaole became wilted again. When I was waiting at the gate of Lengyue Mountain Villa in the morning, I was also a little mentally weak.
Leng Xifeng didn't go out again today, so Tong Xiaole went to the study to look for someone.
As soon as she walked into the study room, feeling the coolness in the room, Tong Xiaole raised her drooping head in an instant. She looked around, looked around, and she saw something strange. It turned out that there was a piece of paper hanging on the window edge of the study room. An ice bell made of ice spirits. Occasionally, when the wind blows in through the window, it will blow a little bit of cool air.
? Bingling is a thousand-year-old ice, a small piece can resist the scorching heat of a day.
The temperature of his whole body became lower, his face was no longer hot and red, and Tong Xiaole immediately became alive and well. She bulged her shiny black eyes, and her face was bright: "Master, it's so cool in your study!"
"Yeah." Leng Xifeng looked up at her, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.
Tong Xiaole was afraid that Leng Xifeng would be too noisy, so he walked in a well-behaved manner, his posture was more standard than ever, and even his little face had a serious and serious expression.
Maybe it was too nervous, after only half an hour, she couldn't stand it anymore.
He began to turn his head to look at Leng Xifeng frequently, as if hesitant to speak.
"Just tell me if you have anything to say." Finally, Leng Xifeng put down the brush in his hand and looked up at her.
"Master, I'm tired from striding, can I take a rest?"
"Yes." Leng Xifeng buried her head in the book again.
Tong Xiaole was overjoyed when he heard the words, and immediately stood up straight and moved his hands and feet.
She stood on tiptoe, quietly walked to the window like a ghost in the study, and carefully picked up the ice bell hanging by the window.
Unexpectedly, the ice spirit was so cold, she was caught off guard, she let go of her hand, and the bell made a crisp sound.
Tong Xiaole turned around with a guilty conscience, just in time to meet Leng Xifeng's gaze.
"Master, I'm sorry to disturb you! This ice spirit is so nice! It's just such a small one, hanging here, it's chilly all day long in such a big study."
Tong Xiaole couldn't help but salivate, his eyes were treacherous, and he wished he could take the bell back in his pocket the next moment.
Leng Xifeng looked down at the account book, but did not respond to her.
The study fell into a deathly silence.
Tong Xiaole froze, fearing to disturb Leng Xifeng again, she dared not move again.
"There are some dried mulberries on the tea table. If you like it, you can eat some." Leng Xifeng still buried his head in the books, but his clear voice undoubtedly solved the embarrassing Tong Xiaole.
"Okay ah! Disciple! Master!" Tong Xiaole found out that Leng Xifeng called her disciple, she was so excited, she screamed, and leaned in front of Leng Xifeng, her black grape-like eyes were shining brightly, her small face Some anticipation, excitement and a little nervousness.
"What did Master just say?"
Leng Xifeng's eyes flickered slightly, and the way she held her breath and stared at him so closely made his heart skip a beat.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Tong Xiaole screamed three times, jumping excitedly. After a while, she suddenly calmed down again, and stepped seriously.
She didn't stop to rest until she was too tired.
She took out the small bamboo jar containing mints in her pocket, took out a piece, put it in her mouth, stuffed it back, and took it out again.
"Master, would you like to eat a mint? It's the most refreshing in your mouth in summer."
Her tone was too cautious, and Leng Xifeng swallowed the words she wanted to refuse. Before she knew it, the word "yes" had already been said.
"Really?" Tong Xiaole immediately handed over the small bamboo jar happily, and poured some grains into his hand, watching him put it in his mouth, he was very excited.
"Master, I will bring some mint leaves tomorrow to make you mint tea."
"Yes." Leng Xifeng stopped talking and continued to work.
Tong Xiaole tactfully stopped disturbing him and continued walking.
The study fell into silence again, Tong Xiaole twirled the mints in her mouth, and wandered into space. She had a lot of questions to ask Leng Xifeng, for example, she wanted to confirm again and again whether Leng Xifeng really recognized her as an apprentice? For example, she wants to ask clearly, has she changed a lot and grown up?
I don't know how long it took, but she couldn't help talking again. But instead of asking these questions, he stared at the ice bell by the window and asked enthusiastically, "Master, do you think I can make a floor in this study?"
Leng Xifeng didn't answer her, but he didn't find her annoying either.
She thought he must be busy, so she stopped talking immediately, and after half an hour of squatting honestly, she started to move her hands and feet again.
She walked to the desk and stared at Leng Xifeng for a while, feeling bored, she saw a piece of waste paper beside her, she picked it up, there were two numbers written on the white paper, it might be a mistake , was thrown away.
She thought it was a waste, so she spread out the white paper, took the brush beside it, and started to draw. She likes to draw portraits, and often observes people coming and going in her inn.
So not long after the pen was written, the outline of a character came out.
Just like Leng Xifeng's office.
Tong Xiaole suddenly remembered the nude portrait she had painted, and looked up at Leng Xifeng with a guilty conscience. Seeing that he was still busy, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the waste paper box. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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