When he was young, Tu Shanling had just been sent to Qingjingtai and was so detained that he was very unaccustomed to it. He tried every means to have some fun for himself.

There are no large beasts on Zhushan, but there are many birds. Whenever she sees them, she always approaches her hands and feet, and then she whispers behind her. The birds are often frightened and sometimes they are too panicked and fall off the tree.

Song Qian would reach out to catch the stiff bird, and then teach a lesson in a stern manner, "A Ling, don't be naughty."

The birds were much scared, and they heard by word of mouth that there was a bully on Zhushan Mountain or their natural enemy, so they informed each other of Tushanling's whereabouts. Later, Tushanling was still five miles away, and the birds in the forest had already flew away, and even the chicks were taken away by the bird's parents and their wings.

Tu Shanling had no time to play, so she turned her eyes to Song Qian who was responsible for taking her.

The little kids of the Qingqiu Fox Clan had come into contact with rouge and water powder very early. When Tu Shanling went up the mountain, she secretly brought two sets. They were prepared for themselves and were ready to use them when they were disguised and mixed up. She had not found a chance to go down the mountain, but because she was too bored, she used them on Song Qian.

Song Qian reads books.

He is a very self-disciplined person. He has not finished his homework and cannot move easily.

Tushanling can provide it with confidence.

She walked behind Song Qian, broke off Song Qian's hair, shook the red head rope in her hand, tied them one by one to Song Qian's head, and tied nine braids three horizontal and three vertical lines above Song Qian's head.

She had a long time of fun at the sky braid, and felt that it was not enough. She walked around to the front and first added a thick layer of powder to Song Qian, drew a line of eyebrows, and then added a plum blossom makeup. She took a step back and took a look, then put the yellow flowers on Song Qian's cheeks.

When the servants in Qingjingtai were passing by the basin, they saw Song Qian's appearance and were so scared that the bucket fell all over the floor.

It happened that Song Qian had finished his homework that day. He picked up Tu Shanling's makeup mirror and took it, sighed and said, "Aling, stop making trouble."

After the Taishang Daozu learned about this, the amount of homework assigned to Tushanling every day tripled, hoping to consume Tushanling's excess energy in this way.

Tu Shanling has never pounded a large egg since then. It’s not because she is not energetic and has no time anymore. She has to do her homework until the third day of the day, and she can only fall asleep after falling down.

However, this did not stop her from harassing Song Qian. Who made Song Qian the person who arranged the guidance of the Supreme Taoist Ancestor? The two of them spent the most time together every day!

Song Qian has a good academic degree, but it may be because he has been studying in a good environment since he was a child and cannot stand any noise when reading books. As long as there is a sound, he can't keep watching.

Tu Shanling held the book and recited it, and asked, "A Qian, what are we eating today?"

Song Qian pressed his finger on the place he had just read, "It was written outside the kitchen hall."

Tu Shanling blinked and smiled and said, "What is that?"

Song Qian glanced at the place where his fingers were pressing, "Roasted pork ribs, snow beans, stewed pork trotters, cold and kohlrabi, stir-fried lettuce."

Tu Shanling pouted, "I don't like lettuce."

Song Qian put down the book and taught a lesson with regret: "Children cannot be picky about food."

Tu Shanling nodded.

Song Qian picked up the book, where did he see just now?

He sighed and started from scratch.

After a quiet moment, Tu Shanling asked again: "A Qian, will you gain weight if you eat too much meat?"

Song Qianshou froze and looked at Tu Shanling like an old man, "I'm growing up, not afraid of being fat."

Looking back, he forgot where he saw it again.

After three or four times, Song Qian finally said with a headache: "A Ling, be quiet."

After a month, Song Qian's problem of reading in a quiet environment was completely cured, and even if he was reading in a downtown city, he would not be affected at all.

"Aling, don't be naughty", "Aling, don't make trouble", "Aling, be quiet" is the most frequently said to Tu Shanling.

When she heard it, Tu Shanling just wanted to be more naughty and noisy, but now she sounds particularly friendly.

Long time no see, Song Zimu.

Tu Shanling had not moved for a long time, and Song Qian took his hand back naturally.

He said in a gentle tone: "Let's go."

Tu Shanling: "Where to go?"

She actually heard Song Qian clearly and knew that he asked her to go home, but she just couldn't help but tease him.

Song Qian: "Go home."

Tu Shanling nodded, turned around and left.

Song Qian raised his hand to stop her, "Here."

Tu Shanling looked at Song Qian's back with her head tilted, and she always felt that he was strange. He blamed him for recognizing her, who had changed his skin at first sight, and the "home" in his mouth. Tu Shanling's home is in Qingqiu, and Song Ningyin's home is in Xicheng, but he naturally determined that her home is in Dongcheng.

Before she could figure out what was going on, Song Qian stopped, stood under the bridge, and looked at her from afar.

You can't keep up.

This is the sorrow of the croaker.

If you are not as skilled as others, you cannot resist.

She brushed the bare willow bar and walked down.

Song Qian: "Go ahead, don't jump."

A sentence sealed Tu Shanling's soul that was about to jump, and her feet that were almost off the ground.

Song Qian: "It's raining, the ground slips."

Tu Shanling completely gave up the idea of ​​jumping down the stone bridge. She glanced at the moss of different thicknesses. On rainy days, this thing was not ordinary slippery. She didn't expect that after eighteen years, she would fall her butt in front of Song Qian for the first time. That would be too embarrassing.

After Tu Shanling walked to her side, Song Qian continued to walk towards the inner city.

"Why!"

After all, I haven't seen each other for many years, and the unfamiliarity between the two has not disappeared so quickly. The two more intimate names, "A Qian" and "Zi Mu", cannot be called out for the time being.

Song Qian looked back, looked at her seriously, and waited patiently for the following text.

Tu Shanling cleared his throat and raised his hand and pointed, "We have to deal with these."

Song Chuan knelt on the ground, his hands clenched into fists, and his veins swelled up, screaming in his heart, "Song Ningyin, you are the evil devil who kills Qiandao."

Song Qian was surprised and opened his eyes slightly, "You"

He stopped in time and looked at Song Chuan, and his eyes became a little more unkind.

Song Chuan's heart was filled with tears, and his face was not much better. His eyes were like two spring eyes, and he kept crying, "Jun Chongguang, you can't just listen to Song Ningyin's slander. You said that you should write the confession first."

Tu Shanling said it was a pity.

Song Zimu said that he would not change his mind if he said he would depend on Chen Qing before dealing with it.

Song Qian immediately understood that the eldest son of the Song Li family who was committing murder in the street was the culprit of the bullying classmate, and he was even more displeased.

He said lightly: "Submit before the hour of Hai." He turned around and waved to the inner city guards, "Immediately expel the other family generals."

Who else is "be careful"?

Now in the Immortal Sect, except for the Shen family, which is used to being arrogant and domineering, no one dares to indulge the generals to act violently in Nanye.

Song Chuan was shaking like a sieve, and the generals of his family were expelled, which was equivalent to being slapped in the face. Even if his mother could spare him, her father could not avoid him.

However, Song Qian didn't even give Song Chuan a look and took Tu Shanling to the inner city.

Song Chuan suffered another loss. Tu Shanling could feel that the main pet contract suppressed her much less, which means that she had completed her mission well.

Gugugugu

A voice that was not very harmonious sounded.

Tu Shanling widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at her belly, unable to move or speak.

Belly, it can speak?

She was born with a spirit body, and she was born into a giant monster. She could fast for a short time. She had never encountered such a stomach clamor, and she didn't know how to "shut up" her stomach.

Song Qian smiled slightly, "Hungry? Come with me."
Chapter completed!