Quickly wear the white moonlight of crazy batches

Chapter 138 Cultivate a sick and charming hero 9
After stretching.

Ye Nanjin was covered in sweat, and fell to the ground almost paralyzed.

Now, her arms and legs are as soft as noodles, and she has no ability to exert force at all.

Wan Hua sat beside her and patted her shoulder with a suppressed smile: "You look like a maggot."

Wan Hua is very courageous, he is the only one who dares to talk to Ye Nanjin like this.

But the reason why he dared was not because he was bold.

He often wanders among the crowd, and his ability to read people's words is very good. He can tell that Ye Nanjin's personality is different from the one that outsiders say.

Even she doesn't have the airs of a princess at all, nor does she have a cruel aura.

She's more of a casual, powerful, decidedly regal stance.

And this attitude is not afraid of being challenged by others.

No matter how much he joked, Ye Nanjin wouldn't take it seriously, because she was invincible, how could she be attacked by other people's words?

Ye Nanjin propped up his shoulders, and gave him a cold look: "Be careful, I will punish you."

Wan Hua laughed, held her arm with one hand, and helped her up: "Yes, yes, I was wrong, okay? But your appearance just now is really no better than a maggot."

Ye Nanjin was pulled up, and sat limply on the chair: "Following this trend, when the state banquet started, I might not even learn the basics of dancing."

Just stretching the tendons has already wasted too much of her time, and in the afternoon she has to practice sword, arrow, fighting and so on.

With such a complete schedule, she has no way to train the dance quickly.

Wan Hua sat beside her, the morning sun reflected gently on his body, making him look very dazzling in the red robe.

He smiled gently, and looked at her without leaving her eyes for a moment: "You have worked very hard. Learning to dance is not something that can be accomplished overnight. When I was three years old, my parents sent me to Hualou. From the very beginning, I had to learn women’s lifestyles, dance, tone of voice and etiquette, but after learning today, 23 years later, I still can’t live without the nature of a man.”

Wanhua is obviously not having a good time.

It is conceivable that he has suffered so much to make it this far, not to mention that he wants to serve that group of people.

Ye Nanjin glanced at him sideways: "So you mean, even if I study for another 23 years, it's enough to really learn how to dance?"

Wan Hua couldn't help laughing, put her hands on her shoulders with a smile, and leaned against her: "You know it clearly, what I meant by that sentence was just to show off, and I want to hear you coaxing me."

He suddenly told his life experience, the purpose of course is to hope that she can understand him a little bit.

Feeling his snuggle, Ye Nanjin casually asked, "You're dressed so thickly, aren't you hot?"

He was wearing a red robe, covered with tulle, and had long hair draped over his shoulders. Although his temples were braided back, exposing the corner of his jaw, he still looked very hot.

Wan Hua leaned on her shoulder, and said softly, "I'm afraid that if I dress too cool, you will notice me, and then I won't be able to go out."

Most of his clothes are revealing.

He was really worried that if he was too revealing, she would take him into the palace as a male favorite.

Ye Nanjin smiled, "But is it better to be my male favorite than to be an oiran outside?"

She squeezed the back of his neck, "I'm asking you seriously, do you want to leave Hualou, I can buy you, and then you can do whatever you want, and it's okay for me to raise you."

(End of this chapter)