Chapter 133: The Scoundrel Princess's Daily Slacking Chapter 132: Snowball Fight

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

When Yan Si finally climbed to the edge of the wall with difficulty, he carefully poked his head out, looking around left and right like an alert cat. After confirming that the rear courtyard was empty, he was secretly delighted and hurriedly sped up, using both hands and feet to quickly climb over the wall.

Although the top of the wall was somewhat high for children, for the strong and healthy adult man Yan Si, it was nothing at all.

With a "whoosh," Yan Si leapt down from the top of the wall, his movements light and agile. Since this was merely one of the many courtyards of An Wangfu and not a key defensive area, the wall had not been built very high. After Yan Si landed steadily, he headed toward the front courtyard as if he were a fish in water.

Along the way, he knew the layout of this residence like the back of his hand, after all, he had lived here for over ten years and had been everywhere.

At this moment, several people inside the room were sitting together chatting excitedly, completely unaware of the commotion outside. Those yatou and servants, however, saw Yan Si, but just as they were about to shout, they were frightened by Yan Si's piercing gaze. Facing Yan Si, everyone fell silent, and no one dared to rashly go and spread the news.

Yan Si tiptoed to the door of the house, squatted down, and quickly rolled a large snowball. This snowball was round and big, about the size of his palm. Then, like a mischievous child, he hid quietly by the door, full of anticipation for the coming "prank moment."

Time passed minute by minute, and just as Yan Si was about to lose his patience, a faint sound of footsteps came from far to near. He perked up, gripped the snowball in his hand tightly, and stared fixedly at the slowly opening door.

In the blink of an eye, as soon as the door opened a crack, Yan Si threw the snowball hard without hesitation.

Instantly, a scream of "ah~" echoed throughout the courtyard. The voice was unusually sharp and piercing, as if it could pierce a person's eardrums.

Obviously, this unlucky "victim" who was unfortunately hit was struck squarely by the sudden snowball. Yan Si looked closely and secretly cried out in his heart that it was not good; how did he hit the wrong person! The person before him was actually Yan Shuang'er, and moreover, Yan Shuang'er had not even made a move just now.

Yan Si felt some regret in his heart, but since things had come to this, he did not dodge, but instead hurriedly stepped forward and said with a guilty face: "Shuang'er younger sister, I'm really sorry, big brother I made a momentary mistake, I really didn't mean to hit you. The score between us can be settled later; now I have to handle some other matters first."

After saying this, Yan Si completely ignored Yan Shuang'er's angry gaze, turned around, and strode toward the inner room.

At this moment, the two little ones inside the room were sitting by the brazier warming themselves, and when they suddenly saw Yan Si rush in, they were both stunned.

By the time they came back to their senses, Yan Si had already quickly walked up to them. Only to see him move swiftly and decisively, extending his two big hands, one hand lifting one child, effortlessly picking up Qianqian and Yan Jie like that, and then walking out without looking back.

Seeing this, Yan Shuang'er hurriedly stepped forward to follow closely behind. The group came to a place where the snow was quite deep, the snow almost reaching their calves.

Just then, Yan Si suddenly exerted force with his arm, and with a "whoosh," Qianqian and Yan Jie were thrown out like two cannonballs, plunging straight into the thick snow. The originally flat snow surface instantly caved in, forming two clearly visible human-shaped patterns.

Qianqian and Yan Jie, thrown into the snow, struggled to get up in a sorry state, snowflakes covering their bodies. Qianqian looked up at Yan Jie, and as their gazes met, they understood each other tacitly. Immediately, the two quickly bent down,

grabbed the snow beside them with their hands, and kneaded it into balls haphazardly. Without caring whether the snowballs were round and firm, they impatiently launched an attack on Yan Si. For a moment, snowballs danced and weaved through the air, and just then, Yan Shuang'er hurriedly arrived at the scene, catching sight of Yan Si running toward her side at a glance.

Without the slightest hesitation, she quickly reached out to grab the snow beside her and tightly kneaded it into a snowball. Immediately after, she swung her arm, and the snowball flew out like an arrow leaving the bow, accurately striking Yan Si's face.

Instantly, snowflakes splashed everywhere! This blow seemed to light the fuse of war, and a fierce melee officially kicked off.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, a full half an hour had passed. At this moment, the three people participating in this fierce battle were all exhausted, and even the strength to stand seemed to be almost exhausted, wishing they could collapse on the ground immediately.

Especially Yan Si, he no longer cared about his image, with a "thud," he sat heavily on the cold ground, still muttering in his mouth: "Oh dear, no more fighting, no more fighting! You three ganging up to bully me alone is too unfair! I'm really about to be tired to death..."

Hearing these words, Qianqian also responded while panting: "I can't do it anymore, so tired..." On the other side, Yan Jie and Yan Shuang'er were both gasping for breath, puffing and panting like bellows.

Seeing this scene, the yatou who had been watching the battle from the side hurriedly walked forward. Mantou first carefully patted off the snowflakes stuck to Qianqian's body, then carefully touched Qianqian's gloved hands, discovering that the gloves were actually soaked through.

So, she quickly and gently helped Qianqian take off the wet gloves, and then did the same for Yan Jie, removing his wet gloves. After doing these, Mantou said: "Young masters and misses, let's go to Third Miss's courtyard to rest for a while. Just now this servant has instructed the kitchen to prepare the cold-dispelling soup; it should be ready by now. Everyone drink a bowl, it can warm your body and prevent catching a cold from the chill."

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. After they cleaned the snow off their bodies, they walked together toward Yan Shuang'er's courtyard. After entering the courtyard, several people sat together, stretched out their hands toward the brazier, feeling the warmth brought by the flames, warming their hands while chatting about the exceptionally lively melee just now.