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Without getting close, she stopped.
His grandma's bear, she knows this figure! Isn't this the monstrous Leng Xifeng of Lengyue Villa?
Under the shade of the tree, Leng Xifeng was dressed in white, her hair was tied up with a black jade crown, and she was elegant and elegant, unmatched by anyone.
Tong Xiaole was stunned for a moment, then turned around suddenly, and ran away.
She escaped for no reason, which surprised Leng Xifeng. A brown-yellow cat squatted docilely at his feet, making a "cuckoo" sound from its throat.
Leng Xifeng frowned, and chuckled lightly.
Tong Xiaole locked herself in the room, buried her head in the quilt, and shrank like an ostrich.
She fled back in such a hurry! It was only after she came back that she realized what a shameful behavior this was. She even forgot to tell Leng Xifeng not to tell anything about her getting stuck in the tree.
ah! Card tree!
Thinking of this matter again, she immediately buried herself deeply in the quilt again, clenched her hands into fists and beat the quilt like a sandbag.
As for why she behaved so almost awkwardly, she herself did not understand.
It's just that at that time, standing under the silk tree, facing the smiling Leng Xifeng. In the depths of her heart, four characters appeared faintly: "Be ashamed of yourself".
She got up, combed her makeup in front of the mirror, and didn't stop until the messy hair was tied up smoothly and meticulously.
After staring at the mirror for a while, feeling something was wrong, she rummaged through the box to find a folding fan, and fanned it pretentiously.
Although she didn't have that elegant demeanor, her awesome face added a lot of points to her.
Tong Xiaole shook it a few times and felt that it was boring, so he felt awkward.
She threw the fan away, unfolded the drawing board, spread rice paper, and began to draw.
After a while, on the snow-white rice paper, a silk tree with fiery red flowers appeared on the paper. Under the tree, a person could be vaguely seen, holding a white jade fan, with a jade-like expression, who looked almost like Leng Xifeng.
"Boy, do you want to go on a cruise tonight?" There was a knock on the door, it was Wei Yuyang, a little friend who had played since childhood.
Tong Xiaole was shocked when he heard this, and quickly agreed: "Go! Of course! Yunu, call me when you leave!"
Jin Tong Yu Nu was what the adults used to call them when they were young. Tong Xiaole thought it was fun, so he kept calling Wei Yu Yang Yu Nu, which made him sick to the core.
While talking, she kneaded the painting she just drew into a ball, trying to find a flint and burn it, destroying the body and destroying the traces.
But I couldn't find it for a while, so I had to put it in my pocket, planning to throw it in the kitchen stove and burn it later.
Opening the door, Wei Yuyang was still outside, leaning against the door and looking at her calmly.
Seeing her come out, he stretched out his hand to rub her docilely combed hair.
"What are you doing in the boudoir in broad daylight?"
Tong Xiaole knocked off his hand unceremoniously, raised his foot and kicked his knee: "Don't treat me like you did to girls, just pretend. Sister, I am happy to stay in the room during the day, you can control it Is it?"
Tong Xiaole was born an hour earlier than Wei Yuyang, and has always regarded himself as an older sister.
When Wei Yuyang was short, she was used to bullying him.
Unexpectedly, when he was over fifteen years old, he suddenly seemed to be pulled up by the neck by someone, and he was more than a head taller than her.
"Are you hiding someone behind your brother's back?" Wei Yuyang passed her with a playful smile, and looked into the room, "Dogs can't spit out ivory." Tong Xiaole stomped on him hard. Embroidered ink black pine pattern, it is not cheap at first glance, it is a joy to step on!
Sure enough, Wei Yuyang bent down distressedly and wiped the ashes with a handkerchief.
"This is the ink brocade I bought from Wu Xuguo, and I invited the best embroiderers to sew it."
Seeing Wei Yuyang's distress, Tong Xiaole's depressed heart suddenly opened up, and he returned to the state of being full of energy before.
"Jade girl, why do so many girls like you so cowardly?"
Wei Yuyang actually looks pretty good, tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. A pair of slender eyes are still seductive, and when he smiles, he can't see his brows, but he is pretty good-looking anyway.
But in Tong Xiaole's eyes, no matter what, he, Wei Yuyang, is cowardly, and is just a mess.
Wei Yuyang sat on the threshold, straightened his legs, and handed the pair of dirty shoes to her eyes.
"What's wrong with brother, jealous? How can you pay for brother's shoes!"
He wiped the blue-colored upper of the shoe like this, and there was a hole in it. Tong Xiaole glanced at it and rolled his eyes.
"You haveLet's go! "
Wei Yuyang showed his white teeth, stretched his legs and swung the shoe.
"It doesn't matter whether you are sick or not, you owe brother a pair of shoes, you have to do him a favor and return the favor."
Hearing this, Tong Xiaole kicked his lake blue robe that was dragging on the ground again, leaving a black shoe print.
"Tell me, which girl are you looking for this time?"
Wei Yuyang didn't mind the trampled robes anymore, and stood up with a playful smile: "The flowers in Qingjun Courtyard are full."
At night, Qingzhou City is the busiest side of Zhuque Bridge. Rich merchants will take the girls from Xinghua Street out for a cruise with gorgeous painted boats.
Every time it is Youshi, there are lights and festoons on both sides of the Xianghe River, and there are all kinds of colored lights floating on the water.
Dozens of painted boats wandered on the Fragrant River. The boats were gorgeously decorated and hung with red lights. The sound of silk and bamboo in the boats, singing and dancing continued, and it was very lively.
"The Golden Immortals of the Fragrant River are approaching the painting boat, and the red lights are falling into the microwave at a thousand points" is to describe the grand occasion by the Zhuque Bridge.
Among the many painting boats, there is one that is particularly quiet. It has been quietly waiting on the shore, and people passing by can occasionally hear a few voices coming from inside.
"Boy, did Hua Yingying really agree to come?" Wei Yuyang stretched his neck and looked around the boat.
"It's cooked." Tong Xiaole leaned against the back of the chair, swinging her legs leisurely on the edge of the boat. She is acquainted with the matchmaker, the old bustard of Qingjun Courtyard. If the matchmaker goes to invite her, she should be able to invite her no matter what.
Her bright eyes wandered around the various painting boats, and finally settled on a particularly elegantly furnished double-decker painting boat.
Her face sank and her feet stopped shaking.
"Boat, go to the center of the river." Tong Xiaole suddenly ordered the boatman on the boat.
"Wait no more?" Wei Yuyang leaned over and sat on the recliner next to her, while Tong Xiaole stared at the double-decker painting boat.
"Boy, have you taken a fancy to Leng Xifeng?" Wei Yuyang looked surprised, and his face was magnified in front of Tong Xiaole's eyes, as if he didn't want to be beaten.
Hearing this, Tong Xiaole held his face in both hands, and twisted in the direction of the boat.
"Show me clearly, there is the Hua Yingying you've been waiting for sitting on it!" Isn't Hua Yingying in a crimson tulle dress playing the piano and singing on the boat.
"Which one?" Wei Yuyang was stunned, he just followed Tong Xiaole's line of sight and saw only Leng Xifeng, and no one else saw it. (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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