Although she felt the angry blood still swell on her face, there was some nameless consciousness in her heart that caused her to think. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She felt that what this person said made sense after all, and it sounded like common sense.

No, she's never seen a factory, and she doesn't know anyone who has ever seen a factory.

Yet, in spite of this fact, he was not a man of paramount propriety to make such a statement, let alone at a gathering where everyone was glad.

Daydreaming?mindless frowned and stepped forward, followed by mindless.

Of course, the Brainless Twin Brothers were polite, even though they were really provoked.

Nor did they want to make a fuss at a big picnic, and so did the ladies, who were excited and merry, for it was rare to see such a quarrel.

They usually only hear about this from a setter.

"Sir," Daydream said angrily, "what do you mean by that?"

Zhou Bo looked at him with polite and slightly mocking eyes.

"I mean," he replied,

"Like a war demon -- you've probably heard his name, haven't you?—like a war demon once said, -- God is on the side of the strongest army!—"

Then he turned to Huang Quan, and said in a polite and sincere manner:

"You promised to show me your library, sir.

May I go and see it now? I'm afraid I'll have to go back to the Garden of Light in the early afternoon, where there's a little matter to do. “

He turned to face the crowd again, clicked and disturbed his heels, and bowed like a dancer, a bow that seemed appropriate to a man of his magnificence, and at the same time quite reckless, as if he had been whipped head-on.

Then he and Huang Quan, masquerade crossed the meadow, their glow-in-the-dark head held high, and the uncomfortable laughter of the way drifted back into the crowd around the table.

The crowd was silent for a few moments, as if startled, before another buzz erupted.

Rourou in the gazebo rose from her seat wearily and walked towards the angry daydream.

Clumsy couldn't hear what she said, but there was a conscience condemnation in her eyes as she looked up at her daydreaming face.

It is this kind of vision that shows that he belongs to the other party to look at Mengjiao, but he doesn't realize it in his daydream.

So, Rourou really loves him.

Ben Ben then remembered that if she hadn't flirted with Daydream as openly as she did at that political speech last year, maybe he would have been married to Rourou.

But this guilt soon faded with another reassuring thought—that if a girl couldn't keep her man, she wasn't to blame!

Daydream finally bowed her head and smiled at Rourou, but it was not reluctant, and nodded again.

Rourou may have begged him just now not to make trouble with Mr. Zhou Bo.

At this time, the guests stood up, shaking off the crumbs from the placket, and there was a pleasant commotion under the spirit tree.

The ladies were calling the nanny and the children, gathering them together to take their leave, while groups of girls departed, chatting and laughing all the way into the house, to the upstairs bedrooms to gossip, and to take the opportunity to take a nap.

Except for the mindless lady, all the ladies and ladies went out of the backyard and gave up the spirit tree and the pavilion to the man.

Mrs. Mindless was left overnight by Payne, Mr. Saliva, and others involved, asking her to give a clear answer to the question of selling to the barracks unicorns.

Mengjiao strolled over to where the clumsy and angry bag were sitting, with a contemplative and happy smile on her face.

"This guy is too arrogant, isn't he?" he said, looking at Zhou Bo's back.

"His spirit is like a man of the altar!"

Stupid hurriedly thought about it, but he couldn't think of a family with such a surname in this Linglu Blessed Land, or Fengyun Valley, or Lingquan Heart.

"Is he their family? I don't know about it. Who are they?"

There was a strange look on the face of the angry bag, a kind of doubt and shame that was fiercely fighting against love.

But once he understood that as a girl, it was enough for her to be lovely, gentle, and beautiful, and that there was no need for a good education to contain her charm.

At this time, love prevailed in his inner struggle, so he quickly replied: "The altar family is from Xianchi." ”

"Now, it's a foreigner," Stupid looked a little disappointed.

She gave Meng Jiao the most beautiful smile, but for some reason he didn't pay attention to her at this time. He was looking at the puff bag, a look of understanding and pity on his face.

Clumsy stood at the top of the stairs, leaning against the railing and watching the hall below. There was no one in the hall anymore.

From the upstairs bedroom, there was a whisper of a loofah, which rose and fell, interspersed with bursts of shrill laughter and short sentences such as "Well, you didn't, really!" and "So what did he say?"

On the beds and couches in the large bedroom between the doorways, the girls were resting, and they took off their clothes, untied their corsets, and their hair was scattered on their backs.

Naturing is a northern habit, especially essential in the kind of all-day gatherings that begin early in the morning and end in the evening.

For the first half an hour the girls were always chatting and laughing, and then the servants came in and closed the blinds, and the conversation gradually changed to whispering in the warm half-light and half-darkness, and finally fell silent, except for the soft, regular breathing.

Clumsy was sure that the weak had already gone to bed with Sisi and Ruofeng, and had no mind to go to bed and lay down, so he slipped into the hall upstairs and set off to go downstairs.

She saw the group of men sitting in the gazebo with goblets drinking fairy dew through a window at the corner of the staircase, and knew that they would sit until late in the afternoon.

Her eyes searched the crowd, but Mengjiao was not inside.

So she listened intently and heard his voice.

It turned out that just as she had hoped, he was still in front of the car in front of him to bid farewell to many of his departing wives and children.

She was so excited that her heart jumped to her throat, and she ran downstairs as fast as she could.

But what if she ran into Mr. Kamen, and how did she explain why she was still wandering around the house while the other girls were napping in the bugs?

Well, it's a risk to take anyway.

As she ran downstairs, she heard the servants working in the dining room, directed by the chief cook, mainly to bring out the tables and chairs in preparation for the evening's ball.

The door to the library across the hall was open, and she slipped in.

She could wait there until Mengjiao came into the house after sending the guest away, and she called him to stop.

The library was half-lit and half-dark, and the curtains were lowered to block the sunlight.

The gloomy house with towering walls was stuffed with glow-in-the-dark books, which made her feel depressed.

If she had to choose a place to go on a date like the one she has now, she would never have chosen this room.

Having too many books can only give her a sense of oppression, just as those who like to read a lot of books give her.

That is to say - all those people, except Mengjiao.

In the half-light and half-darkness, the bulky furniture stood there, high-backed chairs with deep seats and wide armrests for tall masked men, and soft velvet low chairs with velvet knee pads in front for the girls.

In front of the fire at the end of the long room was a seven-legged couch, Mengjiao's favorite seat, and it fell asleep like a giant beast with its bulging back.

She closed the door, leaving only a crack, and tried to calm herself down, letting her heart beat soften.

She had to plan the night before and go through the words she said to Mengjiao from the beginning, but she couldn't remember them at all.

Was it something she had imagined that she had forgotten now, or was she just going to listen to Mengjiao?

She couldn't remember clearly, so she suddenly shuddered and was terrified.

As long as her heartbeat stops for a moment and stops bombarding her ears, she might still be able to come up with something to say. But her rapid heartbeat quickened, for she had heard him say his last goodbye and enter the antechamber.

The only thing she could remember was that she loved him—all about him, from his tall golden head to his long, glow-in-the-dark unicorn boots.

Love his laughter, even if it's bewildering. Love his contemplation, even though it is elusive.

Now, as long as he walked in and took her in his arms, she wouldn't have to say anything.

He must have loved her.

"Perhaps, I'll pray—"

She closed her eyes tightly and muttered "Merciful Virgin Mary."

"Stupid! why," Mengjiao's voice suddenly burst through the roar of her ears, leaving her in an awkward situation.

He stood in the hall, watching her through the hidden doorway, a suspicious smile on his face.

"Who are you avoiding - is it a puffed bag or a mindless brother?" she choked up.

Looks like he's noticed so many men gathering around her!

He stood there, his eyes sparkling, as if he didn't realize how indescribably lovely she was so excited!

She didn't speak, but stretched out a hand to pull him into the house.

He went in and thought it was strange and funny.

She was nervous, her eyes shining with a light he had never seen before, and even in the gloom he could see the lily flush on her face.

He automatically closed the door behind him and pulled her hand over.

"What's going on?" he said, almost in a whisper.

As soon as she touched his hand, she began to tremble.

It's going to happen just as she dreamed.

There were many, many incoherent thoughts in her mind, but she couldn't grasp any of them, so she couldn't make up a single sentence.

She could only shudder and look up at his face. Why didn't he speak?

"What's going on?" he repeated, "to tell me a secret?"

She was suddenly able to speak, and her mother's teachings to her in the past few years had just so abruptly disappeared, and the bluntness of her father's Phantom Realm bloodline came out of her mouth.

"Yes - a secret. I love you. ”

Suddenly, there was a heavy silence, as if none of them were breathing anymore.

Then her shiver faded away, and joy and pride welled up in her breast.

Why hadn't she done it earlier? It's so much easier than all the tricks people have taught her to douvenir!

So her eyes searched for him.

There was a look of embarrassment in his eyes, it was suspicion and something else—something else?

By the way, Payne had that expression on the day his cherished unicorn hunter broke his leg and had to kill the unicorn with a gun.

But it's stupid.

Why did she think about it now?

So, why does Mengjiao seem so weird and don't say a word?

At this time, it was as if a good mask had been put over his face, and he smiled earnestly.

"Isn't it enough that you've won the hearts of all the other men here today?" he said in his usual playful and cordial tone.

"You want to be unanimous? Well, you've won my affection, you know. You've been like that since you were a kid. “

Something seems wrong - not at all!

This is not the situation she envisioned. All sorts of thoughts were spinning and racing in her head, and one of them was finally starting to take shape.

Somehow—for some reason—Mengjiao seemed to think she was just flirting with him. But he knew it wasn't.

She thought he must know.

"Mengjiao-Mengjiao-tell me-you must-na, don't be kidding!

Have I won your heart?

He hurriedly covered her mouth with his hand.

The mask is gone.

"You can't say that, stupid! That's not what you meant.

You're going to hate yourself for saying that, and you're going to hate me for listening to it!"

She twisted her head away.

A hot torrent flowed through her body.

"I tell you I love you and I will never hate you.

I also know you must be interested in me, because—"

She paused. She'd never seen anyone with such pain on their faces.

"Mengjiao, did you mean to—you have, didn't you?"

"Yes," he said gloomily. "I mean to. “

She was surprised, even if he said he hated it, she wouldn't be so surprised she tugged at his sleeve and was speechless.

"Stupid," he said at last, "can't we walk away from each other and forget that we said these things?"

"No," she whispered.

"I can't. What do you mean by that? Don't you want to---don't marry me?"

He replied, "I'm about to marry the weak." “

Somehow, she found herself sitting in a low velvet chair while Mengjiao sat on the knee pad at her feet, holding her hands tightly in her own.

He's talking—saying things that don't make sense. Her mind was completely blank, and the thoughts that were surging just now were gone.

At the same time, what he said was like rain on the glass, leaving no impression.

The words of urgency, tenderness, and compassion, the words that a father would say to a wounded child, fell on the ears that were inaudible.

Only the voice of the name Weak brought her back to consciousness, and she stared at his crystalline purple eyes.

She saw in it the sense of distantness that often bewildered her—and a look of self-hatred. (To be continued.) )