"You obviously refused to send it before. Luo Qingfei knew that she had fallen into the mouth of the tiger, and she was quite honest, and she was very capable of bluffing.

"Aren't you afraid of the deity?" Qiu Yi asked with a smile at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

"Miss Ben is not afraid of you, what are you afraid of?" Luo Qingfei's back straightened.

Qiuyi rubbed her ear pinna and said, "Don't be afraid of the deity, what are you running?"

"You have imprisoned Miss Ben and made you a slave and a maid, and Miss Ben is not a fool if she does not run. Luo Qingfei was righteous, and his words were scorching.

Qiu Yi smiled and said, "Now, the deity marries you and makes you the princess of the deity, and you won't run away anymore." ”

Luo Qingfei turned around and bared her teeth. "Did you say you would marry? Why did Miss Ben ever promise to marry?"

Qiu Yi stroked the back of her head and leaned forward, letting Luo Qingfei's face stick to her heart. "I'm serious Fei'er, can you marry me?"

Luo Qingfei's cheeks were rare red, she didn't dare to raise her head in Qiu Yi's heart, and said in a buzzing voice: "Then, then I'll think about it seriously." ”

A pair of phoenix eyes like swallow feathers crossed the heart lake in autumn, and the ripples circled a burst of indescribable charm.

Qiuyi took Luo Qingfei to take the lead, and Songyun had to take Mingge to follow far behind.

Min Ge couldn't speak, but she was anxious, she didn't know where the disciple came from and robbed her young lady. Sitting on the back of Songyun's horse, there is no moment of honesty.

This time, she finally broke free and fell to the ground with a "snap".

Luo Qingfei turned around, looked at it, was in a hurry, broke free from the autumn mood, and ran over. "Mingge, are you alright? ”

Min Ge fell from such a high horse, and naturally it hurt.

Standing up, Min Ge endured the pain, silently protected Luo Qingfei behind him, and then shook his head at Luo Qingfei with a smile. Signal, she's fine, not in pain.

How could it be okay, Luo Qingfei was distressed, with a dark face, she turned her head and glared at Qiuyi, and took Min Ge and left.

Horses, let's stop riding!

Qiuyi: "......" he is innocent.

No matter how stupid Songyun is, he can react, the master is being affected by himself?!

Licking his face, Song Yun apologized to Mingge for his current affairs. "You are Miss Luo's maid, are you called Min Ge? My name is Songyun, and I am the long-term follower of King Zhen. ”

Hearing Songyun say this, Min Ge can be regarded as knowing who the masked man in front of him is.

Take a look, well, the posture is upright, the bearing is extraordinary, although the face can't be seen clearly with a mask, but those phoenix eyes have a soul-seducing beauty, when he is a beautiful man, he can barely be regarded as a match for his own miss.

In this way, he restrained his wariness, shrank back, and hid behind Luo Qingfei.

Songyun made persistent efforts, smirked at Mingge, and asked again, "Did you fall in pain, why don't I give you some medicine?"

Did you think about it?

Songyun was glared at by the master and servant!

Qiu Yi covered his face and began to dislike this fool.

Fortunately, it is not far from Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting Villa, and a few people used to walk, but they didn't walk for long.

In front of the villa, there are many people gathered today.

An old man with thick eyebrows and a long beard sat in the crowd.

This person has a white face but a wrinkled face, a gorgeous dress full of patches, and white hair with a sour smell that has not been combed for a long time.

A pot of wine in his arms and a sword at his feet, no one can come close to him.

Obviously, I saw him sitting there, not too close to everyone, but everyone who wanted to get close to him would be pushed away by an invisible force.

The hospitality maid of Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting Villa is a foot away from him, and he wants to persuade him.

"Grandpa, if you want to appreciate calligraphy and painting. One of them said the previous sentence, and the other continued, "Then please come into the villa." ”

"If you want to talk to people. One of them said the last sentence, and the other said the next. "The day of the competition in our Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting Villa is the fifteenth day of the next month. ”

"If you keep sitting here blocking the way. "The two maidservants look exactly the same, speak with a smile, and cooperate tacitly. "That's to make trouble with sincerity. ”

"For those who come to make trouble. The twin sisters were still smiling, but there was anger in their eyes. "Our Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting Villa will not be polite. ”

Luo Qingfei looked at it and smiled with satisfaction: This pair of sisters, in the face of a strong enemy, said something unkind, it is really ...... It's cute!

The old man closed his eyes, shook the wine jug in his arms, smashed his mouth, and turned a deaf ear to the words of the two sisters.

The sister flower was angry, and she was about to step forward and do it.

Min Ge grabbed the two of them in time, revealing a talisman. When the two sisters saw it, they restrained their expressions and bowed their heads and left.

The old man's eyebrows jumped slightly, and a grotesque smile appeared on his face, and the laughter was full of thunder.

Luo Qingfei stepped forward, and also laughed three times with the old man, and said, "I don't know what this old timer wants to do when he blocks the way of this Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting Villa?"

The old man sat down with his eyes closed, still motionless, but swung the sword at his feet with his fingers and wrists.

The sword was unsheathed, and Min Ge was protected in front of Luo Qingfei.

Luo Qingfei shook her head at Mingge, and pointed to Qiuyi, who had been silent and stood next to the play to watch the play. "Don't worry, King Zhen is here. ”

Mingge understood and retreated behind Luo Qingfei.

With Qiuyi's ear power, how could Luo Qingfei's words escape his ears.

Laughter, like a tulip flower all over the mountains.

Qiu Yi likes what Luo Qingfei said, "Don't worry, there is King Zhen." ”

Yes, with him here, he will definitely protect Luo Qingfei's safety.

His Phil, know him, believe in him.

The unsheathed sword is cold and cold.

"Good sword!" the crowd of onlookers immediately let out an exclamation.

The old man uses the sword as the pen, the cold light as the ink, and the strength of the luck, and the stroke of a poem.

"The beautiful color is spread all over the eyes, the green is dark and light, there are green peaks when you are drunk, and you wake up and wash your face. ”

The sword, rolling like a rolling hand. The old man paused, and then continued with a sentence of "I forgot to bring money with the pot".

Luo Qingfei raised her hand and picked up the tumbling sword body, the hilt of the sword was like boiling oil in the palm of her hand, and she almost couldn't hold it.

The wind rose, and a leaf fell on the sword body, but it was like a top Mount Tai. The sword suddenly obediently came down, and it was in Luo Qingfei's hand.

Similarly, with the sword as the pen and the cold light as the ink, Luo Qingfei added another sentence to this poem. "Fu Shi wine comes from it. ”

Shicheng, Luo Qingfei abandoned the sword at the old man's feet, squinted his eyes and invited him with arrogance. "Listen to the old man, your wine pot is empty, but I have stored good wine in Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting Villa, so it should be just right. How about having two drinks with this fate?"

The old man finally opened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him, and he didn't say yes or bad. just laughed and followed Luo Qingfei.

Behind him, there is a group of people who recite poetry.

"The beautiful color is spread all over the eyes, the green is dark and light, there are green peaks when you are drunk, and you wake up and wash your face. I forgot to bring money with the pot, and the poems and wine came by myself. ”

"Good poetry!" a group of people praised each other, still reminiscing.

And Luo Qingfei has led people into the back mountain of Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting Villa.