The moon is like a hook, the towering city wall is pitch black, occasionally there will be a figure with a little spark walking by, in the dark corner, there is a figure flashing very fast, the cold wind only brought up a corner of her clothes, the sound of the patrol soldiers on the city wall is still continuing, no one knows that there is a person who quietly crossed the high city wall.

Jinxiu is still a men's dress, the dark wide-sleeved kaftan is embroidered with gold silk with cloud patterns, the fox fur of the same color flutters with the cold wind, and the black fur collar on the hood is lined with a brocade like jade The face is more and more exquisite.

There are three thousand black hairs, half high, half scattered, although her face is still a little immature, but the oblique eyebrows and deep eyes make her look very sharp and calm, ordinary people just look at it, they will feel that this person is noble and inviolable.

Now the appearance of the splendid walking on the main road of Surabaya City, leaping down from the city wall without damaging her clothes, through the dim light of the lantern hanging in front of the house, the splendid embroidery towards the place of candlelight in memory.

At this time, even if there is an inn, it is not suitable for her to stay, on the contrary, it is still the kind of chaotic place that is more suitable for her, and there is a lot of news to be obtained to rest. The splendid sneer that the soldier on the city wall listened to was constantly laughing.

It's a good plague spreading outside the city, and I'm afraid that this Surabaya City is not only a problem with the leadership, but even the soldiers who defend the city are weak and overindulgent, what else is there to say.

Not to mention that the rest of the soldiers heard what the young man said, Jile Town even took everyone at the foot of Mangshan Mountain as an outcast, and let the Xiliang people slaughter, only to see the lively taste, not even a trace of pity for the people who died in vain, and the slow Jinxiu, who copied his hand in the wide sleeve, finally couldn't help but let out a sneer.

Some people work hard, some people corrupt, some people regard it as their fate, and some people disdain it, this is all normal, and Jinxiu understands it, just like saying that the child is not a fish and knows the joy of fish! But if the city is rotten from the roots, then there is no need for the city to exist.

can be so indifferent to Jile Town, which is also a compatriot in the Northern Regions and lives next to each other, Jinxiu does not expect them to have a little pity for other people, as a soldier of his country, he does not have the heart to protect the people and guard the territory, what kind of soldier is that, and what qualifications are he to take the food that has infected the blood and tears of the people.

Jinxiu stopped, looked at the place full of candles and ****, a cold light flashed in her eyes, since she came, she wouldn't care, this is the case, and she has to go to see what Wuxian is busy with, I just hope that he doesn't blame himself for interfering with his freedom without permission, Jinxiu took a step, and the expression on his face changed in an instant.

When she appeared in the place where the candles lit on the long street, there were many amazing calls from women, and her splendid face was undoubtedly outstanding, especially after experiencing the infection of Lingxi Spring Water, she was a little more flawless, even if she was wearing indifferent and deep dark clothes, she could not hide the more delicate and noble face set off by black fur.

After a short silence, there was a whispering in the ear, and a group of women who rushed towards the splendid scenery like flowers and butterflies.

Yes, the group of women who were still wearing tulle clothes even in the cold winter were running towards Jinxiu with eager faces, and the momentum, I was afraid that the flower girls who were picking up customers outside the whole street were coming towards Jinxiu.

The sensational momentum, many male guests who saw it were dumbfounded, no match for those wearing cloth clothes, those who were wearing ayara, surrounded by soft voices in the past, could not escape the end of being left out in the cold, standing in the middle of the street awkwardly, it was not easy to come, it was not easy to retreat, and they could only focus on the initiator.

"Childe, Childe, you are really a jade tree in the wind, the slave family just glanced at you, and they can't walk, oops...."This is a woman with convex and backward curls, red lips like blood, and a natural fragrance on her body.

She was wearing a bandeau red dress, the snow-white of the considerable scale on her chest was squeezed out of the deep ditch, and the red veil as thin as cicada's wings wore a stunning and charming one on her.

The waist is tied with a red ribbon, the feet are on blood-red embroidered shoes, the nails are trimmed to just the right length, and the top is dyed red with rose juice, and the hands and feet are very charming.

The woman herself was good-looking, broke through the layers of obstacles in a group of constantly pushing and shoving flower butterflies, stood in front of Jinxiu, and as her delicate body was squeezed by the flower girl behind her, she fell into Jinxiu's arms with a bang.

Jinxiu's hands copied in the wide sleeves were not taken out, but after the flower girl rubbed and rubbed with the extraordinarily proud parts of her body, Jinxiu slowly stretched out her hand to wrap her unbearable waist.

The flower girl in her arms timidly opened her narrow eyes, and when she saw the handsome and noble splendid not like mortals, she was just right full of admiration, and the flower girls beside her pinched the handkerchief and scolded many sentences "Little goblin, fox elf......"

"Is the girl alright?" a clear voice sounded, with a little invisible alienation, and the expression on his face remained unchanged from beginning to end.

Hua Niang was a little disappointed, if it wasn't for the palm on her waist that was hot, she would have to suspect that the person in front of her who didn't feel it was still alive, thinking so in her heart, Hua Niang didn't do anything uninteresting, just wanted to get up, but heard someone in the flower girl group behind her speak

"Red Hime.... Why are you so weak? You always fall and fall, if you collide with a guest, how can you live? Why don't you retreat?" As the woman drank softly, a woman in a pink robe slowly revealed, her bun was high, her chin was raised, if it weren't for the inexhaustible dust, she really looked like a noblewoman.

Jinxiu lowered her head, and saw that the woman in her arms who was called Hongji bit her lip unwillingly, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, but she still carefully lowered her eyelids and called softly, "Sister Powder, Pink Butterfly, I really didn't mean it, there are too many people, Hongji, Hongji..."

Saying this, Hong Ji reluctantly rubbed on Jinxiu's body without a trace, and then withdrew, obviously her body was as gorgeous as fire, but the appearance she admitted her mistake was as innocent as a timid little rabbit.

The person who was called Sister Pink Butterfly ignored Hongji's explanation, she calmly walked in front of Jinxiu from the crowded crowd of flower girls, just looking at this scene, Jinxiu knew that this pretending to be a noble flower girl on this street, the identity must not be simple.

But on the contrary, she really didn't like this person to be so pretentious, and it was not as cute as the talented Hongji, although it was a little more open, and Jinxiu re-copied the Jinxiu wide sleeves, and swept the eyes of the crowd with a flash of interest.

"This son, they didn't collide with you, did they?" Pink Butterfly gave Jinxiu a blessing to Nana, and the surrounding flower girls retreated no matter how reluctant the expressions on their faces were, giving this Pink Butterfly enough space for her to perform.

And at this moment, the largest green building named Furong Fang in front of Jinxiu sounded a crisp gong, "Winter Snow Girl, thirteen years old, is the year of flowers, but I don't know, who is fortunate to be her guest today?"