"It's me who is stupid. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ning Pingyan smiled apologetically, and her tone was gentle, "I just thought that the disciple who had completed the previous trial had woken up, and this little boy ......"

"Hmm......" Qinghe, who seemed to have no bones all over his body, thought about it, got up from the wooden chair, and walked towards the wooden collapse, but when he took a closer look, he saw Xiao Tong's pale but faintly black cheeks, and his face immediately sank slightly, "No, this little doll is not in the right state at this time!

……

On the hollow carved phoenix pattern gold and silver wire bronze mirror, the appearance of a girl in 128 years is reflected on it, the skin is like ice and snow, and the dark eyes are like a little starlight, which makes people not be forced to look.

However, the girl had a hint of sorrow between her eyebrows, looked at the person in the mirror, and raised her hand a little dazedly to caress her face. For a while, some long-ago fragments skimmed through my mind, as if I had smeared a layer of thick fog, and I couldn't see it really, as if I had appeared in a dream, and it seemed like I had never seen it.

Why are you confused again?

She sighed.

However, he still couldn't help but move, facing the mirror, tilting his head slightly, and making a silent smile, with bright teeth and starry eyes, a little white and red lips, and a slight vortex of pear cheeks.

Clever smile, beautiful eyes.

It looks a little less fairy than before, and a little more cute and cute.

"Miss. Not far away, Green Sprout reminded bitterly, "This is no better than Licheng, as a noble girl in Beijing, you have to do it without looking back and smiling without showing your teeth." ”

Seeing the girl purse her lips, she looked at her and returned to her indifference. Lu Ya shook her head helplessly, stepped forward, picked up the horn comb on the side, and gently groomed her while persuading in a soft voice.

"The master was transferred back to Beijing, and this time he is not familiar with the place. Miss is now in a marriage contract that has not yet been decided, and the daughters of everyone in the capital have never been familiar with it, and the current Hundred Flowers Banquet is imminent, and we still need to pay attention to this word and deed on weekdays. ”

Liluo didn't speak, just seemed to be absentmindedly playing with the rouge box on the dresser.

Engagement?

She had an unbreathable boredom in her heart.

At the age of sixteen, how can you make a marriage contract?

Liluo couldn't help but look up at the half-open red lacquered wooden window behind the dresser, where a peach blossom had already stretched out beautifully.

The bamboo shakes the shadow and covers the window, and the birds are noisy at two times and the sunset.

It's obviously a beautiful scenery, but she always feels that she has seen more than this.

The sky is high and the earth is high, and the universe is infinite.

The size of this world is not limited to just one house and one tile, and one house and one fall?

Just like her, every time she looks at herself in the mirror, she feels like she is looking at a familiar stranger.

Delicate and gentle, down-to-earth and generous, this is the world's requirements for women, and now she is exactly like this.

But she felt that at such an age, it seemed as if she should laugh and cry wantonly, with the sharpness of a newborn calf, and the fearlessness of not being willing to determine the so-called fate.

It felt familiar, as if I had done it myself. However, every night when she turned to the side and couldn't sleep, she almost greedily captured this wanton feeling, and when she wanted more, she suddenly despaired, firmly suppressing her, making her breathless, and only feeling full of pathos in her heart.

"Miss. Lu Ya put down the comb, looked at the girl in the mirror, and smiled with satisfaction, "Let's go to the main hall, Madame has been waiting for a long time, saying that she wants to discuss with you the dress for the day of the Hundred Flowers Banquet." ”

"Hmm. Liluo was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and got up, and responded with no expression on his face.

Hits?

But it's just a boudoir woman who only knows how to sing poems and paint, embroider and pour tea, even if she doesn't accept her fate, what can she do?

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On the outskirts of the city, at the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

The stream is bubbling and the catkins are flying.

The grass on the side is neatly planned, and the path paved with stones picked up from the river looks very interesting, and the wooden fence at the corner divides the flower beds into an orderly manner.

Not far away, under the shelves made of pothos vines, there are several small stone tables, on which are placed some delicate food and small bamboo cups full of fruit wine. On weekdays in Kyoto, the ladies and wives of the families who live in the backyard and are diligent housekeepers gather together at this time, talking and laughing, and the slight drunkenness brought by the fruit wine makes the cheeks slightly red.

"Mrs. Li, is this your girl?" asked a woman who looked a little plump, pointing to Liluo, who was surrounded by several girls of the same age.

"Yes, it's the little girl. Mrs. Li smiled reservedly, looked at Liluo, and nodded slightly.

"I've seen Madame. "Drop your fingers together, put them on your waist, bend your legs and bend over to make a blessing.

"Hey, come on, I'll take a look. The woman's face was amiable, and she looked back at Mrs. Li and said, "Sure enough, she is also a naturally beautiful and beautiful little beauty, just like her mother." ”

Madame laughed. Mrs. Li smiled.

"Mother, Sister Luoluo is amazing. A little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old ran out of Liluo on the ground, took the woman's hand, and pouted coquettishly.

"Oh, Miss Ping, tell me, what's so good about Miss Li?" Probably acquainted, the other ladies at the stone table looked at her like this, and couldn't help but interject and ask.

"We were by the stream just now, whether it was writing poetry or painting, Sister Luoluo was first-class!" The little girl waved her hand, very sure, that delicate appearance made everyone laugh. And at this moment, the previous ladies of the family also came forward lively, smiled and nodded in agreement, and talked carefully, for a while, they were no different from the limelight.

Looking at the gazes that fell on her from time to time, and then looking at the vivid smiles on the faces of those women, Liluo faintly felt a little disobedient. It was as if everyone had agreed to compose a poem together by the stream, and she was still meditating, while the girls of the same age were writing expressionlessly, as if the poem had already been memorized in her chest.

It's obviously a topic to be selected by lot, how can it be so fast?

She didn't think much about it, and then, everyone began to evaluate, and they all looked about the same level, humbled each other, and finally made her the leader.

There are so many royal families in Kyoto, all of them are illustrious people. The annual Hundred Flowers Banquet held for the ladies of the boudoir and the daughters of official families would have been a place for countless outstanding daughters to compete for excellence in her guess. But at the end of today, I don't know if it's her delusion, as if these people are all escorts, but she is the protagonist of this banquet.

Thinking of this, Liluo frowned slightly and raised his eyes, only to find that the eyes of these people were all appreciation?

It's not that she's presumptuous, but she thinks that her own piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her boudoir skills have not yet reached such an admiration for the ladies of Kyoto, who are accustomed to seeing the world.

Looking at the vines under the frame, everyone was full of praise for her, and they felt a little ridiculous in their hearts and wanted to say thank you, but they found that there was no chance for her to interject at all. So she quietly tugged at the corner of her mother's clothes, and Mrs. Li was talking happily with the ladies beside her, as if she had not noticed her movements at all.

She sighed helplessly, simply bowed to the side, and turned to leave. didn't notice that the laughter behind her continued, but everyone who didn't seem to notice her just now was staring at her back at this time.