Half a month later, in Qingyuan, the original grapevines were burned by the fire, and the fragrant cotton was made into a cucumber rack in the yard, and now the small courtyard is green.

There are countless cucumber shreds on it, and small yellow flowers hang down on the top of the head, but it is a different kind of pastoral style.

Under the green shade is Elder Yushuang and Elder Seven are sitting there drinking leisurely, a delicate girl is pouring them wine, and a bright girl is holding a big pu fan to fan them, so comfortable.

And the poor Xiangmian was wearing thick clothes, standing in the small courtyard to practice martial arts, his head was the heat of the sun, and the sweat was like rain, and the ground was soaked.

If she continues to roast like this, she will emit white smoke, and around her, there are also eight copper mirrors to reflect the light on her body, and eight times the thermal mirrors are concentrated together, and everyone is going to burn.

But she was carrying two buckets of copper in both hands, walking on a horse, standing there in a half-squat, with a calm appearance on the surface, and cursed Elder Yushuang and Seventh Elder in her heart.

"Two elders, can you let him rest for a while, you see that the young master's clothes are about to catch fire" Mu Lang on the side, put down the wine jug, and helped the old man pinch his shoulders and said.

The Seventh Elder said with no further concern: "Tell him to take off his clothes, he won't take them off if he is killed, anyway, the heat is his own business now, so you can leave him alone." ”

Mu Lang was so angry that he stomped his feet, and An Zhi said to the two elders coquettishly: "The young master has been practicing from morning to afternoon, please ask the two elders to let him rest for a while!"

The Seventh Elder smiled and replied, "I didn't ask him to practice so hard, he had to insist on it, and besides, you just persuaded him yourself, he didn't listen to the old man's words." ”

An Zhi responded depressedly: "Then he won't listen to my words." ”

The Seventh Elder grabbed the pear next to him and bit it, then said with a smile: "Song Heng, this stinky boy, doesn't need the little girls to worry about, don't you think he has practiced very well?"

An Zhi and Mu Lang stood on the same position for the first time, put down the work in their hands, and felt sorry for the young master there.

After a while, the young man who was sunburned in the sun, his clothes really burned, he screamed in pain, his face was particularly ugly, and he didn't know whether the skin was tanned or burned under the white cloth.

An Zhi and Mu Lang screamed, and Elder Yu Shuang, the cold qi in his hand flew over, and the fire was completely extinguished.

"Young master, don't practice anymore, you'll die," Mu Lang said in fear.

"Why don't you tell him not to get dressed, it's going to burn" The Seventh Elder laughed as the pear pit almost fell into his throat.

The clothes burned out, the small fire was extinguished, and Xiangmian covered her red cherry with one hand and her small radish with the other, and her face was blushing for a while.

And her skin also fell off like cracks, and the tiny cracks were like broken porcelain in the Song Dynasty, densely falling off from her face to her neck, shoulders, arms and other places.

"Put away the mirror and take a medicinal bath," Elder Yu Shuang ordered after eating a bunch of bananas under the cucumber vine trellis.

The smell of medicine was billowing in the small room not far away, and a few small servants carried a bucket of water and a bucket of Chinese herbs into it, sweating profusely.

Xiangmian jumped with the girl's shyness and went straight to the room, and then the whole person flew into the medicated bath bucket.

"Whew... Multiply... Zi" was another hot and cold alternating sound, and the Ying Xiangmian in the bucket once again let out a miserable wail.

"Young Master Song Heng!" An Zhi exclaimed, Mu Lang burst into tears, they didn't dare to imagine what kind of pain the usual smiling person was going to suffer at this moment.

The Seventh Elder took away the large plate of fruits, as well as the fine wine, which was also offered to Elder Yu Shuang to drink, and then said indifferently: "Now that he suffers a little more, and he will have some happiness in the future, don't go in and disturb his cultivation, and when it gets dark, people will come out safe and sound." ”

Then the Seventh Elder boasted to Elder Yu Shuang as he walked: "This kid is a genius, and he is still a genius who can endure hardships. ”

Elder Yu Shuang also touched his beard and nodded with a smile.

The sound of cicadas at night, as well as the croaking of frogs in the fields, Ying Xiangmian woke up in pain and crawled out of the bucket.

Then looking at the disgusting medicinal bath, I really regretted that I didn't go to the market today to buy some snacks to eat, but when I was lying at home, I met Elder Yu Shuang who came to personally guide martial arts.

After a long time, she lay on the bed and regretted it, and then looked at the floor-to-ceiling dressing mirror next to the bed, and her face actually fell off piece by piece, which scared her a lot.

Then he hurriedly walked to the mirror, took a serious look at himself inside, and by the way, he also lit an oil lamp for himself, and turned on the light to see his handsome face.

Sure enough, after her face miraculously fell off, her whole face, like a boiled egg, peeled off the shell, and the inside was so delicate, white, and smooth to the point of flawless beauty.

"It's... How can this skin become so good-looking, I'm so handsome, I'm going to be handsome to death by myself!" Ying Xiangmian held the oil lamp, looked at herself in the bronze mirror and exclaimed breathlessly.

She didn't believe that the mask she had applied for so many years was useless, and today she practiced a peeling martial art, which made her skin rise to the limit, and she really wanted to go out and use the moonlight to shine on the well water to have a good look at her prosperous beauty.

"Young master, are you okay?" After An Zhi opened the door, when he saw Xiangmian stunned in the mirror, he exclaimed and said.

Then he hurriedly rushed towards the person next to the floor dressing mirror, and slapped him on the back seriously.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I'm really fine, it's just the first time I saw such a handsome person, and I suddenly couldn't control myself," Ying Xiangmian then touched his face in the bronze mirror and said.

If An Zhi is not there, she wants to kiss herself in the mirror several times, and then from now on, she doesn't want any handsome guys, no beautiful men, she can embark on the road of self-defeating happiness.

An Zhi looked at the fragrant cotton that was in a daze again, punched it hard, and then said with great concern: "Young master, are you practicing like this?" ”

Ying Xiangmian said indifferently: "I know if you want to pinch it, young master, my face now, it is soft and smooth, so tenacious!"

After An Zhi heard a young man's shameless invitation, he couldn't help but blush and blush on the spot, and was about to turn his face away, reaching out and pinching it well, when a crooked idea came to his heart.

Then she ran away, leaving Ying Xiangmian in front of the mirror with a confused face, she thought narcissistically in her heart: "Could it be that I ran away from Shuai, it turned out that she was too handsome, and she could run away from Shuai." ”