Before she could finish speaking, a coquettish voice came from afar, "Lord!"

Changting frowned, Hua Muhan was not in the valley for a while, so she hid from Huazhu for a while. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info A few times, she saw the purple clothes from a distance in the Sword Pavilion, and she avoided them in time, but today......

Catching a glimpse of the person approaching, Chang Ting turned around and bent down to hug the clay pot.

Hua Muhan's slender fingers took a step ahead of her and carried the clay pot in her arms, "You take the red plum well." ”

Chang Ting nodded, and wordlessly reached out and pulled the piece of bamboo in his hand.

The thick fragrance of fat powder overshadowed the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, and Hua Muhan's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Hua Zhu smiled coquettishly, ignored Chang Ting, who was fetching snow, and went straight to Hua Muhan's side, "I heard the disciple of the Sword Pavilion say that you are back, I ran to the flower garden, but I heard the servant say that you are here." ”

Seeing Chang Ting struggling to tiptoe, Hua Muhan pressed the flower branch even lower, and smiled indifferently, "I asked Sun Quan to prepare some gifts for your mother, and the dust and smoke will be sent over later." ”

"Where is it necessary for people to send it, I will go to the flower garden with the lord to get it in a while. Hua Zhu took the opportunity to lean closer to him again, and his voice and demeanor became twisted, "I haven't seen you in the autumn, has the Lord seen any changes in others?"

Chang Ting secretly pursed his lips, and looked at how this indifferent and arrogant big man could parry her cousin, who was so clingy.

"Changting. ”

Chang Ting's eyebrows jumped, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, wouldn't he be ready to use himself as a shield? Isn't this to pull hatred for himself!

"Hmm. She held her composure and answered, still working on her hands.

After a while, I folded a sprig of white plum and brought it back. ”

"Hmm. She didn't dare to answer one more word, nor did she dare to answer too loudly, not wanting to attract too much attention from Hua Zhu.

However, Hua Zhu has long been extremely disliked by her existence that should not exist.

When the purple clothes moved lightly, Chang Ting was stunned, and the bamboo piece in his hand had been taken away.

"The lord asked you to fold the white plum, don't go quickly!" Hua Zhu raised his eyebrows, completely ignoring that Hua Muhan's expression behind him had sunk, "I will fetch snow for you, and after folding the white plum, I will go back to the room to boil some hot water, I am a little thirsty." ”

Smart people don't fight with villains, Changting hugged the red plum and walked towards the white plum tree, she couldn't wait to stay away from this cousin.

Her hands tightened, surrounded by warm palms, and she looked sideways at the man with cold eyebrows.

"Are you hungry?" the voice was still cold, and there was not the slightest ripple in the deep pair of ancient wells.

She nodded stupidly, and then turned her eyes to look at Hua Zhu, who had a stunned face.

"Move back to the flower garden and live. ”

After Hua Muhan finished speaking, he didn't wait for Changting to answer, holding the clay pot in one hand and holding her in the other, and walked outside the Junzi Garden.

In the snow of Hongmeirui, Hua Zhu held the piece of bamboo, looking at the two people who were tall and short, holding hands with white brocade clothes and leaving, and there was a trance in front of him.

That kind of match, intimacy, it's really like ...... Lover!

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Holding hands and strolling in the snow, Changting hugged the bouquet of red plums, with a silly look on his face.

Hua Muhan smiled at the corner of her lips, "You like snow so much?"

Changting mischievously strung the footprints into a straight line, and replied without thinking: "Because the day I was born, it was snowing heavily." ”

Hua Muhan looked sideways slightly, his expression was as indifferent as usual, "How do you know that you were born on a snowy day?"

Chang Ting's heart was shocked, and his body froze.

Hua Muhan felt the little hand trembling in his palm, he glanced at the big boy who was looking down at the ground, led her to continue walking, and his tone was not shocked, "After you go back, seal the clay pot and bury it under the pear tree." ”

Chang Ting didn't dare to look at him with a weak heart, and his always clear eyes were full of helplessness.

The two of them didn't say anything all the way, and in the vast world, only the sound of falling snow remained.

Hua Muhan felt that there was wet sweat in the palms of that little hand......

When he arrived at the flower garden, he let go, naturally took the bouquet of red plums in Changting's hand, and then handed her the clay pot, and walked straight to the room.

Changting stood in the snow, holding the jar and timidly opening his mouth at the back, "You ......"

Hua Muhan's feet paused slightly, and he glanced at the big boy behind him with the corner of his eye.

"Are you...... Angry?" Chang Ting tilted his head worriedly, staring at the side of his face.

Hua Muhan frowned slightly, and said lightly, "Go and bury the jar." ”

Chang Ting watched the lonely figure enter the room all the time, and then walked towards the kitchen with the clay pot in his arms.

She sealed the mouth of the clay pot tightly, then went to find a pear tree and dug a pit under it.

She was very upset, in addition to being afraid of revealing her stuffing, she felt even more ashamed of deceiving people. Ever since she came to Sanssouci Valley, she had been able to hold out for so long because she had always been sheltered under the wings of their master and servant.

They have nothing to say about their own goodness, but they secretly use them, which can be said to be revenge.

He is so deep, what he thinks in his heart, even if he wants to break his head, he can't guess......

Suddenly, a snowball flew and landed in the half-dug pit of the soil that Changting had dug half, and she didn't need to look at it to know who it was, so she didn't even lift her eyelids.

"Huh?" Dust and Smoke was originally walking leisurely this way, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to her, squatted down, reached out and grabbed the long sword, "Qingshuang!"

Chang Ting was in a hurry, and in order to grab the sword, he sat on the snow with his ass, and yelled at him viciously, "This is mine!

Chenyan clutched the sword tightly, and asked in disbelief, "Did the master give it to you?"

Chang Ting simply held the sword firmly in his arms, and nodded solemnly, "Of course! Heaven and earth testify, and the sun and the moon are the witnesses! If there is a sentence that is not true, let Sanssouci Valley have no rain for three years!"

"How can this be!" Dust and smoke were struck, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble with excitement, "This is too eccentric, isn't it! This 'Qingshuang' and his soft sword 'Xuanbing' are both rare treasures, and they are hard to change! I've been staring at them for ten years!"

"Uh......" Chang Ting was slightly stunned, his eyes slowly became complicated, and he whispered, "Such a precious ......"

The guilt in her heart was even more overflowing.

He was so good to himself, he lied to him and used him......

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For a whole day, Chenyan's eyes were full of jealous flames, and the dense eye knife swished. And when he looked at Hua Muhan, he was full of resentment, and he stopped talking about it.

Changting has been avoiding Hua Muhan, and when she had to meet for lunch and dinner, she didn't say a word and only knew to bury her head in eating, and didn't even look at him.