Tianxian Lou is the top brand Qinglou in the capital, it is one thing for my mother to have a wide range of connections, and the girl is also a piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and dance with her own characteristics, and all of them are not ordinarily beautiful, and they have already understood it when they first crossed, as a strange Qinglou that must be crossed over, Yurong never dreamed that she would have to come this second time!

The high platform of the hall on the first floor was originally used by the girl to play music and dance to drink tea and eat meat below, and to hug the sons and brothers who hugged left and right.

Tianxian Lou's mother, the matchmaker, suddenly saw the slender girl walking in the center of the crowd, and couldn't help but gasp, this appearance is not half different from Yu Shizi.

"Oh girl, you know what kind of place this Tianxian Building is, the girl from the white family can't come, you better go out quickly." The matchmaker swept the handkerchief and walked towards Yurong, and said in her mouth.

The corners of Yurong's mouth hooked, and said, "You Tianxian Building has such a big posture, you can't stop me?" ”

The matchmaker sighed in her heart, but her face was not half obvious, and she pinched her sweet and greasy voice and said, "Girl, where did you say this?" ”

She really didn't believe that this group of people had given way to let them in, and hundreds of mouths were talking about a "Miss Yurong", this mother didn't know who she was! It seems that he can't get along with himself. She had the patience to spend it, but she didn't have the leisure to finish singing this play with her.

Yurong didn't even look at her. stepped up the steps leisurely, and the matchmaker saw the situation and hurriedly went to pull her sleeves. But she was slapped on her wrist by Linqufeng's quick hand, and said coldly: "You dare to pull anyone!" ”

"Oops!" The matchmaker stomped her feet in annoyance, and stood helplessly in place twisting the veil.

Yurong stepped forward step by step, and there was silence in the huge hall, and everyone just stretched their necks, as if they could hear their heartbeats beating with the frequency of the pink-clothed figure stepping over the steps.

There were only three or five steps, and the last step was taken. The tip of Yurong's finger that stretched out to lift the curtain was already trembling slightly. With so close, how could she not see what was inside?

Previously, the two of them came to the mansion to give her news, and she thought that Rong Yuan might have a hard time; I went to the Tianxian Tower in person. Because of her arrival, the hall of Tianxian Tower was in an uproar, but her heart was surprisingly settled, if it was Rong Yuan, it would be impossible not to react when she heard her name, right? This will be impossible to deny no matter what. The last vestiges of self-deception in my heart have also disappeared.

Yurong closed her eyes. The next second, there was a pair of bright eyes, so fast that people thought she was just blinking. She turned back to Chi Qingyi and said, "Don't follow up." "This thing has been taken off like this, and it must not be seen by others again!

Chi Qingyi and the others didn't have any opinions, knowing that now was not the time to watch the excitement, they replied with a serious face: "Yes!" ”

Yurong diǎn diǎn head, then stepped on the lifter, and his figure flashed into the curtain.

There was a wave of disappointment in everyone's hearts, but they were still staring at it. That's Rong Shizi! Rong Shizi, the first son of Southern Chu! If you can't see the deity, it's good to listen to a voice!

Three beauty couches. The sheen of sandalwood and fine silk is not ordinary.

Yurong squinted, and then looked up to see Rong Yuan.

He was looking down at the fiery beauty in the red dress on the left, and he saw the stunning angular side face. The skin is like clotted fat, delicate and fair, and the best white jade can only compete for one or two, and the most delicate petals in the world have lost their color compared to it.

The slender white fingers casually picked the chin of the woman on the left, and there was no need to look at his expression, and he knew that he must be lazy at the moment.

The white brocade robe he had always worn was draped loosely on his body at the moment, and half of his shoulder was unintentionally exposed on his right side, and his black hair like a waterfall was sprinkled on the delicate collarbone, which really looked like a demonic action, and the innate elegance and noble temperament of this person made people not have a trace of lust for him.

There are three beauties standing on the stage, and two sitting on the couch, cold and clear, bright, fiery, gentle and lively, and you can see that each has its own characteristics. Xin Lizheng stood aside awkwardly to persuade him, and at this time he also realized that the atmosphere was wrong, and when he looked up, it was Yurong who looked at this side with a little amusement with a smile.

Xin Li suddenly shivered: "Miss Yurong"

Yurong smiled sweetly: "Hmm." ”

Xin Li swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stood aside tremblingly, and then looked at his son with a little sympathy, alas, I really don't know why the son died like this today, it's good now!

"Miss Yurong?" Rong Yuan's good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then he turned his head and looked at the girl standing in front of him.

The moment the two met each other, a strange warmth flashed in Rong Yuan's heart, but Yurong let out a "chuckle" in his heart, and immediately affirmed that this was not Rong Yuan!

Those eyes.

Rong Yuan's eyes are like a clear deep pool, like a silent night sky, which makes people see the bottom, but they are willing to indulge in a pair of eyes as bright as the starry sky. And the eyes in front of him, although they still have some charm, but they contain the clarity and ignorance of a child, and it seems that there is some evil arrogance in it, like mist, and it is not clear to see in it.

Yurong Xiu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and soon stepped forward with a calm face, pulled his shirt with his hand, tugged at his sleeve and said, "Go, follow me home." ”

The corners of Rong Yuan's mouth hooked, and he clasped her hand with his backhand to pull his sleeve: "I'll go home with you, will you tease me?" ”

Fog grass, don't put on Rong Yuan's skin and say this kind of flirtatious tone to yourself, okay!

Yurong withdrew his hand from his hand and glared at him: "How do you know if you don't go back with me?" ”

He showed an expression on his hand, glanced up at the corners of his mouth, looked at Yurong with a tangled face, and his eyes were as clear and transparent as a crystal clear stream, just looking at her without blinking.

"I'm sure I've seen this little beauty." After a long time, he showed a childlike happy smile, got up from the beauty couch, clapped his hands and said, "I'll go with you." After speaking, he grabbed Yurong's sleeve very attachmentfully.

Yurong breathed a sigh of relief, now she could be sure that this person was not Rong Yuan. This is the obvious question! But who is this man? Is it also a time-traveler like yourself? It's unlikely! However, where did Rong Yuan go?

Although Yurong was preoccupied, the moment he walked out of the curtain, he still looked at his hand tugging at his sleeve, reached out to hold his hand, and walked out of the curtain together. (To be continued.) )

PS: I feel like I'm going to turn on the cultivation mode... I feel so sorry for my daughter

(I love my college)

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