Liu Xianghan felt bitter in her heart, why didn't she want to simply decide like her sister said? But the fetters of the family and the intricate relationship of interests made her unable to let go of her hands and feet, and she did not dare to do so.

Liu Lianyi looked at her with pity on her face, took her weak body into her arms, and said with pity: "Sister, I am really distressed by your sister like this, do you really want that marriage that exists in name only, exhausting your last bit of youth?" ”

"Maybe this is a woman's fate, right?" Liu Xianghan said sadly, the tears that he had been holding back finally fell like a pearl with a broken thread, and people were also shrouded in the sadness that came from the breaking of the embankment.

Liu Lianyi was also immersed in grief and indignation that went straight to the bottom of her heart, and after all, she didn't hold back, hugged Liu Xianghan and the two, and cried, crying and secretly swearing in her heart that if she met the negative person one day, she would definitely not let him go, and she would definitely stand up for her sister.

What woman's fate? It shouldn't be that way, and it won't be!

Suddenly, her eyes rolled and she had a plan.

Mo Tingge said that he had been sick for a long time and became a doctor, so why not ask him to see if there was a place to cure the poison on his sister's body?

Once you've decided on it, you can do it.

In the early morning of the second day, after seeing off her sister Liu Xianghan, Liu Lianyi changed into a cyan men's brocade robe and went out lightly.

The whole peach blossom water pavilion, shrouded by a layer of mist, more and more freehand leisurely, willow ripples jumped up, tiptoe lightly touched the sparkling water lake, like a dragonfly dotting the water, treading the water, clear without a trace.

The willow ripples fell from the peripheral corridor, a green coat fluttering, like a leaf falling from the sky, a green silk was bound by a green hairband, no fat powder, not decorated with Zhu Hai, fresh and elegant like a new willow in spring, but more charming and eye-catching than any thick and colorful picture, surrounded by a dense mist, beautiful like smoke like a willow.

"You're here?" An elegant male voice suddenly sounded, faintly condensing the willow ripples, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a smile as warm as the sun floated.

Liu Lianyi walked in, only to see a bamboo case on the railing, with various tea sets on it, and the fragrance of tea lingered, slowly burrowing into the tip of the nose.

"What's a good tea?" Liu Lianyi smiled and picked up a cup of tea, sat on the ground unceremoniously, looked up, and saw that he was also dressed in a cyan gold silk soft robe, as if he had discussed with her, and his handsome and unparalleled face was set off more and more elegantly, like a fairy, his long hair was scattered among them, not tied or tied, his deep eyes, the eyebrows that flew obliquely into the sideburns, the tall nose, the thin lips that were lightly pursed, and the faint streamer on his handsome face flickered, really like a person who walked down from the painting.

"Snow Mountain Silverquill, you have a lot of good tea here, but you don't have good water to lining, after all, something is missing!" Mo Tiange raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were clear, making his whole face open and graceful.

"Good water is easy to do, when I get it someday, I'll make you tea!" Liu Lianyi's slender and plain white fingers gently pinched the green jade teacup in his hand, and said with a smile, this kind of first-class good water is only afraid of spiritual water with the effect of promotion, if it is used to make a pot of tea, the effect is wonderful.

The corners of Mo Tingge's lips pursed the arc of a smile, his whole handsome and peerless face seemed to be flowing with a faint brilliance, and his posture was elegant, "You can't just drink my cup of tea here, right?" ”