Chapter 263: First Meeting, Xue Xu (3)
The sunlight penetrated sparsely through the bamboo curtains, and the floor tiles reflected the thin curtain shadows.
I sat in front of the dressing table, combing my hair for a while, and from time to time I looked back at him lazily leaning on the couch.
His black clouds were scattered and drooping, and he only tied a dark brocade ribbon at the ends of his hair, and a plain fan in his hand slowly unfolded, wafting out a gentle cool breeze.
I stared at his leisurely shadow in the bronze mirror with a smile, "Senior brother, do you think Rong Er's hairpin, this jasper water hairpin, is it better, or is it better to shake the golden wings?" β
He got up and walked over slowly, his eyes were full of endless tenderness, "Hibiscus sleeps lightly and combs her makeup, and she is more delicate and delicate with her green lotus." He picked up the crystal clear jasper hairpin on the dressing table and gently compared it to my hair.
Under the window of Xiaoxuan, the two are in love, and the mirror is red makeup, alas, it has been a long time since there has been such a good day of leisure! I have to thank Xue Xu this time!
"Two, two......" Outside the door, the old witch's trembling voice was very inappropriate, "The prince is waiting for the two of you in the front hall......"
I smiled at the mirror: "Senior brother, it seems that Xue Xu can't allow the two of us to be idle!" β
His thin lips were slightly curved, and he raised an unfathomable smile: "I haven't seen Xue Xu for a long time, but this time I want to tell him about my parting feelings......
The bronze mirror is engraved with a double lotus that is entwined and entangled, which is an unsolvable affection, and the two people in the mirror look at each other and smile, knowing each other.
γLady Show Comingγ
Xue Xu, the king of Dingnan, such as his traitorous father, has a virtuous name, the hall of the palace is simple and low-key, I swept around, the most valuable is a pair of blue and white porcelain vases on the case.
"I haven't seen you for many years, is His Royal Highness King Qin okay?" The white-robed young man sat upright on the main seat with a gloomy wooden cane in his hand, and his deep voice contained a hint of leisurely laziness.
Oh, this is Xue Xu, who wants to accept me as a little wife? Looks ...... Well, he does look three points similar to Senior Brother Xiaobai, and even his taste in clothes is almost the same, but ah, it's a pity, last night, Senior Brother Xiaobai came in black clothes at night, otherwise, the two beautiful men in white robes will indeed kill people!
"This king is naturally fine, otherwise how can he compete with Brother Xu Wang?" Senior Brother Xiaobai smiled shallowly, and Yi Yiran slowly stretched the plain fan.
His words were quite provocative, but Xue Xu was unremitting, his cane "dong dong" tapped the floor tiles twice, and said with a smile: "This king is disabled, where is he still the opponent of His Royal Highness King Qin?" I have to ask His Royal Highness King Qin to show mercy to spare the lives of King Ben's family! β
Senior Brother Xiaobai looked straight into Xue Xu's eyes, and replaced his shallow smile with a cold and ruthless face: "I'm afraid that this king can't do what Brother Xu wants, and this king is here to take the head of Brother Xu!" β
Xue Xu's hand holding the teacup shook almost imperceptibly, and a drop of tea quietly fell on the corner of his plain white robe, "King Qin...... His Royal Highness King Qin has grown up! β
"Shibei three days, should be impressed, Brother Xu Wang thinks that this king is still the soft-hearted child who only broke one of your legs and gave up?" Senior Brother Xiaobai's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly picked up a few teacups and threw them straight at Xue Xu, "Xue Xu!" β
Xue Xu, who was on the main seat, immediately turned pale, "You ......"
"Pop", the tea cup crashed into the pillar behind Xue Xu, and the snow-white broken porcelain exploded in an instant, falling to the ground like snow in winter.
"Bold!" Hearing the sound, a group of sword-wielding samurai poured into the hall.