The autumn wind is a donkey. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In less than a stick of incense, the carriage had arrived in front of the Xiao Mansion. Although their group had good horses and mellow horses, they were submerged in clusters of canopies and golden jade saddles. Shen Zhiheng got out of the car first, only to feel that the pipe was full of sky, and the lights were burning.

Who knows, as soon as he took out the dark red card from his arms, a waiter who called himself Bai Zhen hurriedly trotted a few steps to meet him, followed by a few rough handymen.

"Doctor Meng! Mr. Meng! I've been waiting for you for a long time! Our son-in-law has instructed that Si Gongzi's friends must not be neglected. Follow me inside! Woohoo! Such a large camphor wood box, it's really hard for you. You guys, help bring it in! ”

was instructed in the car, and the current identity of the pavilion master is the junior brother of the Great Yu Holy Hand Si Ruyan.

The surname is Meng, and the words are flat.

Therefore, several people were not in a hurry and looked calm. Especially Shen Zhiheng, while saying the official words of "disturbing your mansion", he bowed to each other with the people around him who were also congratulating his birthday.

There is no rudeness in the upright Geng Jie. The grasp of proportion and identity is extremely exquisite.

It's like a noble and self-controlled medical officer.

Xie Huan secretly admired in his heart.

The group followed Bai Zhen, and it could be seen that he deliberately suppressed his pace, but he was still quite fast under his feet, and the soles of his feet were windy. Apparently a martial arts practitioner.

Each had something to do, and the four of them followed unhurriedly, passing through a water pavilion flower corridor, and the smiling little maids were dressed in goose yellow armor, holding all kinds of brocade plates in their hands.

Occasionally, you can see one or two musicians holding the luodian flower sandalwood pipa, and the lotus-colored Luo skirts are all swaying with the lake breeze. Sure enough, it's everyone's pie.

“...... I just want to pluck the strings, pass on the grievances, turn the tune, write the sorrows, and slowly play the Tianbao relics ......"

Familiar sound, leisurely water mill cavity.

Xie Huan was shocked in his heart - the owner of this singing voice is Xiao Ci's sister, Ye Fei!

Away from the prestige, I can only vaguely see the figure of the person on the stage. Xie Huan resisted the urge to speed up his pace, turned his face and glanced at the look on Ye Ci's face.

"The spring is sultry, the love of flowers is like a fan, and the willow smoke is in a show...... Everywhere you go, you can't tell Zimo Hongchen ......"

Ye Ci half-hung his face, a shadow cast by the glass lamp under his eyelashes, and his face moved expressionlessly with their footsteps, as if he didn't hear it.

Xie Huan felt a little admiration in his heart, and he also calmed down, paying attention to the scenery and travel route around him.

“...... The sound of neon clothes in the sky is heard by pedestrians outside the wall. The syllables are clear, and the palace is ...... Half-walled waning moon shakes the shadow of the flower......"

The white beak led them to their seats, then quietly turned around and retreated, standing behind the curtain and staring at the "Palace of Eternal Life" on the stage.

In the past, when I was in Songyu Temple, I would catch up with the festival every time I went down the mountain.

For the people in the temple, this is certainly a good time to turn their fortunes into good fortune, but the crowd is full of voices, and she has never been able to watch Ye Fei's demeanor so closely.

All the poems that I have read that describe beautiful women suddenly come to mind like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

What a beautiful posture, alone in the world to show the group.

Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the water hall is fragrant.

Thick and sweet, fragrant and unsweet. Tenderness and flattery in words.

......

At this moment, she actually felt that Li Baiqiao's evaluation of her "not growing" was right.

“...... Pingzhang ...... Cousin? ”

Stabilizing his mind, Xie Huan called tentatively.

Shen Zhiheng looked back at her, he was originally a person who knew the meaning of the strings and songs, and pointed to his collar with his finger.

"Leaning on the shoulders and walking down the stairs hand in hand. A bright river is a temple cross...... Luo Yi suddenly felt that the night was cold...... Only Ying, whispering to you, swearing to ......"

His ears were full of lyrics, and Xie Huan was a little puzzled for a while.

His right hand unconsciously rested under his neckline, where hung a lapis lazuli engraved with the word "Joe".

Thinking of the connection between Ye Ci and the Immortal Pavilion, she understood that what she meant by holding balance was to wait until the break and let her use this as a evidence, maybe she could see Ye Fei's true face.

"What are you going to do with her?!" Ye Ci noticed her and Shen Zhiheng's movements, and his tone was not good.

Xie Huan choked up, he didn't expect that at such a young age, he could have such the ability to observe words and feelings.

In fact, she wanted to see Ye Fei, mostly because she was Xiao Ci's sister.

The Ye family was displaced, and she wanted to know whether Ye Fei's commitment to this was willingly or unavoidable.

And looking at Shen Chiheng's attitude towards Ye Ci, it is estimated that it has nothing to do with this wonderful Miss Ye.

She tried to tease him half-jokingly, "That...... The son wants to raise but the parent does not wait for ......"

Ye Cizhan smiled, "Do you know what the last sentence was?" ”

"The trees want to be quiet and the wind doesn't stop?"

Turning his face suddenly, Ye Ci said coldly, "I am this Jingshu now, Xie Huan, you tell me, which style are you smoking?" ”

After that, I didn't wait for her to answer. Turn your face away and put the fruit and pastries on the plate back in order.

Xie Huan was a little embarrassed, she actually didn't care what others thought, she was afraid that Xiao Ci would lose her temper.

He is not as coaxing as ordinary children, he always has to work hard, and he has to be remembered all the time, maybe he will be turned out one day.

The closest to her was a bowl of cane syrup ice cream in a lotus leaf bowl, and under the gauze lamp, bright red and snow white were poured together, braving the slightest cold.

didn't dare to continue to add fuel to the fire, Xie Huan unconsciously took a sip of the small spoon in his hand.

Sweet and creamy mouthfeel.

With a soft snort of satisfaction, Xie Huan leaned back, raised his face and spread his eyebrows, and looked at the other side.

Sitting opposite her was Xiao Yixian, who was half crooked and half leaning on and slightly tired.

He looked at her for a moment, smiled and showed his little tiger teeth, tilted his head slightly, stretched out his hand from under the collus-patterned Hangzhou silk jacket he was wearing, and shook the pomegranate knife in his hand at her innocently.

Subconsciously swallow the ice cream in your mouth.

A chill of the autumn wind ran down her esophagus and ran through her whole body.

Perhaps because of his old illness, he did not sit with the relatives of the Xiao family who sat up, but only next to Xiao Suyu at the end.

On the other side, there was a cloth boy in a gray robe and bamboo pattern, and his subordinates were constantly wiping the already clean ash ash case.

He is different from Xiao Yixian, although Xiao Yixian's body is shrouded in a layer of sickness that cannot be dissipated, she can still feel the self-confidence and profundity in his bones.

This person is diametrically opposed, the whole person feels very gentle, like a piece of green jade, but not like Shen Zhiheng, who is indifferent and calm.

He always has a clean and stubborn temperament.

She has beautiful eyebrows and short shoulder-length hair.

The Holy Hand of Dayu. Si Ruhui.

Xie Huan felt a little ironic.

The world recognizes her by her hair, but isn't she the same?

It can be seen that if you empathize with everything, you will find it much easier to understand.

She was watching them, and Xiao Yixian was also watching her.

He felt that this little girl who had not yet reached the end of the year was indeed interesting, and he was obviously frightened, but he still had to work hard to keep his face unchanged, as if he was defining himself as a hero in troubled times.

I heard that she grew up in a temple.

dyed black hair, it can only make her less conspicuous, but she can't get rid of the cold heart and cold lung diaphragm.

Xiao Yixian secretly sighed in his heart, at a young age, he was like the queen mother who had been widowed in the palace for half her life.

Si Ruhui's gaze was not as sharp as his, faint, and then it was cast like a glimmer of light.

Skimmed Ye Ci, swept over Xie Huan, and ignored Li Baiqiao.

Diluted Wen Ran's eyebrows and eyes suddenly became extremely shocked!

He stood up suddenly, and his fingers under the sleeves of his gray robe were trembling!

His eyes locked on Shen Zhiheng's face.

“...... Brother Pingzhang!! ”