Chapter Eighty-Three: The Mysterious Figure
Looking at Mei Fengmin's eyes again, she was obviously a little flustered, it seemed that she had seen something that she shouldn't have seen.
Yuan Shanjia lifted her sleeves and reached out to take the medicine from Mei Fengmin's hand, she felt her hands tremble a little.
When she touched Mei Fengmin's hand, Mei Fengmin subconsciously shrank.
Yuan Shanjia pretended not to see her reaction and said, "Feng Min, thank you for your hard work." I'll do it myself. ”
Mei Fengmin nodded absentmindedly, "Jiajia, let's quickly wipe the medicine and go back." ”
It was only when she returned to the crowd that she felt a little more at ease. She always felt like the man saw her.
She recalled that she hurriedly went out to get medicine for Jiajia, found a maid who was guarding nearby, asked her to help get it, and then prepared to come back to accompany Jiajia by herself, afraid that she would be afraid alone.
But just as she turned around, she heard a strange sound coming from the corner.
Originally, she wouldn't have been curious, but who knew that she was about to leave, and kicked the stone under her feet, hit the tree next to her, and made a noise.
The place where the strange voice came suddenly shouted, "Who? ”
It's a woman's voice.
Mei Fengmin heard the voice, subconsciously walked a few steps quickly, and hid in the small tree next to her.
The man cried out, and a woman came out.
The woman walked out, slowly, as if she were just walking over there.
She looked left and right, and when she saw that there was no one, she walked back again.
Mei Fengmin faintly saw a man leaning lazily on the rockery through the bushes.
The man said lazily, "At this time, the banquet is about to begin, who will come here?" You're making too much fuss! ”
The woman pouted dissatisfiedly, "I hate it~ Aren't people afraid of ruining your reputation?" You still say that! ”
She said as she hammered the man's chest unwillingly.
The man grinned and grabbed her hands, "Nasty? Then I'll make you hate it even more, okay? ”
As he spoke, he kissed him fiercely.
I don't know if it's an illusion, Mei Fengmin always felt that although the man was kissing the woman, his eyes were staring straight in her direction, and his eyes were full of banter.
She didn't dare to linger any longer, so she carefully withdrew, cleaned herself, and came to the house.
On the way, she happened to meet the maid who came over to deliver medicine, so she took the job, found a reason to send the maid, and came back by herself.
Yuan Shanjia applied a layer of ointment on the outside of the bruises, and then wiped it, and wiped it evenly.
She looked at her masterpiece and thought it was pretty good.
When Mei Fengmin came back to her senses, Yuan Shanjia had already finished.
"Jiajia, have you touched it?" She was a little confused.
Usually when she bumps into it, the maids always have to rub it, which is said to have the bruises inside to prevent hidden dangers.
Jiajia hit it so badly, so soon?
Qing'er came back at this time, "Miss, the slave maid has brought back your clothes." ”
She ran out of breath and had a package in her hand.
"Then I'll go change it." Yuan Shanjia took the package.
"Wait, Miss, have you smeared the medicine?" Qing'er blocked.
She was a little frightened when she thought about such a big bruise on her young lady's body.
What kind of impact can cause such heavy bruises!
"It's okay, I've already painted it, Qing'er, don't worry." Yuan Shanjia waved his hand, help me change my clothes, or. ”
Qing'er thought about it, since the young lady said that it had been wiped, it would be over there. And when I go back, I will definitely have to find another doctor to see, but I can't leave a scar.
She followed behind the screen, shook out her clothes, smoothed them first, and then changed Yuan Shanjia's clothes.
Yuan Shanjia's eyes glanced at the bottom of the bed, and there was no shadow under the bed.
The man is gone.
Yuan Shanjia couldn't tell if it was disappointment or what, anyway, there was always an indescribable mood.
Yuan Shanjia has always changed clothes quickly, so Mei Fengmin didn't wait for a while, and people came out.
"Let's go, Jiajia, the banquet is about to begin." Mei Fengmin took Yuan Shanjia's hand and urged.
She still has some chills, so it's better to leave quickly.
As she walked, she also pretended to look at the scenery and observe the surroundings, afraid of meeting those two people again.
Yuan Shanjia felt a little funny, such an obvious action, you can see it at a glance.
Returning to her seat, Parsley was looking at the pavilion in the middle of the lake with glowing eyes.
The location of the lake pavilion is relatively high, although it does not reach the height of the second floor, but it also exceeds the height of the first floor, and people who are not bad at eyesight, whether it is on the first floor or on the second floor, can see the people inside clearly.
Yuan Shanjia came around from the side, but he didn't see the people in the pavilion clearly.
Yuan Shanjia heard a burst of cheers around him, and couldn't help but have a feeling of being in the Red Mansion.
She couldn't help but secretly wonder in her heart, who arranged this kind of scene, this is like a showman. In the previous life, those ladies were like pork, and they went up to perform and weigh them.
Mei Fengmin had never seen this kind of scene, and when she heard the cheers, she was a little curious, and instantly put the previous things behind her and forgot about them for the time being.
"Jiajia, what's going on?" She asked.
Yuan Shanjia looked at the direction of the Huxin Pavilion and felt that the figure was a little familiar, but he still shook his head, "I don't know, I'm not with you?" ”
Seeing that her young lady was back, Xiangqin said excitedly: "Miss, miss, are you back?" ”
Mei Fengmin comfortably soothed her excitement, "What's wrong?" Why is everyone so excited, who is on it? ”
Yuan Shanjia looked at the familiar figure and felt ominous in his heart.
Sure enough, immediately, Parsley's words confirmed her sense of foreboding.
"It's Yalun, it's Yalun, it's Yalun!" She excitedly repeated it three times in a row.
Mei Fengmin's eyes also widened excitedly, "Is it really Yalun?" Are you sure? ”
Her mind was now full of adoration, and she had completely forgotten her previous absent-mindedness.
She grabbed the guardrail, knelt on it, and leaned forward to see what her idol looked like.
"You can't go wrong!" Xiangqin stared straight at it with starry eyes, eager to engrave everything in her heart, "Miss, it was Princess Qin who went up to say it just now, there will definitely be no mistake!" She's going to perform a new song. ”
Yuan Shanjia's eyes flashed, and he sneered in his heart.
All right! It's already here?
She looked at the veiled figure in the Huxin Pavilion, and many punishments flashed in her heart.
No wonder she felt so familiar? It turned out to be a master!
She gritted her teeth a little.
She was worried here, she only passed on a few words, and did not say anything substantive at all, vague, which made her sleepless.
She's good, enjoying the mountains and rivers? Now you still come to her eyes to hang around, do you want to announce your presence?!
Yuan Shanjia sneered in her heart, but it was undeniable that at the moment when her identity was confirmed, her heart was much more stable.
The master did a good job, and even became a guest of honor.
Yalun and everyone lit the curling green smoke in the Huxin Pavilion, washed their hands in the jade basin next to it, and folded a lotus flower next to the Huxin Pavilion, and inserted the lotus flower on the desk.
I saw her gently flick her white skirt, raise her hands, and sit down leisurely, with a fairy spirit.
Yuan Shanjia's eyes revealed the meaning of closeness, but he couldn't help muttering in his mouth: It's this style again! Hum!
I still remember that she once said: If you want to be more beautiful than a fairy, you have to be plain.
So every time she wants to pretend to be forced, she is always dressed in snow white, and her clothes are fluttering. She has an indifferent smile on her face, which makes people fall for a moment.
In all parts of the cloud country, there are legends of immortal traces.
Small theater
Yuan Shanjia: It seems that the master is doing well.
Aaron: Huh? Have it? ^*(――)*^
Yuan Shanjia: Master, why are you pretending to be * every time I see you?
Aaron: Pretending to be * is a must-do in life. Life is complete only when the pretending hand is good*.
Yuan Shanjia: ......
(To be continued)