Some women, whether they look at their figure or their appearance, are destined to have no chance with atmospheric and elegant clothes for the rest of their lives. For example, Chen Xueqin, who walked the route of the royal sister and a mature woman, belongs to the master of how to dress and how to respond to people.

There are also some women whose qualifications are not strong enough to be amazing, but under the cultivation of the day after tomorrow, they are enough to support the clothes with a strong aura, such as Liu Wen. Maybe her facial features are not as delicate and delicate as the eldest lady of the Han family. But the victory is enough temperament and enough flavor.

The above two types account for ninety percent of women, and the remaining ten percent are not in this category because God is lazy and dozing off, allowing a few demons of the calamity level to slip down the world and scourge the red dust.

Elizabeth falls into this category.

She is so beautiful that she is a little out of the norm, and her temperament is mysterious and elegant so that male animals cannot produce even the slightest blasphemy.

In the eyes of most people, beautiful clothes are tricky and provocative, and some people look good in the same clothes, and some people wear them in a turtle and rough.

Elizabeth's level of iniquity belongs to the former. No matter what kind of clothes she wears, this goddess can wear flowers. Some women are chosen by their clothes, but she can choose clothes unscrupulously. Even if she is allowed to wear a migrant uniform, she can wear a flavor.

Perhaps planning to visit Sijiu City, Elizabeth did not wear much orthodox dress. The plump and delicate body is wrapped in a light gray dress with a bit of OL flavor, and a pair of black leather shoes about five centimeters under his feet. Her arms hooked a designer bag, and her light red hair curled slightly under her simple grooming, draped lightly over her shoulders.

In just five minutes, this goddess, who is envied and hated by women all over the world, has turned into a capable and chic working woman. There is also a bit of the taste of the female president of the listed group.

Lin Ze glanced at Elizabeth standing in front of him a few times without a trace, and sighed in his heart. This woman is really a demon, a great demon.

She is no less tall than Liu Wen, who stands out from the crowd of women, but compared with Liu Wen's face that is only feminine and not stunning at all, she is much more impeccable. It's hard to describe her somewhat blurry face. Perhaps it is the relationship between the deep palace compound for a long time, and this woman always exudes a mysterious and intriguing aura on her body. It's not scary, but it's also awe-inspiring.

Her good figure is as tall as a woman in northern China, but she does not lose the grace and gentleness of a southern woman, and she really responds to the sentence "Jingzhu does not move and condenses the eyebrows, and the lead is innocent".

After a few breaths and breaths, Lin Ze broke free from the alternative dress of the goddess in front of him. He complimented, "Madam, have you ever worn such clothes before?" ”

"For the first time." Elizabeth chuckled.

Just this smile dispelled her capable female president's vigorous and resolute aura.

"If you go to filming, I'll be a brain-dead fan for you." Lin Ze said a little frivolously.

"Mr. Lin." Elizabeth took two steps forward, and said. "Don't mention the environment I'm in, just pull a character with a little money and power out, do you dare to say that his acting skills are not first-class?"

"That's right." Lin Ze smiled dumbly and quipped. "Without that superb acting skills, I really can't go against the current and do things against the sky."

"Where are we going first?"

"Is the Forbidden City successful?" Lin Ze asked.

"Okay."

The Forbidden City is located in the center of Yanjing, formerly known as the Forbidden City. It is the world's largest and most complete existing wooden structure and ancient building complex, surrounded by city walls and one gate on each side. Due south is the noon gate. The usual line of those historical Qing court dramas on TV, 'Launching the Noon Gate and Asking for Chopping' is this noon gate.

Perhaps still a little worried about being recognized, Elizabeth put on a black supersheath to prevent being recognized, and on the other hand, to hide the slightly dazzling afternoon sun.

The two traveled all the way, and Lin Ze, who is half of Yanjing, explained the customs and some alternative anecdotes of the Forbidden City.

Elizabeth was certainly not interested in the too orthodox news, and probably knew some about it. So Lin Ze picked out some appalling interesting facts and said.

"Ma'am, have you noticed that many of the courtyards are cordoned off?" Lin Ze asked with a serious face.

"Attention. What's going on? Is it in disrepair? Elizabeth said.

"It's not." Lin Ze shook his head and said in that slightly terrifying tone. "I heard some old people say that these courtyards were not sealed before the liberation. At that time, some strange and strange things often happened in these courtyards. Many people have lost their lives as a result, and even their bodies cannot be found. And those who can find the corpses will also find that the skin on their faces has been torn off. ”

"What's even more cautious is that the wells in these courtyards have no water during the day, only stones. But at night, there are not only stones, but also well water, weeds, and when people look at the wells, they see not their own reflections, but someone else's! ”

Elizabeth's expression changed slightly, even though there were many tourists nearby, and it was a blue sky and a sunny day, she still felt a little creepy. The back is chilly.

"Of course, most of these are hearsay, and as for the authenticity, it remains to be examined." Lin Ze patted his mouth, and his addiction to smoking came up, but considering that the Forbidden City was a first-class fire prevention unit, Lin Ze forcibly pressed the smoke insects that were rising from themselves. Lead Elizabeth on.

Elizabeth's mind is not comparable to that of an ordinary woman, and she was stimulated by Lin Ze's eerie and treacherous story, and she returned to normal after a while. Admire this world-famous Chinese gem with a focused expression. The slender white fingers rubbed the grass and trees, quite a little amazing.

For an entire afternoon, both of them spent time in the palace. It wasn't until seven o'clock in the evening that Elizabeth had her best time sparing the hungry little Linge.

Looking for an authentic Quanjude roast duck restaurant nearby, Lin Ze and the two went straight to the second floor, picked a private room, and ordered a double package. Lin Ze taught Elizabeth how to eat roast duck very authentically.

Elizabeth rarely used chopsticks, but her dexterous and slender hands were very tricky, and she soon became familiar with the use and dexterity of bamboo chopsticks. The two chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was quite pleasant.

In the past, Lin Ze ate more wolf-eating, even in front of beautiful figures, Lin Ze rarely worried about damage to his image. But at this moment, he really didn't dare to make a mistake when he was eating with Elizabeth. This woman's identity is too terrible, like a goddess who is inviolable. Lin Ze had to swallow slowly and methodically solve the food in front of him.

The roast duck was a little greasy, not to mention Elizabeth, who was not used to eating, even Lin Ze, who was recovering from a serious illness, did not eat much. The two chatted over a pot of tea.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was nine o'clock in the evening. Lin Ze knew that Elizabeth was flying at twelve o'clock at noon tomorrow, and she definitely couldn't get up too late, this kind of big name would naturally have a certain ceremony and pomp when she left the country. So Lin Ze didn't dare to delay her too late. His thoughts were revealed in his words.

"I can play until eleven o'clock." Elizabeth put down the bamboo chopsticks.

"Where else do you want to go?" Lin Ze asked with a smile.

"Quadrangle."

Lin Ze felt that it was not unusual for Elizabeth to be able to shout this term, but as an Englishman, she should not be too interested in buildings like courtyard houses. After all, there are more appreciative attractions than the courtyard house. And she still hopes to go to the courtyard at the last stop.

Lin Ze didn't bother the goddess's good mood, and drove Elizabeth to after checking out.

Perhaps because of the purity of the picture, Elizabeth asked Lin Ze to take her to a quaint hotel with a courtyard house as the theme. I didn't live, and I purely felt the timeless heritage of the courtyard.

For example, in an ordinary courtyard house, there are stone benches and stone tables in the courtyard, and the old locust tree, Lin Ze ordered someone to make a pot of good tea, and the two of them sat down to drink tea with a few snacks.

It was late at night. A bright moon hangs in the clean sky that has been washed by heavy rain for several days, and the bright moonlight sways in the courtyard, with far-reaching artistic conception and unique flavor.

Elizabeth sat down for less than five minutes before she got up and admired the buildings around her.

The structure of the courtyard does not make Lin Ze, who is a Chinese and half Yanjing, a little embarrassed. But for Elizabeth, it seems to have a certain meaning, paranoid and delicate to take in every grass and tree.

Elizabeth was quiet, admiring everything in front of her. There was a blur in those dark green eyes, as if she was recalling some past events that made her difficult to let go. His expression became a little lonely.

The minutes ticked by, and when it was half past ten in the evening, Elizabeth, who was silent, suddenly turned around. I want to go to Lin Ze who is sitting on the stone bench. But as soon as her eyes touched Lin Ze's side face shrouded in moonlight, she froze instantly.

Maybe it's because tonight's thoughts are a little up and down, which makes her heart quite emotional. The trance-like gaze involuntarily stayed on Lin Ze's face, and he couldn't move away for a long time.

Lin Ze crossed Erlang's legs and smoked silently, his dark eyes seemed to be spiritual, but in fact, they were scattered and wandering. Which pot of tea with a high price was also drunk by his cow, and he didn't have the meaning of tasting it.

He's not handsome, at least not a cream boy. But his rough face has a maturity and vicissitudes that do not match his age. Like an experienced old adult man who is about to enter middle age.

His calm sitting posture does not have the frivolity and impetuosity of a young man, but is like a thoughtful old man, fading away from youthfulness, and retaining old age and decadence.

Elizabeth was in a trance, and even stared at Lin Ze who was sitting under the locust tree drinking tea with some surprise and surprise. The lines were soft, the red lips of the seductive color snorted slightly, and after a few minutes of silence, she finally had mixed emotions and spit out four words with a slight trill: "It's really like." ”

~~PS: It's Sunday for Ming'er, and I said that I want to update five chapters, and it's very stressful, but Feifei is ready to squat in front of the computer all day long. Please come to stimulate the fat boy with some passion, haha~