Chapter 169 Summation

For the second time, she wept because of Anea.

The weak emotions made her decadent and angry: she obviously still has revenge and has not been avenged, how can she be so childlike and nurture her heart?

Thinking of this, Ling Qingyun's eyes calmed down.

Her eyes were fixed on the sturdy figure on the polo field, leaving all other thoughts behind.

Shiting's martial arts are better than An Wei, but his ball skills are not as good as An Wei.

Ling Qingyun doesn't often watch the ball, but she can tell it.

A quarter of an hour after a round, taking advantage of the break in between, An Dong went down to play, and came back later.

"Second Sister" took advantage of An Dong's efforts to go out, and Zhen Niang took Ling Qingyun's hand.

"Don't!" Ling Qingyun raised her eyes, and her eyebrows added a little coldness, "Don't comfort me, I don't like it!" ”

She spoke so strictly, so that Zhen Niang's words stopped.

They are not delicate daughters who have to cry and cry over trivial matters, so Zhen Niang doesn't know how to comfort Ling Qingyun in order to make Ling Qingyun feel better and not let her feel pitied.

An Erlang's behavior is really hateful!

"Okay, I'll stop talking." Zhen Niang smiled, "Do you still want to watch the game?" If you don't want to see it, how about we go out for a drink? ”

Ling Qingyun smiled bitterly.

He is drunk and misguided.

She never wanted to drink again.

"Let's watch the ball." Ling Qingyun's eyebrows disappeared without a trace, and her eyes were soft, "Fang Cai Shi Gongzi's appearance is quite good, although he didn't score a goal, he can still come out on top." ”

Zhen Niang nodded reluctantly.

Shi Ting's ball skills are good, but they are not comparable to Anea. After watching Anwei play a few times, Zhen Niang felt that other people's ball skills were difficult to see.

After looking at it for a while, Zhen Niang felt bored.

She still likes to watch Anbei play.

The second round restarted, and Andong Fu came in again. A small basket of cherries came in.

The basket woven with wisteria, small and delicate, contains plump and bright cherries, and the color is rich and appetizing.

"It's washed, it's ready to eat." Anton grinned.

Zhen Niang was pleasantly surprised and took it. Ask Anton, "Where did you get it?" ”

"They brought it next door. I went and begged for some. Andong said. After a pause, he explained, "It was a man who brought it here." Not a woman. ”

Ling Qingyun snorted and laughed.

Zhen Niang's eyes were red for a while, and she muttered in a low voice: "Who asked you this?" ”

Anton just laughed. He was white and round, and he was very cute when he thought about it. Like a little kid.

Zhen Niang also pursed her lips and snickered.

Ling Qingyun looked at them with envy.

She suddenly thought of Anea. Last year there was a great drought. The trees in the capital have died countless times due to drought, and An Wei specially begged for the tribute of Lamei in the palace to her; Then, he asked for some green bamboo for her.

In the capital with withered branches, only her yard is full of green.

No matter what good stuff is. An Wei has given it to her.

He also begged her Cher back to her.

Ling Qingyun's heart suddenly softened.

She didn't want to quarrel with An Wei anymore, even if she was unhappy, she should accept the facts. Anguan is very good for Wan'er. She couldn't let him be so sad.

She and An Wei have been in tantrums for several days, and she is a little emaciated. She wanted to make peace.

"Third brother, which private room is the second brother in?" Ling Qingyun asked.

An Dong said with a smile: "In the first-class thirty-one private room, walk along the arrow tower to the left and come to the end. ”

He also asked Ling Qingyun, "Do you want me to send you over?" ”

An Dong also felt that An Wei had gone a little too far, for fear that Ling Qingyun would be angry. However, now that she wants to take the initiative to find An Wei, An Dong let go of his heart.

He was also ready to comfort and comfort Ling Qingyun, but he didn't know what to say.

Seeing that she was not angry, An Dong smiled.

"No, I have a lotus birth." Ling Qingyun said, "Your martial arts are not as good as Liansheng." ”

Anton feigned anger and made a gesture to hit her.

Ling Qingyun smiled and ran away.

She took Liansheng and slowly searched down the corridor to find An Cane.

Unexpectedly, when she first arrived at Anya's private room, she heard the voice of a woman.

"Your bow stick is famous in Beijing, I just want to take it and take a look." The woman's voice is soft and charming, and she is full of laughter.

"No way!" An Wei's indifference was a little irritable.

The woman looked at An Eaves with a kind of sparkling eyes. She bit her lip lightly, and the bright red cherry lips showed clear marks of teeth, which was pitiful.

An Wei was even more impatient, and hated to throw it down from the window.

His face turned pale.

"How did your hand hurt?" The woman asked again.

An Wei snorted coldly and said, "Please go out!" "He wasn't in the mood today, and now he's even more bored.

"My family Anlang accidentally injured his hand because of his martial arts." The curtain of the door was raised, and a figure in a green onion gown entered the room with light steps.

An Wei fixed his eyes and saw that it was Ling Qingyun.

Her eyes were bright and clear, smiling gracefully, looking at An Wei and the county lord.

An Wei only felt a tightness in his throat, and the haze in his heart seemed to disappear in an instant, sprinkled with sunshine. He only felt the shadow of the flowers swaying, bright and warm.

Seeing her, his mood suddenly improved.

His pale face couldn't help but improve a lot.

And sitting opposite An Eaves was a young girl, about the same age as Ling Qingyun. She was wearing a crimson blouse and a moon-white skirt, her face was exquisite, because she was rejected indifferently by An Wei, her eyes were filled with tears, and she was about to move.

She is the county lord of Yuanyang, the daughter of Princess Hanshan, and the younger sister of Feng Yuan.

"Who are you?" The girl's eyes widened, and she looked at Ling Qingyun with a simple and innocent expression, as if she was frightened.

Her cat-like eyes are very beautiful and seductive.

"My surname is Ling, and I am An Lang's fiancée." Ling Qingyun replied, looking the county lord of Yuanyang up and down with smiling eyes, smiling kindly.

The county lord of Yuanyang was relieved, patted his frightened chest, and immediately showed a bright smile: "Sister Ling, I have heard of you a long time ago, and I am fortunate to meet you!" ”

"Don't. How do you call me sister? Ling Qingyun said, "I'm younger than you." ”

The coquettishness and simplicity of the county lord of Yuanyang are a little unbearable.

The hand at the bottom of her sleeve tightened and tightened.

Ling Qingyun said that she was old.

"Sister Ling is laughing." The gaffe of the county lord of Yuanyang was only a very brief moment, and soon he was naïve and ignorant of the world, "I am sixteen years old this year. How many years younger than my sister, right? ”

She uses his spear. Attack the other's shield.

Ling Qingyun didn't answer again, but just let out a meaningful "oh", smiling like a flower.

The county lord of Yuanyang was immediately annoyed by her long "oh". There is no sense of accomplishment at all.

An Wei's eyes fell on Ling Qingyun's body, as if they had taken root, and they couldn't move away anymore.

The underside of his eyes. Became hot and resolute.

There was also a faint smile on his lips. I can't hide it. The bad feelings he had been depressed for several days suddenly came to naught.

He enjoyed watching her fight with the county lord of Yuanyang.

At this time, Ling Qingyun seemed to be a phoenix standing tall, looking at all things with a demeanor. Looking at the county lord of Yuanyang.

"Sister Ling, I heard that you are good at medical skills, can you help An Lang take a look at the wound?" The county lord of Yuanyang caught a glimpse of the wound on An Wei's hand. The bottom of his eyes was foggy again, and his clear eyes were cloudy.

She knew that Ling Qingyun was good at medicine.

So. She had inquired about Ling Qingyun.

In this way, Cheng Dù, the county lord of Yuanyang, was more interested in An Wei than Ling Qingyun expected.

"Thank you for your concern." Ling Qingyun's expression suddenly froze, and she looked at the county lord of Yuanyang and said, "Next time, please ask the county lord to call my An Lang 'Lord An'!" He's not that familiar with you! ”

The county lord of Yuanyang was stunned and his eyes widened, and he looked shocked and pitiful, very coquettish.

"An Lang, why did I provoke Sister Ling? Look at her, she's so polite. The county lord of Yuanyang didn't look at Ling Qingyun, only at An Wei, "You saved my life, aren't we familiar with each other?" ”

She almost burst into tears.

Men want to save face.

No matter when, they are proud of their admiration for attracting women, and they hate their women even more for being stingy and jealous, and they can't tolerate his admirers.

So, in general, men will teach their women not to be too mean.

Unexpectedly, An Wei said indifferently: "I'm not familiar!" I looked at the eldest princess of Hanshan, so I gave you a decent one. If you don't go out again, I'm going to be polite. ”

"You" Lord Yuanyang finally rolled down tears.

An Wei really looked disgusted, and stood up suddenly: "Get out!" He grabbed the county lord's arm with force, shook it vigorously, and threw the county lord of Yuanyang out very roughly.

"Ahh The county lord of Yuanyang was knocked into the railing and screamed.

"County Lord!" The maids and guards shouted anxiously.

"County Lord, are you alright?" The maid cried.

"I'm fine." The county lord of Yuanyang also cried.

She looked at the faltering curtain and sobbed quietly. However, no one came out for a long time.

The county lord of Yuanyang looked at his crimson clothes, which were stained with dark red blood on his palms, and bit his lip tightly, and a fox-like cunning light burst out of his eyes.

There was a flash of murderous intent in her eyes, and she finally hid her face and returned to her private room.

Her private room is next door to the eaves.

In the private room of Anea, he drove the county lord of Yuanyang out, turned around and saw Ling Qingyun, looking at him with a smile.

He deliberately raised his head and feigned displeasure.

Ling Qingyun suddenly stopped and hugged him.

Her face was pressed against his chest, and her arms were around his waist, very hard, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

"So you're so likable!" Ling Qingyun smiled, "No, I'm going to guard you for Yun'er!" ”

An Wei's body stiffened, and then hugged her hard.

He buried his head in her neck, smelled his familiarity, and let out a long sigh as he drained all the depression from his chest.

"You're so sharp-tongued." An Wei whispered, in an ambiguous tone in her ear, softly.

"Whoever bullies you, I'm going to let go of my sharp teeth." Ling Qingyun smiled, "I'm still quite powerful, right?" ”

An Wai was emotional.

He hugged Ling Qingyun to the table, made her sit, and lowered his head to hold her face and kiss her.

Ling Qingyun grabbed his hands: "I'll take a look at your hands"

An Guan's good deeds were interrupted, frowning slightly.

Ling Qingyun pulled him over the placket of his shirt and pulled him closer to herself, and a kiss gently fell on his lips.

An Wei's eyes suddenly formed a scorching fire, about to melt her.

"Alright, now let me see your hands." Ling Qingyun said.

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Sorry, today's update is late again. I've been too busy lately.,The manuscript has run out.,I'm slow to code words.,Sometimes I can't catch up.,Let everyone wait for a long time~~~ (to be continued)R580