"Wang ······" The woman's low and soft voice is like a mountain stream and a clear spring, clear and penetrating into the heart.

The jet-black eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly spots among the flowers, and when I raised my eyes, I saw the man putting his slender and clean fingers in front of his lips and making a gesture, and said softly, "Today, this king is not the king of the West, and Jing'er is not a princess, let's have fun today, okay? Forget the troubles in the palace······ As soon as the words fell, the right hand gently arranged the woman's long hair that was messed up by the wind, and a warm smile rose on her lips.

"Brother····· Are you tired of being with your sister???" A certain woman finally spoke after the wind blew on the side for a long time and accepted the gaze of many people······ Lin Xiying looked at Feng Yeyu and found that Murong He beside her was nowhere to be seen.

"Let's go inside. A gentle voice sounded in his ears, narrowed his gaze, and nodded slightly.

"Excuse me······ Guest officer, there is no box in the small shop, it's really ······" As soon as I stepped into this welcoming house, I heard the apology of the shopkeeper on the counter next to him.

Lin Xiying glanced at Xiao Er on the side, and couldn't help but smile, only to see that the person was already standing dumbfounded, his eyes seemed to be towards his side, although he only smiled slightly, but in an instant, everyone in the store stopped the movements in their hands, "Wow", everyone acted neatly as if rehearsed, and their eyes were looking at the door, the men were amazed at the beauty at the door bathing like a spring breeze, and the women's hearts were slightly swaying, and a heart had already lost its mind because of the man's handsome and extraordinary face······

Seeing this formation, Feng Yihan's hand around the woman's slender waist unconsciously increased its strength, Lin Xiying felt a burst of pain, looked at the man beside her, and saw Feng Yihan's handsome face, frowning slightly, and roared in a low voice, "Damn." ”

Suddenly, Feng Yeyu only felt a chill behind him, and cold sweat was pouring down, "It's so cold today······ Then he rubbed his arms, pretending to be cold.

The curvature of the woman's mouth is increasing more and more, like the spring breeze that makes people bathe in it, like a pleasing beauty, which is intoxicating.

"Young Master, everything has been arranged. Please move this way. Following the sound, I saw Murong and a white-clothed Confucian dress walking down the stairs.

"Why is it so deserted?" he walked slowly towards the second floor with light steps, and when he looked up, there were only a few people.

The first floor is the place where those who drink and have fun rest, the second floor is indeed an elegant place, if it is a weekday, here is the place where those literati and scholars chant poems against it, but today it is a little deserted because there is a dignitary who has a dignitary who has chartered the second floor of the restaurant. Murong He patiently explained, his slightly cold voice with a bit of respect.

"I see. He bent his eyes and smiled to show his understanding.

Murong He looked at the woman's smile at him in distraction. Slightly stunned, a sense of pleasure suddenly appeared in my heart, it seems that I have been looking forward to that smile for a long time, the woman is so beautiful that she jumps out of the painting, a smile, showing the quality of grace and luxury, clever eyes, smiling, intoxicating······

When he shook his head, he returned to his cold face, and a touch of pleasure was fleeting.

"Is this the wing?" Feng Yeyu shouted excitedly, excitedly running to the half-open window, at a glance, it was actually a lake of water, with a bit of autumn, it was indeed a good place to taste wine.

"It's nice to be quiet and quiet. Lin Xiying broke free of Feng Yihan's hand on his waist and walked towards the window, with layers of ripples in his heart.

The red maple falls lightly, spinning on the surface of the water, rippling layer by layer, pleasing to the eye.

"Do you like it?" the man gently wrapped around the woman's waist from behind, and his lower forehead gently pressed against the woman's head, touching the woman's soft hair, with a hint of itching.

Beautiful eyes looked into the room, Feng Yeyu and Murong He were long gone. When I raised my eyes, I saw the man's tender smile, with a smile as warm as jade.

Drinking, talking, he and her are as tired as picturesque, which is enviable.

She sat in front of the piano, her slender fingers inadvertently plucking a string, and the crisp sound of the piano flowed from her fingertips, faintly flowing in the room.

He leaned quietly against the window, the golden light flowing through the room, a little glow all around him. Squinting his eyes slightly, he let the breeze blow up his long silver-white hair, which was beautiful and picturesque for a while.

The sound of the piano flickered, soft and beautiful, like a dream, and a trace of sweetness jumped up with the woman's slender fingertips.

A song of the city, like her flower-like face comes into view, seeps into the heart, and penetrates into the bone marrow······