Today is not a big festival, but in the eyes of the boring and leisurely people of Beijing, no matter how small the festival is, it is worth a lively time.

Huang Yu sneaked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion with Ye Fan, and in order to avoid the eyes of his subordinates and the guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Huang Yu simply dressed up. It's a beauty embryo, and it looks good no matter how you wear it.

Dressed in a pale pink gauze robe, the waist is gently held by a collection of white soft smoke, and the edge of the skirt is embroidered with nine orchids with silver flashing threads layer upon layer, which is particularly eye-catching in a piece of light pink, and the skirt collar is crossed by two silver brocade belts.

Lined with a wide moire silver long ribbon around the arm, slightly powdered, a black hair hanging down the waist, three thousand green silk with crystal rose hairpins slightly pinned, revealing an indifferent fragrance.

A crystal necklace around the neck is more and more clear, and the white jade bracelet on the wrist is lined with snow-like skin.

The elegant jade face is carved with beautiful facial features, the water-colored eyes are clear and bright, but with the coldness of talking, it seems to be able to see through everything, the small and delicate nose, the small mouth as thin as a cherry and the wings, the smile rippling on the delicate and flawless face, and the delicate face reveals a trace of charm, seducing the soul.

Ye Fan followed behind her young lady with a whole face, she wanted to see which pig arched her jade cabbage.

Although Huang Yu explained to her that Feng Qiao was just a good friend, a good friend like a best friend, Ye Fan still didn't believe it.

Even if it's a girlfriend-like relationship, he's a man, so he's at fault, so he shouldn't get close to his own miss.

In Ye Fan's heart, no man is worthy of Miss.

She has seen a lot of good men, and ordinary rhetoric can't hide her eyes. The eldest prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion is good to the young lady, so that person has to be better than the eldest prince to the young lady.

Yes, the eldest son is the younger brother of the young lady, so naturally he can't be compared, but Ye Fan just regards Ye Lingya as a good male model from the bottom of his heart, and he is better than Ye Lingya.

Today, it's late for a stick of incense, it's not a good one.

Ye Fan gave Feng Qiao a cross in his heart.

The bad one is sitting in the carriage with a black face at the moment.

The carriage was blocked by heavy curtains, and there was no light, but he could clearly see that his face was glowing with a faint white and clear color.

A white robe of rich brocade half lay on the thick cushions in the carriage. The long eyelashes drooped, covering a pair of phoenix eyes. His long hair was like ink, and a few strands fell down to his forehead, covering half of his face.

He reclined lazily on a white fox fur cushion, one hand on his cheek, the other on his body, holding a skull inlaid with black gems.

Under the long satin-like hair, Feng Qiao's surroundings were filled with an eerie cold air, as if anyone who approached could be targeted by a tiger.

He leaned up, lifted the curtain to look at the bustle outside, and counted the time. The hair that spread all over his body slipped down as he got up, little by little, revealing a smooth neck, slender arms, and a slender and flexible waist.

His skin was as white as jade, his expression was like a dream, and his narrow phoenix eyes were full of water, flowing with amazing charm.

He was not angry, and the corners of his mouth were still slightly hooked, but those who knew him well knew that he was angry now, and there was no place to sprinkle a fire in his stomach.

He has always been a very punctual person, and today he was tripped by a dog for a long time, and no one will be happy if he puts it on him.

What's more, he has to meet a very important person today.

To meet someone who is looking forward to it, every minute and second is torment.

Sui Mo sat honestly outside the carriage, urging the coachman to hurry up.

The master has always liked mature and stable black, but I don't know how to drop it these days, and suddenly I like white.

It wasn't until today that he learned that the girl liked white.

The voice was a little noisy, and Huang Yu waited under the peach tree, gently fanning the wind with a fan.

She was the most annoying to wait for others, especially when it was so hot here, and she was even more upset when it was hot.

"Miss, why is this person so unpunctual, who doesn't know that Miss Xiangfu is smiling a thousand pounds, he is good, and he still wants to release our pigeons", Ye Fan muttered dissatisfiedly on the side.

Huang Yu was also a little annoyed in her heart, knowing that her ears hurt when she was noisy, she said to herself in her heart, wait a while, and when her patience ran out, she would leave.

The crowd was noisy, and the screams of several women rang out.

Not a scream of fright, but a scream of a stunning nymphomania.

As soon as Huang Yu rolled his eyes, he saw the white figure, even surrounded by a group of dragons and phoenixes.

The boy was dressed in a well-fitting white men's brocade robe, with a jade belt outlining the thin waist of Hui Xue, cutting out the best body proportions. Although the body is not high, the legs are long and the waist is thin, and the figure is more slender.

He is still like moonlight, Qinghua is graceful, like a noble and elegant person who can't be integrated with him, and it seems that he was born to accept the admiration of everyone.

Beautiful as a crown of jade, thick eyebrows and elegant, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are beautiful, the face is fair, the edges and corners are like ghostly carving, like poetry and painting. But what is more beautiful is not his facial features, but his whole temperament.

It is a kind of beauty that comes out of the bones, noble and elegant, elegant and elegant, and at the same time combines deep and restrained, gloomy and profound......

The whole person is from the inside out, revealing an incomparable magic. His facial features became second to this mixed temperament.

Under such a good skin, he stood in front of the pentagonal carriage so leisurely, no matter from which angle, he was a handsome and extraordinary, abundant and turbid son.

Childe is extremely young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a moon-white ancient costume brocade robe of the same color as the one she is wearing now, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a jade belt around her waist, fair facial features, and a clear face.

Especially a pair of phoenix eyes, black and deep, like inky gems, exuding a quiet light. Holding a fine ink-colored landscape folding fan in his hand, he walked towards her, his steps were leisurely and leisurely, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.

He was born beautifully, and his expression was even more moving, and his dark and warm eyes were like the waves of stars in the night sky, peaceful, deep, and beautiful.

Three thousand green silk with a snow-colored jade crown is accumulated, decorated with two pearls, and the pointed little face has ice muscles and snow skin, which can be broken by blowing, and the pearls reflect each other.

The moon eyebrows and starry eyes are like a bend of stream, looking forward to the brilliance.

If he is a scorching and gorgeous begonia, then this son is a gardenia blooming in the breeze, exuding a pure and clear atmosphere.

But Huang Yu saw his hidden anxiety and anger.

In an instant, the breath held in my heart dissipated.

As if sensing her gaze, Feng Qiao's looking eyes in the crowd suddenly looked over, smiled at her through the complicated human voices, and waved her hand to signal her to stand there and wait for him to pass.

This laugh is another nymphomaniac's scream.

He pushed aside the crowd and walked towards her, dressed in a moon-white brocade gown, with a jade belt around his waist, and a jade pendant hanging from his waist, which swayed from side to side with his brisk steps.

Why was the young ladies in the capital too enthusiastic, and they threw themselves on him one after another.

Feng Qiao dodged one sideways, and the folding fan carefully helped it. When the next one came, he was a little impatient, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"Childe, I have a headache"

A woman with half her face covered with birthmarks covered her head delicately covered her head and pounced.

Feng Qiao withdrew his steps and directly threw her to the ground.

He has a habit of cleanliness.

"Ahh Childe, my finger hurts, it hurts, can you help me see if it's okay? ”

A woman covered in rouge leaned over, and the small scar on her finger, which was less than a centimeter, was about to scab over.

Feng Qiao: ......

"I'm not a doctor, so I won't see it."

Feng Qiao staggered to dodge.

If he had put it before, he would have kicked such a kraft candy-like woman away, and he wanted to maintain his image if he was a person he liked.

He can't be angry, can't be angry.

Huang Yu looked at him and smiled, and walked over, but Ye Fan pulled his sleeve.

"Miss, let him come by himself, you are a woman, you can't go over. This kind of thing is generally the initiative of men", Ye Fan shook his head.

Huang Yu smiled, patted her hand, and said, "Ye Fan, you really think too much, we are just friends, how can I see death when he is trapped there?" ”

Ye Fan struggled for a moment, but still let go of his hand.

Feng Qiao was annoyed, and saw a girl with a curly and delicate skin like snow walking towards him.

Her eyebrows are like the moon, her pink lips are smiling, her moon-white dress is embroidered with cherry blossoms like clouds, and the blue silk thread outlines a double row of auspicious clouds around her waist, showing her slender waist like a willow.

A simple fringed bun, obliquely inserted with winged silver cherry blossom hairpins, and two thin strands of hair falling from the cheeks, adding to her soft beauty. The long jade-like hair fell down and was tied up by delicate green silk threads, all hanging down in front of the right shoulder, and the long ends of the hair reached the waist tied with a white palace silk.

A peach blossom and jade hairpin neatly tied the scattered strands of hair on her forehead, revealing a forehead as white as jade.

A pair of eyebrows like willows, two watery peach blossom eyes, and the pupils are like ink.

The lip color is like Dan, and it is delicate without a point, which makes people want to kiss Fangze.

There is a rare heroic spirit between the eyebrows, like a blooming begonia flower, the red makeup is proud, and the beauty makes it difficult to breathe.

A pair of watery eyes are soft and helpless, with a little drops of water hanging on the long eyelashes like butterfly wings, looking at his eyes focused and persistent, like a young innocent goblin, exuding an unconscious charm.

Her pink cheeks were smoked with a layer of rouge red because of the heat emitted by the wontons, adding a peach petal-like charm to her beautiful and delicate features, and her childish eyes revealed a different kind of seduction.

The girl's pink lips in such a soft light, the beautiful lip line outlines the slightly pouting lips, exuding a jelly-like delicate color, and because of the tea, exuding a seductive water, hovering between sexy and innocent, making his heart shake.

She walked slowly, and when she looked up into his eyes, a smile was already on her lips.

Walking behind her was a girl in a pale green dress, about sixteen years old, with a melon seed face with thin powder, a fair complexion, a skin as bright as snow, delicate as a flower, and willow eyebrows like smoke.

A pair of apricot eyes are slightly proud, and the expression on his face is also faint, and when he looks at people, he has all the nobility of everyone's ladies, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

There seems to be an unknown hostility towards him.

The show on the lake began, and a large crowd crowded over.

Seeing her protecting Huang Yu, she should be Huang Yu's personal maid. However, after a few steps, he was dispersed by the flow of people, just like he and Sui Mo just now.

Feng Qiao relied on his tall stature and pointed to the direction of the carriage where Sui Mo was.

The carriage was very luxurious and conspicuous, and Ye Fan had seen it a long time ago. But the man pointed fingers at her, which made her very uncomfortable. But the figure of the young lady was quickly drowned in the crowd, she couldn't keep up, and she was afraid of getting separated, so she could only go over first according to Feng Qiao's instructions.

"Borrowed, borrowed, sorry, borrowed"

Huang Yu squeezed through countless women like kraft candy, and finally squeezed to Feng Qiao's side.

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