The morning light was faint, and it was the time when I was in love with the quilt, and the high raised quilt poured out wisps of green silk, and a jade hand was unbearably disturbed to remove the hairballs that were tirelessly rubbing outside the quilt.

"Goodong", the furball fell to the ground with a blank face.

She also woke up, and when she lifted the quilt, her face was confused, but she felt that there seemed to be something wrong in the room, did she put down this curtain last night?

The hot soup and towels that the shopkeeper sent in for washing up, combed himself in a bun in front of the mirror, and approached the mirror. In the yellowish and flat bronze mirror, a palm-sized melon seed face is reflected.

Light eyebrows and apricot eyes, like Xiaofeng's nose like cheese, white and delicate, a cherry lips have not been powdered, so only a faint peach color. At first glance, it is a beautiful embryo, but it has not fully grown, like a clear and elegant flower, which makes people forget the vulgar when they see it.

There are fine hairs on the forehead, which is particularly cute.

Unlike the master, his black hair is like a waterfall, sticking to the side of his ear, always combed half to the back of his head, and the rest is poured behind his back, looking at the fairy wind bones, in fact, he knows that he just thinks it is troublesome to tie his hair, so he can not tie it.

The hairball jumped on the dresser, and stepped over the rouge box prepared for the female guests on it, and the table was covered with red snow, and it startled itself, jumped up and down on tiptoe, dyed its snow-white paws, scooped it up, and carried it downstairs to the dining room.

"Senior sister, what are you ......" Luo Bei'an turned around and was taken aback, and glanced at her skirt, "Are you going to eliminate harm for the people?"

The furball fluttered in her arms so that she was upset, and when she looked down, the pale pink skirt was covered with red paw prints, and the furball had to be pulled after kicking up, making this outfit as if she had experienced a murder scene.

I gasped, and the entire breakfast eater on the first floor heard the screams of the hairballs.

Throwing the hairball to Xuanwu, who was staring at Xiao Long Bao and drooling, Luo Miao hurriedly went upstairs to change his clothes, and after breakfast, Luo Bei'an called the shopkeeper to pull the carriage out of the backyard, took care of it briefly, and got into it with his head down.

The hairball was pitifully shrunk into a small ball, just because of the incident in the morning, it didn't eat, it was really miserable, and the ball was gray. He glanced at its uncompetitive appearance, sighed, and threw it a small oiled paper bag.

Furball's eyes lit up, and he jumped over.

Feng Qihan got into the carriage and held a small hand stove, which was made of brass and thickly wrapped in a cloth bag embroidered with cotton and silk, so that his hands would not be burned.

Luo Luo took the hand stove and muttered, "Master, are you cold?"

Feng Qihan put down the curtain, turned around and said lightly, "It's not cold." ”

He looked at his pale lips and blinked. How can it not be cold, what was a little rain last night, but today it is even colder, and it is still faintly piercing when I wear a jacket. She clearly remembered that the window was not closed last night, and she didn't know how the rain did not come in during the night.

He stepped forward and looked at the master with a wink, a sly smile on his lips.

Feng Qihan felt his gaze and tilted his head slightly, "What's wrong?"

"Not much!" Seeing his hands quietly on his knees, he quietly touched them with lightning speed.

Feng Qihan was stunned for a moment, and the soft touch on the back of his hand had disappeared.

In its place was a heavy stove.

"What are you doing?" Feng Qihan hugged the stove, his expression a little stunned.

He moved his hand and put his hand on the stove, "Let's just use it together." ”

Feng Qihan didn't feel how warm the stove was, he only felt that there was a warm and soft body next to him, and his back couldn't help but straighten, he was uncomfortable, but he was reluctant to throw the stove back into the little girl's arms. I could only see my eyelashes flutter slightly, and then return to calm.

Luobei An Meizi got into Feng Qihan's car, shook off the reins and smacked the wheel, and the frozen ice ballast on the rope fell off sparsely, but it was still ice to the bone in his hand.

Because he was drunk and unconscious, and was still young and was put on a position by the treacherous and cunning senior brother, Liu Mingfei wanted to drive the little ghost Xuanwu who was sitting behind. In fact, he didn't understand that such a young child, and he didn't know where the master got it, and he had to take it with him when he went out to practice.

I didn't see any rules for him on weekdays, it was nothing more than calling the master father, and he was ignored a lot, so he turned around and threw himself into the arms of his sister, sticky all day long, and he was especially able to eat. The Master has never recognized his status as a disciple, so what is his identity?

I'm afraid it's just a whim of the master.

The carriage in front of him rolled away, Liu Mingfei shook the reins, snorted softly, and the spirit horse opened its hooves and followed from afar.

A few days ago, the carriage was newly replaced with silk cloth, the soft silk produced in the south of the Yangtze River is like a sword body, it will reflect in the sun, the curtain is decorated with a row of freshwater pearls, it is the incense car spirit horse, and no one can not look sideways everywhere.

The car is a good car, and the horse is also a good horse, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be any problems, but Liu Mingfei finally understood why Luo Bei'an had to let him change it after a while.

Inside the carriage.

"Second brother, are you hungry? Liu Mingfei heard that this was Xuanwu's voice, and replied casually, "I'm not hungry." ”

"That'...... Do you want to eat?" Xuanwu tugged at the front curtain of the carriage, poked out a small head, and stretched out a hand to poke his back.

Liu Mingfei was poked coldly, almost didn't frighten the rope out, and when he turned around, he saw the child lying next to the carriage, half of his body was about to fall out, a chubby little hand was still stretched out in mid-air, and his eyes were gurgling and rolling in his sockets, and he knew at a glance that he was not thinking about anything good in his heart.

"Sit down!" Liu Mingfei was in a hurry, his voice was a little stiff, in case this guy fell and was injured, the master didn't know how to punish himself.

Xuanwu was stunned for a moment, then retracted his hand pitifully and lowered his head, "Okay." ”

Liu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief, and after a while, he felt a small hand behind his back climb up, and looked behind him with wide eyes, Xuanwu actually trembled and climbed out of the carriage, and his little shoes were not put on, and he staggered and stood on the wheels.

Liu Mingfei: !!

Hurry up and hold the person in your arms, after all, you can't push him into the car in this situation.

"What are you doing out here, you want to drive?"

Xuanwu shook his head and sat on his lap obediently, "I'm so hungry, why aren't you hungry?"

You've eaten most of the food on the table in the morning, why are you still hungry?

vertex