Dijia Houzhuang, Yunyin Pavilion.

The sound of the piano came out of the pavilion and listened to it gracefully.

Sometimes it's flowing, sometimes it's exciting, and it's full of energy...

Reverberates in the space around the Yunyin Pavilion, like the sound of heaven.

The beautiful rhythm attracted three or five pairs of birds and finches, flying among the willow branches and listening quietly.

Listen to it, and the birds occasionally flutter their wings and jump on the willow branches, fluttering and dancing.

Forcing the willow branches to blow with the wind and waves, enchanting into the lotus pond, the water ripples, and a few pairs of dragonflies that fall on the tender lotus are frightening, and the water is flying in pairs.

"Rustle"

A rush of footsteps approached.

Dragonflies scattered, and birds flew into the air in fright.

As if unwilling to leave this paradise, they hovered below the aerial surveillance to disturb their listening to the heavenly sounds.

"Iron"

Geum-hyun snapped.

Something big happened, Xianghe didn't hear it, opened the bead curtain and entered the lady's boudoir, folded his hands and bent his knees, and gasped: "Miss, it's not good..."

Miss Di sat under the north window and looked up, her apricot eyes suspicious and looking forward to it.

Surprised, Miss Chao, who was sitting on the right side of the stool, asked sideways.

The young lady is reserved and reserved, frightened and maintains a dignified and elegant posture.

The young lady didn't speak, but the little cloud maid who was standing beside Miss Chao said unhappily: "Xianghe, look at your frizziness, what kind of panic have you become?"

It's like a frightened rabbit, kicking its legs and running away.

Kicked off Miss Table's strings, watch out for your skin..."

"Tsk, you're just tender, I can't spare you later..."

Good skin, what are you proud of? Xianghe remembered that Miss was snubbed by her family, and had to protect Miss herself in everything, becoming rough-skinned, and gritting her teeth to refute.

Miss is unfortunate and unfair.

Where is it the turn of a girl to sneer at each other?

It is not good for the young lady to be close to the young lady, Xiaoyun was about to open her mouth unconvinced, and when she saw her own young lady frowning, she bowed her head and said nothing.

Xiaoyun girl's heart is not bad, but it is too close, Miss Chao sighed secretly, nodded sideways Xianghe nodded and said, "Xianghe, what happened in the front yard?" ”

"Ah, oh, by the way, Young Master Wen sent someone to deliver a message.

It is said that the rice bucket of the reincarnation of the hungry ghost woke up early in the morning and shouted to eat.

went directly to the lobby, made the old lady angry, arranged for someone to cook for the person and sent him away.

But the old lady will still be in the lobby!

inadvertently said that the person was a flower thief, and now he has sent someone to the yamen to report the case, and brought the officers and soldiers over to get the person..."

That person is a flower thief, Miss was born with snow muscles and jade body, but her life is really bitter, Xianghe was secretly sad, and said with both sadness and anger.

Originally, the young lady was said to be a short-lived ghost, and no one married her, so she was secretly sad and depressed.

But Miss met a person who was both civil and military, and her fate turned around and she was about to usher in happiness.

But what is that man a rice bucket reincarnated by a starving ghost, or a flower thief?

Why should a flower thief defile Miss...

Is it possible? Miss Di smiled lightly without being surprised, exhaled like an orchid, and said with fascination: "The son is both civil and military, how can he become a flower thief?"

Even if Childe is a flower thief, he is better than Di Wen's superficial elegance and his greedy eyes.

He sent messengers to preach that it was not credible.

There is no need to say anything more about this..."

"My young lady, you are a phoenix in a cage, you can't fly out, and you can't smell the fresh air outside..."

Even if the young lady is right, but that person will be hunted down and killed by the government, as a result... Xianghe was so anxious that the flowers lost their faces.

I hope Miss forgets about this matter and starts over.

lest it only increase sorrow...

I hope that the son will bring good news, Miss Di shook the phoenix head lightly, smiled silently, and turned to her cousin to throw a look for help.

The cousin is exquisitely clear, Miss Chao is lying on the desk with her hand holding incense, and her cousin is smiling: "Cousin is still figuring out that son's limerick, right?"

Hee-hee, that poem sounds superficial and can't be put on the stage.

But the meaning is really far-reaching.

Especially the sentence of killing and walking on stilts, twisting the arrogant with beauty, looking at the present day, as coquettish as possible...

The artistic conception is far-reaching, but I don't know what stilts are?

But the stilts and the scourge of killing are connected together, combined with the fact that the son was besieged by the guards and swept the guards with great might, showing his contempt for the world, a red face in anger, and a beautiful and arrogant contemporary, showing the style of the first life... artistic conception.

Ah, what a demeanor that is, cousin knows? ”

It's really exciting!

I want to be, I want to be... The more Miss Chao spoke, the more fascinated she became, and unconsciously revealed a clever smile.

No shame, Childe... Miss Di hid her face shyly, her snow muscles were red, and her breathing gradually became short, and she said angrily: "If my cousin likes it, my cousin will give my son to my cousin..."

"Ah, cousin, what are you talking about?"

What do you think? Miss Chao shyly said with a twist, but her heart is beating so fast?

Maybe it's the child's rude ridicule: Lang Jun will live up to his ......

didn't have a single word, and he got the wrong object, so the son dared to call himself Langjun, not ashamed, but he could say that his heart was on the road.

No, you can't compete with your cousin...

I don't know how my son is doing? Miss Di was shy, and she was worried about her son, staring at her cousin shyly and saying, "My cousin's life is counting on my cousin..."

"Ah, my cousin killed my cousin, my cousin saved it.

Xiaoyun, what are you doing stupidly?

Why don't you go to inquire about the news of your cousin and ask about your son, why don't you wait for the young lady to go in person? ”

"Ah, oh, Mademoiselle can't show up and gossip.

Xiao Yun is going to find out the news of the son who was reincarnated by the starving ghost......"

The starving ghost won't eat himself, Xiaoyun reluctantly saluted and left.

"Giggle..."

There was a burst of laughter like silver bells from the boudoir.

It seems that he has already looked forward to the good news of the child......

……

Outside Dijiazhuang, on the blue brick road.

What kind of clothes is this? Wang Langjun twisted the corner of his gray robe, jumped left and right, and walked towards the small town in the west of Dijiazhuang, feeling exhausted.

The fabric was coarse, grinding against the empty, unprotected skin.

Inadvertently, there was a sound that rustled.

It's like the sound of turning paper.

That's it.

Right as music.

Enjoy.

But who can stand the sparks of the cloth and sparks on the skin?

Catching up with being seen as a monster, Wang Langjun jumped three feet away on the right side, hugged the neck of the man in the cloth and said, "Old guy, how about we change our outfits?" ”

I saw it.

The clothes on the people are not herbs and bellflower products.

It is a kind of yellow silk Luo, embroidered with some green silk thread in Hunan and embellished into a yellow cloth with green Lu color.

At first glance, it looks like a set of freshly knitted clothes, revealing uneven green and yellow colors.

But this material touches the slippery hand, and the goods are of the highest quality.

was taken by Wang Langjun at a glance, for the sake of his skin......

What kind of system does it become? The man in the cloth trembled, broke away from the young man's embrace, walked to the side with his arms crossed, looked at the young man vigilantly and said, "Boy, please respect yourself."

It's really good to be a dragon at your age..."

", it's elm lumps.

You can't touch it, you think you're a yellow flower girl?

Pay attention to whether men and women give or receive kisses.

Don't even say it, it's incredible to think about these rituals.

How do you live like this? ”

Cut, does the old guy have that ability? Wang Langjun's disdainful disdain, he couldn't help but imagine that he felt out of harmony with the world and couldn't get in touch?

Wearing only a gray robe, the empty is not used to it, this coming days...

Could it be that this kid was transformed into such a crazy person by colored light? The man in the cloth looked at the young man strangely, and saw that the gray robe on the young man's body had already dried out, and exclaimed, "Boy, your clothes..."

"Damn, how did I drop the money on the ground..."

Money bags? Wang Langjun stared at the money bag outside his father-in-law, trotted over to pick up the money bag and smiled.

"Down, this is a crime, do you know?"

Picking up money? The man in the coat was startled and scolded loudly.

What does it mean?