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The two of them went one after the other, and Li Luo made a little difference, not in the direction of Shaolai Building.

Half an hour later, the woman took Li Luo to a quiet courtyard, and the woman exhaled, looking a little tired from walking.

Pointing to the courtyard in front of him, he said with a smile: "This is it, my young lady doesn't like to be noisy, this place is remote and quiet, just settle down here to rest." After speaking, he ran to the door and slapped vigorously, shouting crisply while patting, "Open the door, I'm back." ”

After a while, a female voice came from inside the door, reproaching: "Tap, the door has made you smash." ”

With the words, the courtyard door creaked open, and a graceful and beautiful woman walked out, dressed plainly, but it was difficult to hide the ice and snow jade, she was a rare beautiful woman.

The body is slender, graceful, and does not apply powder, but it is better than many women in the willow lane among the flowers, which shows everyone's style.

"Why did you go for so long?" The woman asked with a smile, and when she saw Li Luo not far away, she nodded, her expression was neither humble nor arrogant, and she was humble and polite.

This woman is very beautiful, but Li Luo always felt that it shouldn't be Sang Hai Moqing, as if there was something missing compared to last night's piano sound.

"It's a big shelf, but I'm begging for people, and they came." The woman who led the way puffed out her cheeks and said angrily.

The woman glared at her with disgust, took a few steps forward, bowed, and said softly to Li Luo: "Little girl Lan Xiaohe, I've seen my son, my son please come in, my young lady is inside." ”

After speaking, he glanced back at the girl who was sticking out her tongue and grimacing, shook her head angrily, and said apologetically, "Xiaoshang is young and ignorant, please forgive me if I offend." "Sure enough, it's not Mo Qing.

Li Luo responded coldly, raised his hand slightly as a return gift, glanced at Lan Xiaohe arrogantly, and walked into the courtyard as if no one was around.

Xiao Shang was talking with his mouth open behind Li Luo, and the shape of his mouth was: Look, the shelf is big!

Lan Xiaohe shook his head helplessly, the little business elf is weird, and his temperament is a little stubborn, except for the young lady, he doesn't listen to what anyone says, and the young lady can control one or two.

Lan Xiaohe just didn't see it, and followed Li into the courtyard.

The yard is not big, and the depth can be clearly distinguished at a glance.

The courtyard sits in the north and faces south, there are only three or five rooms, it is very simple, there is nothing extravagant and surprising, just the most inconspicuous courtyard in Xiutong City.

There is a poplar tree on the west side of the yard, which looks like it has been around for some years, and its branches are like a dragon coiling, which is quite vicissitudes. Compared to the trunk, the crown is much smaller and somewhat disproportionate.

The spring breeze is smooth, relieving the cold of Mobei and moistening the poplar that has been dry for a long time.

Although the leaves on the branches have not yet emerged, a hint of novelty can already be seen, and there are black and dull colors hanging on the tips, not the dead silence of withered yellow in winter.

The tops of this poplar tree, half of which have a deep black color, and half of which are still withered and yellow like winter, are half dead and half alive, and I don't know if they can rejuvenate.

Under the poplar tree, a woman dressed in mink fur stood quietly, with a scarf made of silver fox fur around her neck, the fur of the scarf was very white, and the color of the fur was extremely pure.

However, no matter how white the silver fox skin is, it is no more white than a woman's face, and it is still three points white.

The woman looked up at the poplar treetops, not knowing what was so beautiful on the dry tree, which made the woman look so fascinated that she didn't even notice that Li Luo entered the door.

Xiao Shang grinned, lowered his voice and said, "Miss is stupid again." ”

Lan Xiaohe glanced at Xiao Shang reproachfully, he was so open-mouthed in front of the living, he really deserved to be beaten.

However, Li Luo's expression was cold, and he didn't seem to hear Xiao Shang's muttering.

Lan Xiaohe put his mind at ease, coughed lightly, and called softly, "Miss." ”

Mo Qing's delicate body moved, although she was not close to Li Luo, but Li Luo could clearly see that Mo Qing's slender eyelashes trembled gently, softly, sweetly, and there was a feeling of itching when she was in love for the first time.

The lines of the face are very soft, just like the notes and tunes of last night, connected together, without interruption or discontinuity, as if they should be like this, not daring to be higher, not daring to be lower.

Mo Qing came back to his senses, looked back, smiled lightly, and said in a harmonious voice, "You are here." ”

The tone is very strange, as if the two have known each other since childhood, but they haven't seen each other for a long time.

Li Luo only felt that his eyes were a little hot, and his heart was also hot, accompanied by bits and pieces of pain for unknown reasons.

I can't remember which merry man said in the previous dynasty that every woman is the elf of a hundred flowers in the world, so are good-looking beauties, and so are ungood-looking women.

as pure as a lily, like Changning; charming and enchanting, there is also a trace of unknown simplicity, like a mandala, like a cloud concubine; romantic and tender roses, like soft moons; innocent sunflowers, like Tang sugar; noble as a peony, like Queen Rong of the year; The faint and delicate gardenia does not want to make people linger, but it is difficult to hide the sweet and beautiful taste, but the Tao is helpless, such a woman is a snowfall; Cangyang Jiahe in the Wanmei Garden, that is, a plum blossom blooming in the snow; The temperament is gentle, there are near and far, there are joys and angers, and the elusive orchid golden fragrance seems to be red.

There are many, many flowers, and many, many women, which cannot be counted one by one, but they are all beautiful.

And this woman, Sang Hai Moqing, gave Li Luo the first impression of snowflakes, as white as snow, flying between heaven and earth, graceful, stunning and fresh and freehand, free to exist between heaven and earth.

But this beauty is a careful beauty, and just like this snowflake, if you hold her in the palm of your hand, then it will turn into a drop of water in an instant and disappear without a trace.

In this smile, there is a pity for the tenderness and sweetness, but dare not get too close, as if this beautiful courage is very small, like a frightened rabbit, hiding far away, no matter how close it is, there is a kind of unreachable distance, blurry, haunting people's dreams.

Li Luo was stunned, did not advance or retreat, and looked at Mo Qing quietly.

"Sit down." Mo Qing smiled lightly, and the jade pointed to a wooden chair under the poplar tree, and she sat on another wooden chair casually.

Lan Xiaohe stepped forward and gently swung the wooden chair, but Li Luo did not sit down immediately, contemplating something.

Mo Qing smiled and said: "Why, last night Gongzi was sharp and shocking, today are you afraid that a few of our female juniors will secretly kill Gongzi?" ”

Li Luo came back to his senses, smiled freely, and sat down opposite Mo Qing peacefully.