Spring goes to autumn, summer is scorching and winter is cold and the wind is howling, time is like the white horse passing through the gap, so fast that it slips through the cracks of people's fingers, and they can't even grasp it.

The leaves are yellow and yellow, and the maple leaves are no longer frosty and red. The petals fall and the vines add new branches. There are years and years, and there are days and days every year.

He Dang, who is now fourteen years old, is tall from his body, his face is gorgeous, his skin is like frost and snow, and there will always be a little crimson between his eyebrows from time to time, just like peach blossom pollen sprinkled on it unintentionally. A pair of oblique long phoenix eyes on the face of the melon seeds squinted slightly, and the sight that inadvertently looked at it always revealed an unconscious charm, and its color was as proud as a winter plum, and it was more glamorous than a spring flower.

The half-scattered black hair was draped behind his back, and his skin was like a cloud. Because of the thin sweat, a layer of light cherry powder appeared, the pink cheeks were ruddy, the face was greasy, and the slender green waist was not enough to hold it, as if even the wide and wide-sleeved fairy robe on his body could not hide his good figure.

The gilded crape myrtle camellia is surrounded by the elegant white smoke rising from the osmanthus hollow incense burner, and the six snow and plum screens are resting on each other's various clothes, messily put together, not distinguishing each other. The azure soft blanket discarded the small things they wore on their bodies at will, ranging from the white jade belt to the jasper hairpin between the temples.

The sapphire blue moire beast Shu brocade bed curtain that had been put down was lifted again and hung on the pear blossom silver hook, revealing the whole picture inside.

Even the sweet and greasy floral fragrance that is so sweet and greasy that it is crispy and numb to the bones can't cover half a minute, mixed with the fragrance of peach and pear blossoms, entangled and indistinguishable.

"Why did you leave so quickly, and I was reluctant to accompany my son, but my son missed the flower slave very much." The man on the bed half-propped up, and the brocade was sliding, revealing less than an inch of his body, and his peach blossom eyes rose slightly like rippling water. The green silk that was scattered all over his head then slipped down to cover a bit of the red spring light, revealing the man's slender and slender figure.

The man didn't seem to feel anything, he still stared at the head of the bed and wore his clothes meticulously, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, not at all like a petite person who had just borne half a cent of rain and dew. The beautiful red lips that pursed slightly chattered endlessly, as if dissatisfied.

"If it weren't for the fact that the flower slave had just gotten off the bed of this son, the son would still think that the flower slave was tired of the old Zhu Huang of the child's old age, and he was not as good as the younger brother who was young and beautiful outside, and had a beautiful mouth." The tip of his nose snorted lightly, as if mocking.

It's more of an irritability that he can't even say, like he should do something. Seeing that people were dressing and didn't pay attention to him for half a minute, the nameless fire couldn't help but burn more and more, as if someone had poured oil on it.

"Every time the flower slave comes to the son's place, it is not as long as staying in that person's place, and I don't know if the flower slave prefers such a heroic man, so he thinks that the boy is a boy and a girl, and he is a little too charming and not half manly." The white fingertips were hooked and wrapped around a few strands of hair, and the voice of the red string jade chime was a little unspeakable dissatisfaction at the moment, and a red lip seemed to be sarcastic.

The beautiful man beside the bed must have been accustomed to hearing such words, so he only paused, sighed lightly, and said; "Why does Childe always think of slaves like this, and how can slaves ever think about this. If the slave didn't like the son, how could he risk being found every month to find the son to keep him alive for a few moments. He Dangli did not stop dressing, and his every move revealed alienation and indifference.

If it weren't for the bright color of the begonia flowers that had not completely dissipated between the eyebrows, who would have known what a beautiful scene was happening in the previous quarter of an hour.

"But if this son doesn't think like this, what else can he think. Now who in the entire princess's mansion doesn't know that the flower slave has become the nobleman's forbidden body, if I hadn't helped the flower slave a few times, maybe the flower slave doesn't even know who the son is, and the flower slave has always been a little white-eyed wolf who turned over and didn't recognize people in the child's heart. The begonia flower cream on the green eyebrows and red lips has already entered the mouths of the two, and there is only a little left, and they are even more annoyed when they see that people don't speak.

"If Childe thinks like this, the slave has nothing to explain." The red lips were half pursed, and the corners of the underwear were quickly untied.

Like the three scumbags who are not responsible and shake the pot to speak.

"Oh, what kind of flower slave just got up from the bed and didn't recognize people, but don't forget who is serving in bed to make the flower slave want to die and be happy, the flower slave doesn't want to learn from Chen Shimei who abandoned his wife and children." The man on the bed hooked his sideburns with his fingertips and played with them in a variety of ways, but the words blurted out were not forgiving at all, more like aggressive.

"Childe, please be cautious!" The tall young man who was already dressed seemed to be angry, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The always clear voice is a little dumb at the moment, more and more cool and alienated, and more sexy and sultry. Cui Mei knew that this villain was angry, but she was softly touched by this appearance, and her heart was even softer. His cheeks flushed slightly, and then he softened his tone; "Alright, alright, got it. But this son is a little angry, obviously the flower slave has me in his heart, and the son also has a flower slave in his heart, but who knows that he has become a person who even cheats secretly, and he has to worry about whether he will be reassured. Isn't this now, I can't get over my addiction? At the end of the words, even he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Since the son is not well, the slave will leave first if he has something to do later." He Dangli's skin is extremely well maintained, it can be broken by blowing, and the skin is like congealed fat. Just touching it so hard will leave a shallow red mark.

What's more, she still goes to practice martial arts every day, and when she takes a medicinal bath, some wounds and marks will always be exposed to her. Fortunately, although this man is bold, he has a sense of proportion and will not leave a mark on her.

This is undoubtedly the most satisfying for her.

"The flower slave is annoyed by the son, but I also don't choose to say anything because I have the flower slave in my heart." Cui Mei then got up and put on a green light veil at random, swayed away, and slowly walked behind the girl who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror and was about to tie her hair, smiling ambiguously; "The appearance of the flower slave is getting better and better, and even the son sometimes can't help but feel like he wants to damage the flower slave in the bed, and the snow-white frost skin is full of traces of his own brand."

Touching the woman's shiny black green silk, she kissed her pious and lightly. Then he picked up the carved lily wrapped peony mahogany comb on the mahogany dresser, combed his thin and soft long hair slowly, neatly pulled up a man's sideburns, and asked casually, saying; "However, Childe is a man even if he is generous, and he will be a little possessive, and the flower slave should understand." When the man said that, Xu thought of some unpleasant picture, his hand became stronger and stronger, and the place where his hair stood up was a little painful.

At this time, the girl in front of her responded helplessly, probably afraid that Cuimei didn't hear it, and gently patted the back of Cuimei's hand to show comfort.

Cui Mei felt the movement of her hand, and immediately looked like a kitten with its tail smoothed. With a smile in his eyebrows, his eyes were watery, he put his head against He Dangli's shoulders, and hugged He Dangli's neck with both hands behind his back, becoming more and more obsessed.

"As long as the flower slave does not betray the childe, the son will naturally not do anything harmful to the flower slave."

"What's more, we had already said it when we signed the agreement, and I only wanted Hua Nu from beginning to end."

"Hmm."

He Dangli, who was dressed in a hibiscus dark pattern robe, stood quietly in front of the bronze mirror, with a gentle and gentle action of his eyebrows. His eyes were slightly closed, and his long black eyelashes trembled slightly, but he couldn't see the look clearly.

She didn't know how she had made a deal with Cuimei in the first place, and even now that she looked back, it was still a deal with the tiger.

But after all, it is not a loss, not to mention that her body has already been completely dirty, and even she herself is disgusted.

She was even more perverted and distorted, thinking about what it would be like if that nobleman learned that her body had been touched by a lowly person, it must have been very interesting to think about. It's really looking forward to it, even if it's a stupid trick to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, she still uses it without hesitation.

Outside the crystal curtain, the snow scene of Jinling with layers of snow on the pear blossom branches is just a hundred flowers and remnants, only the plum is proud and fragrant.

The hand without a snow jacket stretched out from the cuffs of the cotton robe, trying to catch the snow-white spotless petals, but when he stretched out his hand, the whole person shivered a little from the cold.

The eyes are half-drooping, and a tear mole under the eyelid is empty and real, with endless cold alienation. This year's snow is still as heavy as in previous years, and it is so cold and biting, even the heat at the exit of Ha will turn into white mist in an instant.

Hua Mingyu Guan Xue, Ye Nuan Golden Window Smoke, the most appropriate for the occasion.

"Dude." Two maids in peach-colored skirts and pigtails couldn't help blushing when they saw people coming from afar.

"Hmm." A slight bow of the head should be a gift.

"The playboy is going to look for the eldest princess, but the slave just saw that the eldest princess left the house today, and she may not be able to come back for a while." When one of the little maids saw where she was going, she couldn't help but say something.

"Okay, thank you." The voice is as clear as water, like the murmuring of water in the mountains, and like the sound of snow falling down when the snow bends the plum branches.

The bones are distinct, and the white and slender hands grasp the polished bamboo umbrella handle. Walking in the snowy field has long become an unforgettable beauty for many people in their lifetimes.

When they walked away, the two little girls under the eaves blushed and whispered.

"That boy was born really good-looking, I have never seen such an immortal when I was so old, and even the other sons in the house are not as good as that playboy." The melon seed face, the delicate little girl's eyes were full of obsession, even if the scarlet figure had gone away, but she still couldn't help but stick to the disappearing moon cave door.

"Don't think about it, even if that son is good-looking, he won't see if it's something that we people can think about." pursed his lips, and his heart felt like some bitter and unwilling bubbles were constantly bubbling out.

"I know, but I just can't help but sigh, after all, that boy is really good-looking. I'm afraid it's a little more glamorous than the Oiran and the first beauty in Jinling City that are rumored in the outside world. ”

"That boy is indeed extremely beautiful." It's so beautiful that even these women can't afford to be jealous, let alone the kind of feminine beauty without half of the masculinity.

The snow is still falling, and the branches are full of snow-white scenes, covered in silver, as if carved from ice and snow.

In the past two years, as her status has risen, even the treatment is extraordinary.

is no longer even the flower slave who everyone can practice and deceive, but needs to be honored as a son when he sees it.

After stepping out of the courtyard where Cuimei lived, he walked alone in the snow with a dark green and red plum oil paper umbrella, leaving a series of deep or shallow footprints behind him. Pure white snowflakes fell from the sky, and even though she held an umbrella, even the corners of her robe and the tips of her hair were still a little stained.

There are some things that you can't dodge, no matter how you dodge.