"Nangong Yan!"

"Phew-" The reins were pulled, and the horse raised its head to the sky and roared, stopping sharply, and raising the yellow dust in the sky.

"Nangong Yan!" Xiuniang's hair is messy, her coiled hair is spread out, three thousand green silks, fluttering in the wind, when she brushes her cheeks, she can still smell the faint fragrance of the woman.

"Hahaha-" Nangong Yan smiled unkindly, "Xiuniang, it's so ugly!" The makeup is all spent! ”

Nangong Yan's slender fingers brushed her hair, and the soft touch made his heart feel soft.

Looking at the woman in front of him with a flushed face and messy makeup, he actually felt ...... It's kind of cute.

"It's not all you! Nangong Yan! What the hell are you bringing me to this place for? Send me back! Xiuniang was resentful, and she left behind all the respectful and inferior etiquette, and called Nangong Yan by her name and scolded her.

This person is too challenging her bottom line!

Looking around, he had taken her out of the city, surrounded by strange sights.

She lives in the splendid workshop all the year round, and has been accompanied by needlework all her life, although she has heard of green mountains and green waters, and has embroidered thousands of rivers and mountains, but she has never seen it.

Jincheng has never been out, let alone paraded all over the world.

The splendid rivers and mountains under the needle are just looking at other people's paintings and embroidering what I think from the bottom of my heart.

Therefore, my sister often said that although her embroidery work is exquisite and her skills are superb, she lacks a little spirit.

The spirit of the mountain, the spirit of the water.

The mountains are majestic and heavy, and the rivers are vast and surging.

She hadn't seen it, she didn't understand it, and she didn't think much of what her sister said.

All the people say that she is the best embroiderer in Jincheng, the best embroidery in the south, her embroidery, hard to buy, unparalleled in the world.

What does it matter if Reiki is not Aura?

Only today did I understand that Sister Ah was right. Her mountain and river embroidery is very different from the real mountain and river, and the difference is in the spirit.

I don't know how many years this mountain has stood in front of me, maybe a thousand years, maybe ten thousand years.

It's calm, it's magnoly. It's silent, it's silent. But it has stood here for thousands of years.

The green peaks are thin and the clouds are cold, and the thousand birds linger back into the cliff.

Thousands of living beings have since then, and the lonely barren mountains have been grandiose.

"How about it, Xiuniang, come out for a walk, but you still have a heart?" Nangong Yan smiled evilly, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes shone brightly.

Xiuniang came back to her senses, and saw him laugh loudly, and the corners of her eyes twitched.

Walking? Walk and blow her to the point of falling apart, this is going to run, and she can't turn into ashes?

Straightened the placket a little, and didn't bother to repair it, so he only spoke flatly, and his tone was a little depressed, "Thank you for your kindness, but Xiuniang really can't be idle, she doesn't have time and energy, and she doesn't have the blessing to accompany the three kings to reward this great river and mountain, and ask the three kings to raise their noble hands, don't take Xiuniang to joke, there are thousands of women in the world, why should the three kings pester Xiuniang and not let go?" ”

Watch her flush dissipate and become cold and detached.

Nangong Yan's brows furrowed, and he was a little angry in his heart.

This woman is too ignorant!

"Alas! What are you doing! ”

A large hand struck her fair cheek, and the backing hand was pressed back by the other steady and powerful hand, and then—a pain in her face.

"Shhhhh You let go! Xiuniang wrinkled her brows and wrenched his hand angrily, but this damn guy was quite strong, and he pinched her face.

Xiuniang's face is blue.

If she could, she would be able to smoke from her head.

Seeing her calm and waveless face become angry, Nangong Yan let go of her hand, seeing that the place on her face that had been pinched was already red.

Nangong Yan smiled with satisfaction, pulled her closer, and said in her ear, "Xiuniang, I still like to see you, with a ruddy face." ”

Xiuniang trembled slightly, afraid of having too much contact with him, but she didn't dare to move.

"Gone! This is not the main drama of the day! With that, Nangong Yan pulled Xiuniang and ran.

"Nangong Yan! What do you do? Xiu Niang was so angry that she couldn't break free, so she had no choice but to run with the corner of her skirt.

"Just keep up!"