(44) Usage

The east courtyard of the first village in the world suddenly became lively, and the treasures and good things like flowing water, silk and satin moved into the east courtyard, and others only thought that Ling Wuxin had a new preference, and the most important thing in the first village in the world was silver, and it could withstand his squandering like this.

Ling Wuxin in the East Courtyard became cold, no longer appearing near Mo Qingqian every day, almost ignoring her, only those treasures and good things, all the silk and satin were given to Mo Qingqian, she didn't want it, so they were all piled up in front of her door, He Sisi was afraid of the wind and sun, and moved into his room one by one, only saying that he accepted it on behalf of Limo.

Mo Qingqian didn't know what Ling Wuxin meant by this move, whether he was thanking her for healing his mother or sending her away.

Even she didn't know it, but He Sisi could see that she had been so cold that her surroundings could freeze, so she didn't even dare to get close, it was better to wrap herself in an extra quilt and sleep.

Mo Qingqian felt that all these changes seemed to start with the appearance of the person in Ling Wuxin's atrium.

Is it because it is boneless?

She didn't know what was wrong, she would secretly inquire about who the person who appeared in Ling Wuxin's atrium was, charming and gorgeous, soft as boneless, what a good name, dressed in red and swaggering, how similar to Ling Wuxin's temperament, it was not surprising that he had such a confidante.

Every time I think of this possibility, Mo Qingqian only feels that people's hearts are cold, obviously he was still proving his mind to himself a few days ago, what does he mean now, do you use these gold and silver jewelry to send yourself away?

But in what capacity can she question him, they just met in Pingshui, and their fate was shallow.

"Leave the girl, my son-in-law said that the plum blossoms in the courtyard are blooming, please ask the girl to come over."

Mo Qingqian was thinking that there was no excuse to find Ling Wuxin, and the little maid in the East Courtyard came to ask her, and it was just the right time.

It was rare for her expression to ease, and the little girl who saw it was stunned for a while, this girl was really more beautiful than a fairy when she was gentle.

Mo Qingqian went to He Sisi's room and brought the smallest and lightest white hosta in her room, she thought that she was not at Ling Wuxin's invitation, but just to return these things to him.

He Sisi rolled on the bed with nothing to do, seeing that Mo Qingqian had been refusing to accept those things, and at this time he came to get them again, and instantly became interested, and hurriedly asked, "Where are you going to leave my sister?" ”

"Ling Wuxin said that the plum blossoms are blooming."

Horcis's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he jumped up in an instant, finally having something to do. But when I thought about it, she and Ling Wuxin secretly formed an alliance, isn't this an opportunity for her sister and Ling Wuxin to be alone, it doesn't seem appropriate for her to go.

Then Hosei rolled back to the bed in a huff, and said resentfully, "Go ahead, I'm not interested." ”

"Hmm." Mo replied lightly and left.

Coming to a plum garden, Mo Qingqian felt that the first village in the world was really big, Guangling Wuxin had such a big plum garden in the east courtyard, the white plum was like snow, and the red plum was like blood, adding a piece of beauty to this cold winter.

Under this beauty, wearing a pretty pink Fang Rou, with snow feather shoulders, wearing a milky white mixed with pink satin skirt, rusty water patterns, nameless colors, irregularly made of many gold and silver lines of snow beaver fluff, the slender waist is not enough to hold Yingying, showing a delicate figure.

The overlapping hands, the ten nails are dyed with lilac hyacinths, the cherry mouth vermilion is not dotted but bright, the double earrings are made by Pei Lingling, like a curtain of shining hair, and the hair is gently pulled into a slanted plough bun, on which a delicate hanging hairpin is obliquely inserted.

Ling Wuxin is wearing an ink-colored robe, the robe is exposed with silver hollow hibiscus trim, the ice blue robe inside is made of fine silk, the waist is tied with a jade belt, the snow-white piping embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns and the mutton fat jade hairpin on his head complement each other, the extraordinary figure of a gorgeous noble son, the smile is quite a bit of a merry young man's Tong Da, the chin is slightly raised, and a pair of peach blossom eyes are like a galaxy of splendor.

This picture is a little more beautiful than the plum blossoms in the garden. Ling Wuxin probably didn't invite himself to enjoy the flowers, but more like enjoying the scenery under the flowers.

Mo Qingqian felt that there was a boulder in his heart oppressing, falling heavily from the top and falling to the bottom, and it hurt to smash.

One is charming and boneless, the other is gentle, Ling Wuxin is really glamorous, so why bother to provoke yourself and show yourself.

The boulder at the bottom of my heart seemed to be roasted again, and it was unbearable.

She took out the hairpin, like a silver needle that she was used to, and threw it out, just past Ling Wuxin's eyes, and inserted it into Fang Rou's bun, with precise force, without disturbing a trace of Fang Rou's hair.

Ling Wuxin had long known that Mo was coming over lightly, and deliberately waited quietly, wanting to see how she would react when she saw that she was close to other women, angry, jealous or sad?

This time he made a move, and he couldn't help but praise a sentence of "good skills" in his heart, and sure enough, it was the woman he fancied, it seemed that he was going to be angry.

Mo Qingqian's heart was like a huge wave rolling, but his face was extremely well controlled, and he couldn't recognize what emotion it was.

"You're here from the girl, is this a meeting gift for Sister Rou'er, it's so familiar." Ling Wuxin changed from the scoundrel of the past, and called her a girl, so alienated.

Fang Rou had all her thoughts on him since she saw Ling Wuxin, and only when she heard him open her mouth did she know that Limo had appeared, and she didn't feel an extra hairpin on her head, she just thought that the touch on her head just now was a soft breeze.

"I don't know what Childe means?" Mo asked coldly.

Fang Rou felt that this woman was really disappointed, she got along with her brother Wuxin, but she was ruined. With obvious displeasure on his face, he said loudly: "Brother Wuxin and I are here to enjoy the flowers, and you are a subordinate who came over without being summoned, which is really rude." ”

Ling Wuxin's face sank, although he was using Fang Rou to stimulate Mo Qingqian, but Fang Rou, a spoiled young lady, really didn't like what he said, he never regarded Mo Qingqian as a subordinate. It's just that when the play comes to this, you can't give up all your efforts, so I endured the displeasure in my heart and didn't show it too obviously.

Mo Qingqian never minded her identity and title, Fang Rou regarded her as a subordinate or a guard, she didn't care, because she had never looked at Fang Rou in her eyes, but Ling Wuxin actually turned a blind eye to what Fang Rou said, overnight, can a person change so much?

Mo Qingqian didn't speak, quietly waiting for Ling Wuxin's explanation

"I had her called." These words were obviously said to Fang Rou, "Listen to He Sisi, the soft sword of the girl is very good, and under the beautiful scenery today, Rou'er strokes a song, and dances a sword from the girl, isn't it beautiful." ”

"Hmph, the son is raised, and with Miss Fang here to accompany me, I won't be ugly. The things sent by Childe are now in Horcis's room, since you don't bother to explain to me what it means, I will return the hairpin to you, and I will not ask for anything you sent. With that, he turned and left.

Ling Wuxin was depressed, and after making trouble for a long time, she didn't ask if it was him and Fang Rou, she didn't mind at all? Instead, she was talking about the things that were sent, she didn't leave anything, and picked the hairpin alone, did she like that one very much? Ling Wuxin took advantage of Fang Rou's lack of attention, gently brushed it over her head, quietly took off the hairpin, and secretly put it away.