Chapter 4 Like a Dream and a Dream Makes People Sink

"Don't worry, the seven-step itch and the seven-step kill will definitely be left for you, and I'll let Tongzi send it to you when I go back." Hua Qianmo's eyes were clear, she didn't have to think about it, she knew what Mo Xiran was squirming for.

"Ha, Fourth Senior Sister, you are so good, you are the best and best Senior Sister, I will go and inform Fifth Senior Brother." Mo Xiran's starry eyes were bright, and he hurried out with a happy face, and the clever sable crawled to Mo Xiran's shoulder early, stretched out his paws and shook Hua Qianmo.

Mo Xiran blew a whistle in front of the door of the Alchemy Pavilion, so everyone saw a small animal following Mo Xi, and they left the Alchemy Pavilion one after another.

Hua Qianmo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone also breathed a sigh of relief, they only felt that the Alchemy Pavilion had been incomparably lively in the past few days.

Mo Xiran came, often not the meaning of a person, and a certain animal that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and those animals suddenly appeared without frightening people. The kitchen, the garden and even the bedroom were all damaged, the chickens and dogs jumped, and the crowd was tossed so that they wanted to cry without tears, not to mention the broken pots and pans and superb tea sets, and even the famous flowers and plants in the garden were not spared.

Everyone in the Alchemy Pavilion complained to Hua Qianmo about the feat of so-and-so, they didn't dare to call Mo Xiran's name directly, or they were angry or aggrieved or distressed, and they felt sorry for the flowers and plants they had carefully maintained, and they felt sorry for the damaged things in the Alchemy Pavilion.

Hua Qianmo could only look at the sky and sigh, Mo Xiran would not give up until she reached her goal, unless Mo Xiran was willing to give up, or she could find other more interesting things, at present, she could only comfort those disciples and servants without pain.

In fact, Hua Qianmo is afraid that she didn't realize one thing, she inadvertently connived at Mo Xiran's bottomless line, if someone else offended the Alchemy Pavilion a little, she would have died a few times, not to mention that person could still be tossed to this extent.

Hua Qianmo smiled shallowly, whispered to the medicine boy Tongzi, and walked out by himself.

Outside the Alchemy Pavilion is a blue pond, and the opposite side of the pool is the pear blossom forest. Standing here and looking at it from afar, the pear blossoms are dyed, and the snow color is full of the sky, which is beautiful but also cold.

Hua Qianmo's long hair is lightly pulled, the green clothes are lightly bundled, there is no superfluous modification, walking under the pear tree is like a fairy born from a pear blossom, the pear blossom is pale white, it should be cold and frosty, but because she is dyed a layer of green and elegant.

The disciples who passed by saw Hua Qianmo gently moving the lotus steps and floating in the heavy pear snow, and their eyes were amazed, demented, and obsessed.

In the Qibing Workshop, Su Ziqian, the fifth disciple of the eldest grandson Dielian, was meditating in the inner room, and he didn't feel that time was passing like water.

I don't know how long it took, but a moving picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The moonlight is charming, under the pear blossom tree, the woman in the green shirt is her, and the man in white is himself.

"Ziqian-" The woman's voice is as charming as silk entangled in the invisible, and it seems to be hooked and the soul is not lost.

Su Ziqian's heartbeat was out of control in an instant.

She just looked at him wholeheartedly, and his figure was reflected in her clear eyes.

The moment their eyes met and their eyes met, Su Ziqian felt his heartstrings tremble violently again.

The woman's ink silk flowed, dyed in green clothes, her cheeks were red like fire, and her body was like a soft vine tightly wrapped around him, at this time she was no longer as cold as frost and the moon was as light as a pear blossom, like a goblin, charming with indescribable temptation, oozing another peerless elegance.

At this moment, I am afraid that no one in this world can not be bewitched by this woman!

Su Ziqian smiled suddenly, her eyes were affectionate, her slender fingers ran down her black hair full of affection, and finally picked up a lock and put it on her lips and kissed it gently.

The scene in the painting is so wonderful that people can't help but sink in.