Purple Pavilion "May I ask who you are......" The woman spoke with a slight southern accent. At first glance, the two of them were obviously a little surprised.

Fu Quan is about to speak. Huai Sleeve stepped forward first, arched his hand and smiled: "My surname is Huai Ming. You look inward and say that Huai Gongzi is."

When the woman heard this, she spoke. Sideways glance at the two master and servant with sleeves. Slightly owed. Turn around and walk back into the courtyard.

Fuquan stood behind his sleeve. Whispered, "Girl. Let's not go in. You saw it, too. You don't know this family."

Folded fan in the sleeve and shake gently. He smiled lightly: "Since it's here. There is no reason not to go in? Even if you don't recognize it. It's also good to make friends."

Fu Quanjian can not be persuaded again. I had to be silent and quietly stand beside him.

Not too much. The woman who had just gone in came out again. Open both street doors. Gentle smile: "My master said. Huai Gongzi is a distinguished guest. Waiting for you in the main hall. Inside please."

Arms sleeve heard. I was slightly surprised that the owner of this household really recognized her. Nodding slightly, stride towards the courtyard.

Fuquan suddenly said to the woman: "Since you know that my son-in-law is a distinguished guest. Why don't you come out and greet you personally?"

The woman was immediately speechless. Frowning. Turning around, he scolded: "Fuquan. Don't be rude."

Fu Quan saw that his face was unhappy. Hang your face and say no more. But there was still dissatisfaction in his expression.

Huai Sleeve knows that he is blessed, and he is not reckless in his words and actions on weekdays. Today it is. It must have been because I was unhappy when I came here yesterday. He didn't say much, but went inward.

The sleeve followed the woman to the front of the main hall. I vaguely saw someone sitting inside. The room is dimly lit. She couldn't see the man's face for a moment.

The woman stopped at the door of the hall. Turning around, he bowed to his sleeves and said, "Childe, please enter the hall. I'll make you tea." After speaking. The woman turned and went away.

Huai Sleeve paused slightly. Stride up the stairs and walk into the hall. Fuquan followed. His brows furrowed as he stared at the person sitting in the hall.

Walk into the main hall with sleeves in your arms. When you get a clear picture of what you're looking for. Embarrassed, his cheeks suddenly turned crimson. Hurry up and pin your face to the side.

It turned out that there were two people sitting at the top of the hall in the hall. A woman sits in a man's arms. Man with one arm around woman's waist. The other hand wanders on its back. The two of them whispered softly. Moaning incessantly. Some people don't seem to be retreating when they come in.

The woman had her back to her sleeve. Sitting in the man's arms just happened to block the man's face. Huai Sleeve couldn't see the faces of the two for a while. But when I saw this scene, I felt ashamed and embarrassed. Standing is not going out or not. I was at a loss for a moment.

The Fu Quan behind him did not expect to come to the door in person today. I met this scene. I couldn't help but shout angrily: "In broad daylight. You are not ashamed."

Fu Quan said a word. The frolicking man and woman were silent. The woman turned. The soft peach blossom beauty glanced at the sleeve standing behind her. He sneered at the man, "Look at you. Everybody is coming. You're just tired of it."

The woman stood up from the man's bosom. Pulled the tulle placket that had half faded to the shoulders. Cover the exposed half of the snow-white delicate shoulders.

The woman walked up to her sleeve. He bowed down and said, "I don't know if the noble man suddenly came to the door. There is a long way to go. I hope that the nobles will not be worried."

Sleeves at this time. Although his cheeks are still stained with crimson. See this two separated. The mood is much calmer. He said politely to the woman: "It was me who came out of nowhere. Disturb first."

The words fell. The sleeves were slowly raised, and the clear eyes looked at the man in the upper seat. Just this one look. The blood on his face faded in a flash. The water eyes stared at the person opposite. Thin lips are almost in a line.

The pestle stood still for a long time. Only then did he spit out two words: "...... It's you."

Original. A person in the hall who is intimate with a woman. It was Nalan Rongruo.

Rong Ruo stood face to face with his sleeve at this time. Looking at the jade face with the blood faded in his arms. I was not moved in the slightest. Instead, he stretched out his arm and took the woman next to him into his arms again.

Twisted on the woman's fair and delicate cheeks. Rong Ruo laughed and said, "It's just a person. You're twisting like that. Why didn't I see you so shy last night?"

The woman looked back at her sleeve. The arm gently pushed Rong Ruo's chest. He said softly, "Since there is a guest coming. You should be with you." Say it. still calmly struggled out of his arms.

The woman saw the woman bringing the teacup. He personally stepped forward and walked to the side of his sleeve and said, "Childe, please sit down and drink tea."

I seem to have forgotten where I am at this moment. I also forgot about my own childish dress. Apricot eyes. Only hovering between Rong Ruo's handsome eyebrows.

But no matter how delicate her insight is, it's as silky as silk. But no trace of the past has been caught. The face in front of her is like the tip of her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes. Awe-inspiring temperament. There is a feeling of coolness.

"Is it really you?" The arms cuff forced down the emotions that rose and fell violently in the chest. He asked.

Rong Ruo's thin lips hooked up a light smile. He whispered, "Hearing is false. To see is to believe. The princess has seen it with her own eyes. Why bother asking this more?"

Rong Ruo's voice Princess Master spoke. The woman standing next to her looked slightly startled. Like a stream of water that is thrown into the ears of the sleeves. Sure enough, I saw that there was an ear hole on the pearl-like earlobe.

The woman is enlightened. It turned out that the handsome little son in front of him was the princess of the Holy Imperial Seal.

"Why?" The water in his sleeves gradually lost his temperature. Quiet as a cold pool. Words are like ice.

Rong Ruo heard Huai Sleeve ask. He looked up and laughed, "Ha. The princess asked well. Are you trying to ask me why Nalan Rongruo is so affectionate?"

When Rong Ruo speaks. Step by step, I forced to the sleeve. Rather than stopping only half a step apart.

Stretch out your hand and gently hold the tip of your sleeve's soft white chin. Rong Ruo sighed with emotion: "Such a red makeup. What man doesn't shake when he looks at it. I can't ask for it. Isn't it okay to settle for the next best? You enjoy the emperor's grace in the palace. What's wrong with me trying to find my own pleasure?"

Listen to these words in your arms. I felt a thunderstorm in my chest, and there was nowhere to be relieved.

Rong Ruo's fingers ran over her white cheeks. It was like a fuse that ignited the resentment of the blood in his sleeve.

"Smack." A loud sound. Everyone present was stunned. Fuquan and the woman standing next to him all raised their eyes to look at Rong Ruo. I saw that a clear anthurium mark had been reflected on the left side of his face.

"Girl......" Fuquan called lightly. Seeing that his sleeve body shook. Immediately on the rescue.

At this moment, the heart of the sleeve is like a cold cave for thousands of years. Light as a wisp. Breath like a gossamer. Dead into emptiness, but only the eyes are astringent. It turned out that there were no tears when I was distressed to the extreme......

Barely leaning on Fuquan's arm. Lowering your eyes to cover the gloomy flowers in your eyes. The moment of turning to the layman. Slender shoulders tremble like a dead leaf in the frost.

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