The sun sets, the evening rainbow dyes half of the sky, and the sunset is the most beautiful to see on the evergreen peak.

In fact, the lady is also a playful person in private, but the aunt is strict and trains her to be a lady. This time I finally came out, and the excitement in my heart also jumped out, and asked Qing Huan to find a kite to walk.

Walking, as the name suggests, is to drag on the ground and walk, and she hasn't learned how to fly a kite yet.

As soon as I walked out of the instrument gate, I saw a looming fire behind the rockery.

A few people approached curiously, but it was Li's mother squatting there.

She was holding a brazier and a stack of paper money charms on the ground, and she was shaking her words as she burned her mouth, but she didn't know what she was saying.

Jiao Niang made a silent gesture to Shui Xiang Qinghuan and quietly walked closer.

"Third aunt, you are already dead, go and reincarnate quickly, don't stay in the sun. If your life is not good, you can only blame your poor life, and you will invest in a good family in your next life. ”

The voice came faintly, but not really. Jiao Niang hid behind the rockery and slowly approached her, trying to hear her clearly.

"The slave will often burn paper for you in the future, recite scriptures and pray for you, you must not come to pester me, in fact, you should understand that I am also very helpless, and I don't want to kill you. ”

Shui Xiang and Qing Huan's eyes widened at the same time, and Qing Huan almost screamed, thanks to Shui Xiang's eyes, she quickly covered her mouth.

"I can't eat or sleep these days, and when I close my eyes, I see you coming to me. Third aunt, slave and maid, please don't torture me anymore, you have done good things all your life, let go of the slave and maid when you die, if you want revenge, go and find -"

Speaking of the point, the voice suddenly stopped, and Jiao Niang almost rushed out, to ask her who was the person who instructed her.

Although she can be sure of Ji's, she wants to hear her say it with her own ears!

Seeing this, Shui Xiang grabbed her arm and raised her face at the person who came on the other side, "Girl, it's Chang'an Hou and the fourth girl." ”

The person who killed the aunt was about to come out, just in time for this time, Mother Li saw someone coming, and immediately packed up her things and slipped away, Jiao Niang could only let go of this opportunity and punched on the rockery.

Chang'anhou and Rou Niang came all the way to talk and laugh, Rou Niang smiled shyly, Chang'an Hou said a word, she nodded in agreement, interjected from time to time, and the two looked at each other and talked very happily.

Jiao Niang has no good impression of this Chang'an Hou, although she is handsome and quite literate, she is a passionate person. He never refuses or promises to every woman who admires him, but just enjoys this kind of admiration. Chatting with this one, fighting against that one's poetry, under the guise of learning from each other, doing romantic rhymes.

The nickname of the first genius in Beijing is actually a false appearance, Jiao Niang has read his articles and poems, but Erer.

But most people in the world are confused by appearances, and adding a little more literary brilliance can make those people confused. Moreover, the nobles in Beijing are vain, and the Marquis of Chang'an is hot at the moment, whether they really like his color or sink his literary talent, they are all successive servants and contenders, and everyone is vying for it.

He is also good at acting, his wife died of illness the year before last, so he vowed to keep filial piety for her for three years and not marry, such an affectionate character design makes those simple girls fascinated by him.

No, there are two girls in the Hua family who are confused about him.

Jiao Niang was upset by Li's mother's unfinished words, and she didn't even have the interest in watching the sunset and flying kites, and was about to go back to the room, when she saw Wan Niang's personal maid Fang'er running over and handing Chang'an Hou a letter.

It may be that Rou Niang is by his side, but he didn't open it, and still laughed with Rou Niang.

Jiao Niang's eyes fell on the letter he had put into his sleeve, slowly recalling the vague memories of his previous life.

The corners of his mouth raised, and he had an idea.

Here, when Rou Niang saw Chang'an Hou accept the letter, she secretly hated it in her heart, Wan Niang was too shameless, she actually gave it to each other privately, and she would let her father know about it when she turned around.

She smiled softly and said in a soft voice: "Won't Master Hou see what the second sister wrote for you?"

Chang'an Hou looked directly into her eyes, "It's nothing more than poetry and songs, it's not too late to look at it when I go back to the room." ”

"The second sister has been working poetry recently, and she has invited Mr., she must have made great progress. This is all thanks to Hou Ye, since she made friends with Hou Ye, the second sister will be obsessed with poetry and books, otherwise she will never touch it in her life. ”

She smiled slowly, with a breeze on her face, and a strand of hair sticking to her face, adding to her charm, "It's a pity that she started late, and she has never been interested in this area before, otherwise wouldn't it be nice to invite her out to chant poetry together today." ”

In front of such a soft beauty, Chang'an Hou's gaze is even deeper, he enjoys the love of women, enjoys the jealousy of women for him, and it can be seen that Rou Niang praises Wan Niang clearly, but does not break it.

Stretched out his hand, brushed away the strand of hair, his fingers slowly slid on Rou Niang's face, and his voice was low and emotional, "Isn't it okay to have only the two of us?"

Everywhere his fingers went, like a prairie fire, Rou Niang's cheeks were hot, and her shyness was even stronger, she raised her eyes to look at Chang'anhou, and quickly lowered her head, "I thought Chang'anhou preferred the second sister." ”

Chang'an Hou's fingers slid to Rou Niang's chin and lifted it up, making her look at him, "You are more beautiful, more gentle, and more talented." ”

Rou Niang's heart was beating hard, and she was beating vigorously as if she was about to jump out. She was temperamental and made herself more calm, "But the second sister is a concubine, I am just a concubine, Chang'an Hou and the second sister are the right match, and their identities match." ”

"A person's nobility is never in the family background, if the family is right, is it possible that I still want to marry a princess and a county lord?"

The mother of the Marquis of Chang'an is the eldest princess of Chuyang, who is the sister of the saint today, and her grandmother is also the princess of the first emperor's dynasty.

Rou Niang bit her lip shyly, her cheeks were as if she had eaten rouge, such a mood was tempting.

Chang'an Hou swallowed his throat, took Rou Niang's hand, and put it in his heart.

Rou Niang struggled a few times, but still not as strong as him. Her hand was on his clothes, and although she was through the fabric, she seemed to be sticking to his skin, and her palms were hot.

She didn't dare to look up at him, her eyes fell on his Adam's apple, and his voice was in her ear, "Do you know what is the most important?"

Rou Niang shook her head.

Chang'an Hou Mo held her hand, "It's the heart." ”

Rou Niang felt Chang'an Hou slowly lower her head, getting closer and closer to her face, she held her breath, closed her eyes, and slowly raised her head to meet his Wen Cun.

But out of time, suddenly a silver bell-like laughter appeared and broke the good atmosphere, and Chang'an Hou let go of her hand and took a few steps back.

Rou Niang's heart couldn't help but feel cold, and she turned to look at the culprit angrily, but saw a woman behind the rockery running out backwards while holding a kite spool.