In the white moonlight, the black crows on the dead branches called very strangely.

"Ahh

A cold wind blew, and the black crow flapped its wings and flew away with a cry in its mouth.

The sound of the wheels of the carriage came from a distance, and Qinghe opened his blank eyes and was stunned without focus.

The carriage stopped beside her, and a pair of small white hands that pierced in the moonlight gently lifted the curtain of the carriage, and the groom respectfully lowered his eyes and reached out to help the people in the carriage down.

The first thing that fell into her eyes was a pair of feet with plain embroidered shoes and transparent feet. She looked at the feet in a daze, and hesitantly raised her eyes.

It was a woman of great beauty, unreal in beauty under the moon. The long cyan skirt is wrapped in a crow blue embroidered cape, with silky eyes and plump red lips. At this moment, she was looking down at her with a smile for a long time before she slowly spoke, "What's the matter?" How are you staying here? ”

Her voice is also good, it is the best voice Qinghe has ever heard. Gently rippling, like water can flow to the bottom of people's hearts. But the tone of the speech, with twists and turns, seems to have a sultry little hook, slow and leisurely, which can make the body half crispy.

Qinghe remembered the day her husband married the princess, the princess Jing'an who did not show up, would she be beautiful in front of her?

Then, Qinghe shook her head resolutely, somehow, she just felt that even the delicate Princess Jing'an, in front of a woman in a plain cloth dress and powder, was extremely half-pointed.

The woman's temperament is very complicated, soft with fairy, fairy and mixed with charm, but the pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes are as clear as water, plain clothes wrap the delicate body, and the whole person is spotless.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the woman frowned slightly, and the sadness between her eyebrows really didn't know how many men's hearts would be broken.

"What? Can't speak? ”

Qinghe shook his senses, with a little embarrassed flush on his face, and said, "I, I don't have a home......"

I'm afraid that if it's a woman, in front of her, she will be ashamed and can't raise her head, let alone her?

"Tsk, poor thing, is you homeless?" The woman's brows furrowed even tighter, her eyes showed pity, she nodded her red lips and thought for a while, and suddenly stroked her palm, "That's good, you have nowhere to go, would you like to go with me?" It's a cold day, and I don't know when it will rain, and you, a woman, can't let you linger alone, and there is not even a piece of rubble to cover the rain. ”

Qinghe stared, as if he didn't understand the woman's words too much, and muttered over and over again, "Follow, follow you?" I'm going to ...... with you."

The woman smiled, her beautiful face was brighter than the moonlight in the sky, "Yes, come with me, would you like it?" ”

"I—Can I?"

A jade white little hand stretched out directly in front of her eyes, swayed, the round nails were clean and lovely, she looked at the dirt in her nails that could not be washed off all year round, the palms were cracked and rough, and the color was yellow, compared with the white skin in front of her eyes that was about to glow, it was really a bright moon in the sky, and a sand on the ground.

She didn't dare to stretch out her hand, but the woman directly bent down and grabbed her hand and pulled her up.

"Hurry up, it's cold on the ground, we women, but take good care of ourselves."

A word tugged at her heartstrings, and she looked up to see that the woman had already stepped into the carriage and was waiting for her.

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