Wan Wan didn't know that her male god had once stared at her on the night of Shangyuan, and her life was going on as usual after the three-day lantern festival. Eat a rose wine candy every morning, practice that knife technique seriously, and then go out to go to the value.

The undercurrent in the middle of the court is turbulent, and Wan Wan doesn't care. She just has to do a good job of the things that Emperor Yan Sheng explained, and the rest of the time is spent watching gossip, watching the fierce little brother, thinking about the male god, and thinking about whether to buy a horse to travel or get a carriage.

I lived such a comfortable and regular life for most of the month.

On this day, Wan Wan was on duty, and when she walked out of the door, she saw that the original clear sky had turned into a dense cloud at some point, and it looked like it was about to rain.

She turned her steps and walked quickly to the depths of the Tianmen Mansion.

The dormitory where Ming Wanwan once lived was not occupied by others, and sometimes she would still go there to rest when she was too late. That room has always belonged to Ming Wanwan. The last time Wan Wan stayed at the Heavenly Gate, she swept out an oil-paper umbrella under the table.

When she went to the room and took out her umbrella, the rain began to fall, mixed with scattered snow foam, and hung between the sky and the earth.

Wan Wan opened her umbrella and began to walk home leisurely. This umbrella is extraordinarily wide, keeping out the rain. Wan Wan hid under the umbrella so comfortably, even this rain felt a little beautiful.

In the rain, a few brocade catchers occasionally ran by, and saw her stop and salute as usual. Wan Wan smiled and waved her hand, signaling that they didn't need to be polite and hurry back to avoid the rain.

Everything, all normal.

However, when Wan Wan walked slowly by, several brocade catchers quickly saw the patterns drawn on her umbrella, and without exception, they all showed a look of wanting to speak and stopping.

These all happened behind Wan Wan, she naturally didn't know, and she still walked slowly while watching the rain leisurely. Just walked out of the gate of heaven all the way and walked through the streets and alleys.

In the twilight, the pattern on the oil-paper umbrella above her head was a little blurry, but a closer look could still make out that it was painted with a clump of white thatch.

Pedestrians on the street came and went in a hurry, and it was the time for the shift change, and Wan Wan met a few familiar faces. Normally, this is the case with a nod to each other, or a salute to her and it passes. Today, Wan Wan found that they were still turning their heads to look at her after saluting.

What's going on?

Why, they all found themselves beautiful!

These days, she has been practicing constantly, and the muscles that had begun to soften have become strong again. Unexpectedly, it is sturdy, but the lines are gradually becoming suitable and beautiful. Her skin is much better, and with Jin Ying's skillful hands, she is looking better and better day by day.

Come to think of it, all the hard work has accumulated into a relatively obvious effect. That's why these people pay attention frequently.

The more Wan Wan thought about it, the more she felt that it was like that, and her waist couldn't help but stand taller, quite complacent.

As she walked past a restaurant, the middle-aged scribe upstairs who was opening the window to enjoy the rain and composing poems suddenly paused, stared at her back for a moment, and then chuckled.

The people who sat with him were puzzled and asked one after another. The scribe was silent, but gestured down with his eyes. The men stood up and followed his gaze. One of them suddenly exclaimed, "This is ......." ”

He quickly stopped talking, exchanged a look with the people sitting with him, and chuckled.

At the moment, there are not many guests sitting in the restaurant, only two tables near the window. They laughed, and the whole floor was filled with laughter. After a while, someone asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?" ”

The person who asked was a well-dressed young man, who was pushing open the door of the private room with a folding fan in his hand, and leaned out to look at them.

Someone by the window immediately got up and bowed to him: "It turned out to be General Yao, who disturbed the little general's prosperity at the inferior level." ”

The young man known as General Yao Xiao looked at him, his face confused, obviously not recognizing this person. However, he didn't ask deeply, this capital city recognized him more, could he still know it all. The young man surnamed Yao was a little impatient to be polite with them. He was impatient, so he threw off his steps and walked to another window, pushing open the window to look in.

"But a woman with an umbrella is very funny!"

The previous man was not annoyed when he saw him behaving like this, and still said with a smile: "Little general, take a closer look at who it is?" ”

The young man surnamed Yao looked at it again and said hesitantly: "That's ,...... Ming is always caught? ”

The man explained in a somewhat playful manner: "There is an allusion in this, and the little general may have never heard of it. ”

At this point, the crowd in front of the window laughed again, and this time the laughter was even more mocking. Someone shook his head and read it, "Self-shepherding, beautiful and different." The bandit girl is beautiful, and the beauty is beautiful. ”

After reading it, he stood up, and raised his arm slightly to make a posture of a storyteller, "This white grass can ......." ”

As soon as this man spat out four words, he was smashed on the back of the head by a flask flying through the air. Caught off guard, the whole person was smashed, and a face was just buried in the fish soup on the table.

The man was very annoyed, raised his head and shook the soup on his face and shouted angrily, "Which sneak attack? ”

He was answered by an eerie silence. He wiped his face and followed the gaze of the crowd. I saw a noble son with a light fur and a slow belt walking out of the private room, and a pair of peach blossom eyes squinted at him, "Go back by yourself, or wait for the master to fight again?" ”

The voice was so good, the man with a face full of fish soup dared to swear that it was the best sound he had ever heard. However, this beautiful voice did not convey half of his pleasure, on the contrary, it made him feel like eating yellow lotus. No, he had to lie back on the table aggrieved and bury his face back in the fish soup.

The young man surnamed Yao was even more puzzled, but his face was more excited than he was at the moment, and he couldn't help but clap his hands again and again: "Interesting, interesting!" Brother Hengzhi's trick is really interesting. ”

The corners of Feng Qingcheng's lips curled and he didn't say anything. He walked past the young man surnamed Yao and walked to the person at the table, "Who laughed first?" ”

No one answered, everyone's eyes sold the person who laughed first. The man arched his hand and was about to say something, when he felt a flower in front of him, his face was hammered by gravity, his head was dazed for a while, and half of his body almost fell downstairs. When he regained his form, his two front teeth fell before he could speak.

Someone hurriedly said on the side: "Feng Shizi, this is the counselor of the Chu Palace. ”

When he said this, Feng Qingcheng jumped out of the window as if he hadn't heard it at all, and swept through the rain curtain with light skills.

Don't mention the king of Chu, the young man surnamed Yao of the king of Chu became unhappy. For no other reason, the only sister of this young man surnamed Yao married King Qin as a concubine. He is the poor brother-in-law of King Qin who was beaten half to death by his father because of the battle of his brother-in-law.

He has a fire in his heart. The brother-in-law of the king of Chu can't beat it, but the king of Chu's counselor can always fight it. This counselor just laughed at the imperial court officials, and sent the handle to the door, and if he didn't make a move, it would be a mallet.

The young man surnamed Yao was shocked, and he used his fists and kicks in this restaurant.