Hearing the familiar voice, Feng Miao didn't look back, hugged the plum bottle and shook it gently, smiled and continued to look at the treetops at the heights, "Who wants you to pick it?" I'm going to take off the Buddha statue to worship the Empress Dowager

"The Empress Dowager made a vow to offer to the Buddha, but she made you come out of the cold and suffer from the cold, if the Buddha saw it, I really don't know what to think." The man picked up the cloak that had slipped to the ground, shook it off gently, draped it on Feng Miao's body, and then walked around to her, leaning down to tie the ribbon on the cloak for her.

The man's body is long, much taller than Feng Miao, and the narrow-sleeved bearded clothes that are popular among the northern nobles are worn on him, which actually brings out a bit of immortal aura that is elegant and dusty. The pupils in a pair of eyes are extremely pure blue colors, like two pieces of beautiful jade, full of brilliance.

Just by listening to the voice, Feng Miao had already identified the person. When we first met when we were children, he was just a child who followed his family to meet the eldest princess of Boling. In a blink of an eye, he was already a famous deacon of Pingcheng, in charge of temple sacrifices and prayers. With a mysterious and noble temperament, the name HD Huan has become a topic of conversation among countless noble girls in Pingcheng. Those green eyes seem to be able to peek into the secrets of people's hearts.

"I'll come to ...... by myself" met the old man in the palace, and Feng Miao's mood also relaxed a little. The Feng family and the Gao family are the two famous families in Pingcheng and often come and go. Gao Huan is the adopted son of the Gao family, and Feng Miao has been friends with him since he was a child.

The slender fingers were flexibly tied, and the ribbon was just below Feng Miao's neck, turning into a just right knot. Seeing the marks on her chest being splashed with cold water, Gao Huan laughed softly, took out a plain white handkerchief, and handed it to her.

Feng Miao pinched the handkerchief and wiped it, and gave the plum bottle to Gao Huan's arms, "Help me take it, I want to pick the fully open branch on it." ”

Gao Gao Huan took the plum bottle, and only smiled slightly and said, "Be careful." ”

Feng Miao lifted the hem of her skirt, stepped on a bluestone in the corner of the wall, leaned out of the wall, and staggered up the scissors. I repeated the comparison several times, and I always felt bad.

She jumped down, took back the plum bottle, stuck out her tongue and smiled, "One branch is sparse and open, but the two branches are lively and crowded, which is not suitable for the Buddhist hall." That's it, don't pick it up. ”

The wind that jumped up in a moment blew her forehead hair, revealing mist-like eyebrows. Thin eyebrows, like two curved crescent moons. The eyes are dark and bright, the contours are round and beautiful, and the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, even if they don't move or smile, they also have a bit of a charm that seems to be disgusted and happy.

"Who is so unruly that they dare to come to the wall of Lanxiu Hall to pick flowers?" Feng Miao was just about to leave when she heard a sharp female voice coming from the other side of the corner. She held the plum vase, and as soon as she looked up, she saw a pair of embroidered shoes with gold thread hooks, walking over step by step.

Feng Miao held the plum bottle, it was inconvenient to make a big salute, so she could only bend down slightly, and replied with low eyebrows, "The slave maid was ordered by the Empress Dowager to pick flowers for the Buddha, and when she saw that the spring flowers here were blooming just right, she thought that the Empress Dowager liked it, so she picked a branch." Her voice is clear, with a bit of girlish sweetness and softness, which is very cute.

After saying these words, Feng Miao had a chance to raise his eyes. The woman looked at the eyes, she had never seen it before, and she must not have had any chance to walk around in front of the Queen Mother. The bright skirt is not as disciplined as an ordinary palace maid, but it is not as luxurious as a concubine, not to mention, I heard that the current emperor is only a fifteen-year-old boy, and he has not married any concubines at all.

Feng Miao frowned slightly, who is this beauty in front of her?

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