【Tomorrow's Update】

"A few times the flowers sat down and the, and the silver man red wall looked into the distance. It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset. Lingering thoughts of smoking silkworm cocoons, like a sad heart peeling bananas. In three or five years, in March and May, the poor glass of wine was not extinguished......"

A gentle female voice sounded in the empty courtyard, accompanied by a sigh, and the glass cup was poured from the fingertips, and the wine was red, dripping and splashing on the hem of the plain Luo skirt, like blood.

The woman leaned lazily on the chaise longue, her soft and thin dress wrapped around her graceful and delicate figure, her skin was so white that she could almost see the beating veins under the exposed wrists, fragile and beautiful.

Her breathing was light and shallow, her beautiful eyes were closed, a pair of slender eyebrows were gently frowned, and her mouth was slightly open, as if she was asleep but not asleep, as if she had not woken up.

A steady footstep approached, stopping beside her.

The woman's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and she slowly lifted her eyelids.

Her eyes flashed with coldness and resoluteness that did not match her appearance, like a pure white and delicate flower, but it grew on the top of the most severe and dangerous snow-capped mountains, so that people did not dare to approach easily.

She raised her eyes to look at the visitor, the ice and snow in her eyes melted, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows squeezed out a warm smile.

"Feng Di, thank you for your hard work."

The man was dressed in black, his long hair was simply tied into a ponytail and hung down behind him, and his face was obviously tired after a long journey, and after hearing her words, it was darkened, and his dark eyes were lit up again.

He hooked his lips and smiled, and the woman sat up to make room for him, and lifted her chin to signal him to sit.

"How, any news on that?"

Feng Di didn't sit down, he leaned over and picked up the woman's skirt that fell to the ground, and his fingertips ran over those speckled wine stains, and the traces disappeared in an instant.

In the middle of the movement, a silver thread slipped out of his cuffs, extremely thin, fluttering like life.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes pale and tucked them back into his sleeve.

"As the fox lord expected, things are going smoothly, and I believe it won't be long before the plan will succeed."

The woman couldn't help but show her face when she heard this, she stroked her palms happily, and said three "yes" in a row.

"It's really good news, Feng Di, you and I drink together today, and you won't return if you don't get drunk! Quick, get the wine! ”

As soon as the words fell, two figures appeared from the mist holding wine jugs and cups, they were short and thin, and their bodies were very strangely proportioned—their bodies were as thin as bamboo poles, but their heads were as big as the hoods of New Year's dolls.

The most bizarre thing is that the position where they should have facial features is as empty as white paper, and the dresses they wear are both narrow-sleeved short shirts of the Tang Dynasty and woven gold horse noodles of the Ming Dynasty, which are clearly the figure of children, and the bun combed on their heads is the heartfelt bun combed by a married woman, which looks full of disobedience, like the product of a layman relying on his own intuition to match at will.

The woman didn't seem to see anything wrong, she looked at them with a smile, and when they approached, she reached out and pinched their faces, and looked at the man quite proudly, her tone unconsciously revealing a bit of girlish coquettishness.

"Feng Di, the two villains you left me last time are gone, so I drew a new villain myself, how about it, is it good-looking?"

Feng Di's gaze froze for a moment, and then he quickly showed a look of appreciation, "The fox master is naturally several times better looking than mine." ”

The woman received a satisfactory reply, smiled and looked away as they set the utensils neatly on the table.

Feng Di's smile rose, he looked at the woman's thinner and thinner face, his lips pursed, and his eyes were full of worry and hesitation that could not be concealed.