New Year's Special[1] On the Correct Posture of Pickpocketing (1)

[This is a New Year's special, and it has nothing to do with the text, so don't hit the wall! ] ]

The plane trees outside the window stand in the square courtyard, and the leaves on the branches of the plane trees have all drifted away, and the remaining remnants are hanging on the top, looking very gloomy.

Qing Wei dragged his cheeks and quietly looked at the scene outside the window, only to feel even more lonely in his heart.

“…… Alas......"

Feng Gu was returning from dealing with chores at Wutong Terrace, and when she saw Qing Wei's somewhat melancholy appearance, she hurriedly ran in small steps and gently patted her on the shoulder, "What's wrong?" It doesn't seem to be in a good mood. ”

Qing Wei turned around and saw that it was a phoenix dove. She pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, suppressing all her worries.

"No, nothing."

However, in the "108 Tricks of Uniform Qingwei" sold by Qingxi to Feng Dove, it is written: As soon as a woman says 'it's okay', it is equivalent to 'I have something to do, you'd better hurry up and comfort me'. If there is no relief, let the woman put her mind at ease, otherwise the next day ......

Thinking of this, the phoenix dove shivered.

"-Tell me?"

"Do you really want to say it?" Qing Wei raised his brows slightly, a little stunned and unconvinced, "I don't think your mood will be good after saying it......"

……

In "108 Tricks to Uniform Qingwei", it is said that once Qingwei asks, 'Do you really want it?' I don't think it's good. There are two types of scenarios.

1。 She's not happy with you.

2。 She's not happy with you.

However, in response to the above two points, Feng Jiu couldn't think of where he was 'dissatisfied', so he could only then say to Qing Wei: "Then you can say it." As long as Wei'er is happy, she can do anything for her husband. ”

"-Really?"

Sure enough, after saying this, Qing Wei's eyes lit up.

The phoenix dove nodded, "Naturally, it's true." ”

So Qing Wei took out seven or eight lanterns from under the table and put them on the table, and asked the phoenix dove, "Is it good-looking?" I made New Year's lanterns. ”

"Good...... See ......"

- Strange!

These lanterns don't look like lanterns at all!

It's a fence for chickens!

Placed in the entire Xiantong Forest, it is simply a loss of the aesthetic level of the Xiantong Forest!

However, Feng Gu suppressed his heart of complaining, and thought about it repeatedly, as the first beauty in the fairy world, his temperament is very important.

Therefore, he raised his eyebrows and said with great difficulty: "The shape is quite lacking, but this material is excellent......"

Qing Wei nodded, her amber fox eyes were surprisingly bright, and she gave a thumbs up: "You really have a vision for dead roast chicken!" These materials are cut from your clothes...... Belch...... Why are you crying? ”

No wonder as soon as he entered the dormitory, he felt that the entire palace was quite dazzling, and he didn't pay so much attention when he saw Qing Wei.

Now that I look closely, it turns out that there are bits and pieces of fabric scattered all over the place.

"-Qing, Yui!"

His eyes were scarlet, thinking that this stinky fox had cut off all the clothes on his clothes as long as there were showy materials in order to learn from female workers, and even the curtains were not spared.

Now it's the New Year's Eve -

Again?

- He doesn't want to go out in a wedding dress anymore!

A certain fox looked at a certain phoenix with a sad face, and the suppressed anger seemed to be about to attack, so he hurriedly flashed sideways and hid behind a vase.

He stammered: "Phoenix dove, don't be angry, being angry is not good for your skin, and you will have wrinkles."

And......

You have so many clothes, and you only have one more clothes to wear out of the house, right?

So what about the rest, I'll help you use the waste hehehehe, don't thank you too much......"

However, when Qing Wei finished saying this, the entire Fengling Palace was shrouded in a pitch-black atmosphere as if the end was coming, and the few clouds and smoky incense floating around him were like ghosts.