She just looked up and smiled, slapped herself, and said, then, I'll hit this side of the face myself, you watch it carefully, and when you feel better, tell me to stop.

Then she crackled herself and slapped herself a dozen times. Until a hand grabbed her hand. Her face was swollen, her hands were flushed, a silver hairpin with curled hair on her head fell to the ground, a green silk leaked out, and her body was stained with water, where did she still look like a rich daughter.

The hand that grabbed his hand was very warm, it belonged to Brother Yiyun's. There was a callouse in his palm, which had been honed by holding a sword for many years, and at this moment he was holding her wrist fiercely, making her heart tremble and hurt.

She raised her face with this embarrassed appearance and smiled sweetly, Brother Yiyun, do you feel sorry for me?

Hearing this, Yiyun's face was distorted, and when a good-looking facial features twisted together, An Miaomiao felt that it was dark.

This face, whether it was seen secretly before, or seen in front of me these two times, or in a dream, or a face that suddenly appeared in my mind at any time, has always been as skin as clotted fat and as warm as jade.

The facial features are distinct, and the expression is light. Occasionally, he will laugh, when he laughs, he is also sweet, his eyes are soft, when he looks at you or not, you will feel that he is looking at you, smiling at you gently, and then you will feel that maybe even the stars in the sky are not as beautiful as his smile.

Since An Miaomiao lost her mother, she often couldn't sleep at night, and would secretly climb on the roof to lie down and count the stars. She felt that the star was very beautiful, a small one, quiet, shining with its own light. I don't know when, after she met Brother Yiyun, she felt that the stars were not so beautiful, and when she climbed to the roof. In her mind, there was more of Yiyun's face that wanted to smile or not, and she felt very warm.

However, since the last time the emperor issued a holy decree to marry Yiyun and An Luoluo, she no longer felt any beauty from the starry sky.

When she climbed onto the roof, she would remove a flute from her waist. She can play the flute and play notes as beautiful as fairy music. Gentle, cheerful, wonderful. There will be a lot of songs, and there is only one audience. A ghost, Yunjin. Yoshiyun was the first to listen to her play a tune.

But. From the moment she knew that they were married, she would only stare at the flute, stunned, and half a night.

The flute was given to her by Yoshiun. But Yiyun didn't know. It's her secret. It belongs to her and Yiyun's brother, and she is a secret.

Yiyun twisted her face and threw her hand angrily, she was vigorously carried by a stumbling stagger, and her wrist was bruised. Yiyun said, this is a gift from the emperor, how can people be so bad. You don't think you've beaten yourself into such a pig's head. Will the emperor be able to forgive your sins?

He said, this is my marriage with Luo'er, and now he is dying, if he can't save Xiaoxue after the imperial doctor comes. Just wait for it to be buried!

As he spoke, he took Luo Luo's shoulder, raised his hand to gently wipe away Luo Luo's tears, and comforted him softly. Then they left hand in hand.

There was no looking back.

An Miaomiao thought it was ridiculous. Then she gently touched her lips and smiled. It's inexplicably sad to watch. No one looked at her. She was sad herself, with her own inexplicable smile.

Anlolo cried as if she was crying, and tears slipped down her eyelids as soon as she opened and closed. Anyway, it's extremely beautiful, unbearable, and it hurts.

An Miaomiao's cry, that was a real howl. A handful of snot and a handful of tears, without discipline and grooming.

Everyone thinks that An Miaomiao is ugly when she cries, where can she compare to An Luo Luomei with pear blossoms and rain. In fact, even the well-dressed An Miaomiao is not half as beautiful as An Luoluo.

Therefore, An Miaomiao is casual and never works on her appearance. Anyway, she can't compare to Anlolo. Beauty can't be compared, talent can't be compared, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, light singing and dancing, anyway, all of them can't be compared. I didn't even cry anymore.

But since she met Yiyun, she still felt inferior, and she didn't even dare to report herself. Everyone in the capital knows that An Xiangguo's 2,000 gold, An Miaomiao, is a troublemaker. Although it has been completed, no one has come to the door to propose.

When Yiyun first asked her what her name was, she choked for a long time, and then Nono, she said her name was An Luoluo.

Yiyun said that there are women who fall into the city, and Fan Luohua blooms. He praised Anlolo. An Luoluo's beauty and talent have been rumored to be the first in Mozambique. So it's no surprise that he would like Anlolo.

Yiyun said, when my eye disease is cured, will I go to your house to propose marriage? She hurriedly said no. Yiyun said why. She blushed and said wryly, I have a sister named An Miaomiao, she was criticized by the people in the capital for being useless, it is estimated that she will not be able to marry in this life, otherwise you can do well, marry her, it can be regarded as repaying me.

She thought this was not shameless, anyway, the two of them had a marriage contract since childhood, but now she is really embarrassed to say that she is An Miaomiao, so let's just say it. She really could only say this, because a few days ago she secretly heard her father and stepmother say that she wanted to marry An Luoluo to Brother Yiyun. She could only tell Brother Yiyun about her thoughts in this way. It's better to be selfish.

Yiyun smiled, as if the peach blossoms outside the forest had lost their color. He said yes.

Then An Miaomiao felt that she could finally marry herself. However, now that she is so embarrassed, she doesn't want to leave a bad impression in his heart, so the day before Yiyun's eyes were good, she ran away with her tail between her legs.

It's really a tail. Because she stole his flute.

That day, she saw this flute, the whole body was green, it seemed to be finely carved from the finest mutton fat jade, and the tail was carved with two hairpins and flowers, and Yiyun. She secretly put it in her mouth and tried it, the sound was crisp and beautiful, ethereal and distant. She was a little embarrassed again. Yiyun heard it, laughed softly, and said You want it?

An Miaomiao was so excited that she hurriedly nodded, thinking that he would definitely give it to her. Who knows, Yiyun smiled very evilly, he said, don't give it. ！

I don't give!!

When An Miaomiao was about to jump up, Yiyun said, you play a tune to listen to, and this young master will reward you when he is happy to hear it.

So An Miaomiao blew it and blew a song of Qingping Minor. The style of music is bright, like the tinkling of flowing water, warm as spring.

This young master listened to the song and obviously admired it very much, she was very proud at the time, she said, "This song has not been heard by anyone in the world except you!" (To be continued.) )