Mingyue Continent, Hong Chen’s twenty-third year.
The six kingdoms were in chaos, Yuan Kingdom made a pilgrimage, and all the kingdoms became angry.
The world is about to be in chaos Within Qiluan Kingdom The bright red lanterns were hung high, blowing in the wind and covering half of the fallen snow.
Pedestrians on the street are also in groups of twos, twos, and threes, which looks a little desolate.
There was only one place where colorful lanterns were hung high and it was very lively.
"The mandarin ducks are in love, the ducks are singing, they live in the red dust and water; the young master is a beautiful woman, and there is no doubt about the love."
The woman's charming voice is as melodious as the cry of an oriole, numbing the bones, singing the most popular ditty at the moment.
As her eyes rolled around, the men in the audience were even more lustful, shouting vulgar words that would embarrass a good girl to death.
The woman on the flower bed half-smiled with her lips covered, her breasts half exposed, and she said coquettishly, "Hey, gentlemen, you are going to be so embarrassed."
The clothes are half unbuttoned, and you are welcomed but rejected.
This is the gentle hometown of wealthy men from official families.
Only here can it be as bright as day in this cold winter moon, singing and laughing until dawn.
Different from this, in the exquisite pavilion on the second floor, there was a young man in red sitting, looking coldly at the audience.
A slender, jade-like hand was playing with a crystal jade bone fan.
I saw that the fan bone looked like jade, but it was not jade, neither gold nor silver; the fan surface looked like paper but was not paper, neither silk nor silk.
The whole fan is brilliant and dazzling The young man's stature has not yet reached maturity, but he is still young enough to dance with a spoon.
But his character is excellent and he is arrogant in the world.
I saw his light eyebrows slightly swept, eyes like dots of lacquer, long eyelashes, and the intimidation of the black beads that people dare not underestimate.
His nose is like a pill, his lips are as perfect as mother-of-pearl, his skin is as white as snow, and he is like an immortal jade. bone.
Fortunately, the young man is sitting upright in the elegant room.
If he comes out of the hall, I am afraid that the pink girls in this courtyard will go crazy for him, and even the officials and guests will fall for him.
All I can say is, fortunately, fortunately.
At this moment, the young man was looking at the chaotic scene in the hall through the crystal bead curtain, but his eyes were filled with ice.
At the same time, there was a hint of mockery in the corner of his mouth, and he said leisurely, "Really, the merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, and she is still singing across the river.
Flowers in the backyard, I thought I didn’t understand her very well yesterday, but today I understand her very well.”
The young man’s voice was like a clear spring.
Although it was pleasant to hear, it was not as good as his appearance.
Suddenly there was a chill, and a handsome man in green clothes stood beside the young man.
He was extremely respectful and said softly, "Sir, it's late at night, it's time to go back."
The young man raised his eyes and glanced outside the window.
Under the gauze curtain, he could see the night sky drooping like ink.
Then he lowered his eyes again.
The thick feather eyelashes cast a patch of crow-green under his eyes.
He didn't know what he was thinking, but he seemed to have some thoughts. distressed look After a moment, he stood up and followed the man in green and walked out of the window.
The man held up a dark green oil-paper umbrella to cover the young man from the rustling snow.
It also blocked the eyes that were about to be filled with tears. gentle The two walked quietly, but they never heard the conversation in the private room next door.
"The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country's subjugation.
She still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.
When did the Qiluan country become a subjugated country?
Oh, morning."
The man's voice was low and magnetic, like a thousand-year-old dark iron, attractive.
"Who was sitting next door just now?"
Another person asked, it should be that morning, but his voice was very gentle and quiet.
You didn't need to see anyone to tell that this person must be a humble gentleman.
"Master, with the crown of phoenix feathers, the jade bone fan, and the peerless red dress, he must be incomparable to Master Fuyao."
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"oh" , ,, Inside Xiaoling Mountain "Sir, I see that the snow in this stable may not be as thick as the snow in our mountains even if it falls in the last season."
A girl in pink clothes said while leaning on the fire, but her tone was naughty and cute, and she was obviously not afraid.
That young man’s.
Feng Fuyao was sitting on the small clinical couch with a book in hand, with a lazy and comfortable posture.
The fire in the room was crackling, and she felt very warm just listening to it.
After hearing what the girl said, he turned back and looked out through the crack of the window.
He saw the snow and frost outside, the wind howling, and the vast expanse of white.
It was obviously very cold.
She laughed in her heart that this little girl must have disliked the coldness of the mountain.
She shook her head but did not point out the problem.
I just thought in my heart: I don’t know how many years the snow in this mountain has accumulated.
There are some things in this world that cannot be explained by human beings, and whether it is the chirping of summer insects, the scorching summer heat, or the golden autumn under this mountain, It’s very tiring, but it’s snowing all the time in Xiaoling Mountain, like this all year round.
No matter whether it is falling or not, the snow always remains at that height, which is very magical.
The girl in pink clothes finished lighting the fire, and when she saw Feng Fuyao, she immediately frowned, her cute little face suddenly wrinkled into a little bun.
She quickly walked a few steps to the small couch, reached out and closed the small Xuan window.
He said rather helplessly, "My dear young master, please don't open the window.
It will be bad if you catch the cold and get sick."
Feng Fuyao listened to her ramblings and sighed feebly.
She wondered why a little brat who was not yet underage would be as nagging as an old mother.
Yes, even more so than the old mother.
Can nag.
"Also, sir, you came back too late last night.
Do you know how worried I am about you?
If Danqing hadn't followed you, Shutao would have gone out to look for you."
Seeing how passionately she was reading, Feng Fuyao had to interrupt her.
She raised her long eyebrows and teased, "Shu Tao, if you are nagging like this, you won't be able to get married."
Her voice was not high-pitched, but her voice was extremely pleasant, as if it was filled with fresh air and water vapor, and had a unique quietness and elegance of its own.
Shutao's little face turned red, like a red Fuji apple, and the bun on her head looked like two apple leaves.
She glanced at Feng Fuyao and felt even more embarrassed.
She raised her hand to cover her hot little face, and began to think in her heart again: How come this good young lady in her family always says whatever she thinks, she is nothing like the women in this world.
She still remembers how weird her face looked when she was called miss for the first time, and then she asked them all to call her master.
Not only that, she also likes to dress up as a man, and she is so handsome that she almost doesn't want to marry anyone else now.
Feng Fuyao looked at the person who suddenly became quiet and pursed her lips with a smile.
This little girl has been with her for so many years but has never been able to change her shyness.
This also allows her to suppress her chattering mouth at any time. , Well, don’t say it, it still feels good.
The two masters and servants can be regarded as one willing to be beaten and the other willing to suffer.
"Sir."
At this moment, a cold female voice came from outside the door.
"Come in."
Feng Fuyao replied softly.
"Yes."
A girl in a blue shirt pushed open the door and entered.
She opened and closed the door very quickly, probably because she was afraid that the wind and snow would take advantage of the opportunity and fly into the house.
The girl looks about the same age as Shutao, both fourteen and fifteen years old.
However, compared to Shutao's cleverness and cuteness, she looks delicate and pretty, giving people a light and quiet look.
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Feel.
When Feng Fuyao saw the woman walking in, she got up and walked towards the octagonal immortal table in the room.
She only wore a moon-white middle coat with lace embroidered with gold threads.
She had a slender figure and was fourteen years old.
She is more than 1.6 meters tall and taller than the average girl.
Through the not-too-thick clothing, you can see her legs are slender and straight, and she has long flaxen hair.
The hair is spread straight between the knees, the skin is as white as the snow outside the window but not sickly, the jaw line is soft and obvious, the neck is slender, the shoulders are slim and the waist is large, the eyes are as big as two black crystals, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are like Bright red, her appearance is very classic but has some Western charm.
The whole person is like an enlarged version of an SD doll, exquisite and meticulous.
Seeing Feng Fuyao stand up, Shutao hurriedly ran over and handed over a cup of tea.
Feng Fuyao sat down with him, took the cup and took a sip, then asked, "Mandong, what's the matter?"
She was a martial arts-level maid.
Those who do not go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything.
Man Dong's eyebrows were cold, and he seemed to be a very quiet person.
Even his voice had a hint of coldness, as if he had no emotions.
"Young Master, the Lord of Guiyun Mountain asked him to prepare a few days' worth of luggage before going to see him. ” Feng Fuyao was a little surprised.
The master wanted to see her preparing her luggage.
"Master, what can you say?"
Could something have happened again, so he sent her down the mountain.
"none."
Feng Fuyao has long been accustomed to Mandong's temperament and will never be angry because of her coldness.
This is a person who will not betray herself even if she is raped and then killed by others.
She raised her eyes and looked at the two figures in front of her, one pink and one blue, and shook her head amusedly.
Of these two maids, one is talkative and the other is silent.
Shutao's craftsmanship is extremely good, and even some young ladies from aristocratic families can't keep up with her.
She is not good at martial arts, in other words, she is clumsy in dexterity; while Mandong is a girl who can instantly become the world's most terrifying person just by doing housework.
For people who organize things, don’t doubt that they can change things in seconds.
It’s easy to tear down walls and kitchens.
Hey, this is the stupidity of dexterity.
Thinking of this, Feng Fuyao laughed twice, and with a smile she ordered, "Shudao, go and help me prepare a set of clothes, some broken silver and banknotes, Mandong, go and feed Hongluan some food." " "Yes, sir."
"yes" When Feng Fuyao saw someone walking away neatly, she put down the tea cup and crossed her legs gracefully to tease her, "Mandong, can you feed me?"
She used her own woman's voice in her own place, her voice was sweet and gentle, like ripples in the water. .
Although she doesn't pretend to be a man all the time, she is really not flattering to call her young lady, and it is better to call him young master.
Mandong's feet trembled when she heard this, knowing that this was someone's prank, but the veins on her forehead could not help but stand out.
In some aspects, as a woman, she was worse than a man.
That was her shame. ,disgrace.
It was very difficult to squeeze out the two words "Okay" from her mouth.
It was impossible for this young man of her family to meet without hurting her.
According to her, it would be heartbreaking.
"Young Master, come and change your clothes quickly."
Shutao took out a set of red brocade robes and called out.
She actually felt a little pitiful for Man Dong.
Not only did she have to practice martial arts during the day, but she also had to find a young master who wouldn't go there at night.
She was practicing kneading dough at noon, but she really couldn't understand, woman, why are you so hard on yourself?
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