Seven hundred and sixtieth eight chapters into the beauty fan
Gong Yueyue was also curious in her heart. She looked at the scenery outside the ornate window softly with her beautiful eyes. Her lazy and delicate smile was like a transformed chrysalis, layer by layer dyeing Gong Yueyue's pure white skin.
cheek.
Under the quiet pear tree outside, Bai Ji's skirt was gently rolling up in the spring breeze, and the corners of her intricately embroidered skirt were rising in the air, like a cluster of newly bloomed blue waves.
The hazy halo passed through the green branches and leaves and fell softly on Bai Ji's gentle brows. She held a thin white silver needle in her soft fingertips. On the other end, a dark red official robe was waiting for her.
Lying smoothly on her knees.
The slender white silk thread was pulled between Bai Ji's fingers, and after a while, the cut corner of the official robe became one again. The snow-white gauze floated gently in the breeze, mixed with the fragrance of pear blossoms.
She gently bit the silk thread with her silver teeth, and the floating pink and white pear blossoms fell on Bai Ji's body in the direction of the breeze, spreading her pale dark eyebrows.
Bai Ji elegantly brushed the thin skirt covered with pink and white pear blossoms, glanced at Pan Yun who was standing aside, shook the dark red official robe in his hand, and said with a chuckle: "I wasted your time, Master Pan.
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Pan Yun on the other end did not answer, but stared blankly at Bai Ji sitting under the pear tree, his eyes gradually softened, and a broad smile appeared on his face.
Seeing Pan Yun's focused eyes, Bai Ji's cheeks suddenly turned into an indescribable blush. She quickly stood up, placed the sewn official robe on the bluestone and jade table, and left slowly.
Gong Yueyue bit her rosy lips with her snow-white teeth, her pretty eyes flicked towards the snow-white pear blossoms in the bright green branches, and her crisp voice was like pearls falling on the ground: "Aunt Bai, from
From Northern Qin to South Vietnam, you have spared no effort to help me until now. Now, you should also be happy."
She has green cloud-like black hair, slender misty temples floating on her forehead, fair skin with a touch of rouge, revealing a delicate blush, willow eyebrows like black, colorful pupils like a face, and her red lips parted into a beautiful smile.
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Carefully examining the appearance of the woman in front of him, Yuan Zhen couldn't help but feel shaken. Even the gold and stone in his hand seemed to have lost its former appeal.
Feeling a burning gaze lingering on her face, Po Li couldn't help but raise her hibiscus powder. When she saw Yuan Zhen staring at her, she chuckled, and a clear light leaked out from her brown pupils.
Yin smiled and said: "Master Yuan, why don't you take a good look at the gold and stone in your hand, but instead look at me?"
Yuan Zhen was speechless for a moment by her question. His face turned red. He didn't know where the courage came from. He stared at Po Li's bright smile. The refreshing smile was like clusters of roses, pouring down like fire. He whispered softly.
Said: "You are so beautiful, Po Li."
As soon as he said this, Po Li's gorgeous smile suddenly turned into a face full of tender astonishment. He opened his deep brown pupils wide, and his clear eyes glanced sharply at Yuan Zhen, who was intoxicated.
A look of disdain appeared on Po Li's pure and beautiful face without any loss of pink. He sighed softly and said quietly: "I thought you were a serious scholar, so I accepted the invitation to come to the printing press to talk with you.
Poems and books. Who knew that you were also a prostitute!"
After saying that, Po Li angrily threw off his Qingbo lotus sleeves, turned away from Yuan Zhen, and walked away quickly.
The tired birds are sleeping, and the black and ink color envelopes the silent and cold land outside the Great Wall. Although it is spring, in the vast desert in the north, the coldness of silence still invades the bones of the people.
The halo of the moon was silent, the blue sky was pitch black, and even the cold starlight of the past was nowhere to be seen.
A young man stood tall and tall in the Lengji Camp, with ink-colored hair on his temples, ink-colored sword eyebrows, and ink-colored starry eyes shining with clear light.
He gently and extremely carefully took out half a bronze mirror from his arms and stared at the exquisite bronze mirror in his hand. His eyes were clearly engraved with indelible piety.
The bony fingers gently held the fan, and a clear light flashed through the dark night. Through the smooth mirror, the man's ink-like pupils immediately turned into transparent ropes, tying up a pretty girl.
Bright and slender back.
The girl stood in the hot spring water with mist rising, the water was slippery and gelatinous, reflecting her graceful figure.
She gently turned away her head, gazed deeply into his ink-colored eyes with pure love, smiled sweetly, picked up a newly bloomed jasmine flower from her black hair, and gently threw it into the warm
Hot spring water surface.
She gently took off her jade-white embroidered plum blossom clothes with both hands, and the clear collarbone suddenly jumped into his eyes. Her snow-white neck was enveloped by the warm hot spring water drops. She gently raised her soft white fingers, flicked them, and then
Decorated with garnet red and ruby-embedded flower mother-of-pearl, the black hair that was piled up on her head suddenly poured down like a waterfall, falling down in a charming manner.
A pure smile appeared on his lips. The man's brows suddenly wrinkled, and a few drops fluttered in his ink eyes. After a moment, he calmed down again and gently stroked his fingers along the words engraved on the back of the fan, "Often."
Don’t forget each other.”
The light and watery moonlight gently hugged Gong Yueyue's thin shoulders, looking at the quiet crescent moon in the night, Gong Yueyue's gentle and beautiful eyes were blurred, and her porcelain white cheeks rested steadily in the palm of her hand.
She couldn't explain why, but in the past few days, Lin Wei kept jumping in her heart unconsciously, and the past events she was determined to bury tapped lightly on Gong Yueyue's peaceful heartstrings.
After receiving the letter from Yang Zhai and learning that Lin Wei and Princess Yuzhang were already deeply in love, Gong Yueyue, after recovering from her serious illness, put the half-leaf grape mirror that Lin Wei had given her to the deepest part of the drawer and never looked at it again.
One glance.
However, in the end, the simple and small brown ocarina always hung on Gong Yueyue's chest, rising and falling with her breathing.
In the many silent nights when she couldn't fall asleep, Gong Yueyue would always clutch the lovely and simple body of Ocarina, recalling the scene of walking hand in hand with Lin Wei in the busy city before leaving Chang'an. Every time she thought about it, she felt a heart-wrenching feeling.
Pain spread across my heart.
Thinking of the hands that hugged her, finally touching the jade face of Princess Yuzhang, the most beautiful woman in Northern Qin; thinking of the lips that kissed her lingeringly, finally kissing Princess Yuzhang's lips that were as delicate as March cardamom.
; Thinking of them playing and cuddling, an unspeakable pain would overtake Gong Yueyue's delicate body, forcing her to breathless.
"Yueyue, what are you thinking about?" Zhao Changyuan hugged Gong Yueyue's body tenderly, turned his cheek delicately, and stared at Zhao Changyuan's fair face, and Gong Yueyue suddenly felt at ease.
Unable to help but raise her hand to stroke his thick eyebrows, Gong Yueyue said softly: "You know, being a queen is not what I wanted when I followed you."
Seeing the cold and slightly lonely look on Gong Yueyue's face, Zhao Changyuan's inner lake immediately filled with ripples. Gong Yueyue helplessly nestled into his warm embrace, and her soft palms clung to his solid chest.