A few people were about to cause trouble when they heard melodious music outside, which was especially beautiful amidst the heavy rain on the eaves.
I saw two women in white gauze holding different musical instruments, some playing the flute, some the flute, some the xun, and some instruments that I couldn't name. Although they seemed simple and had a single note, the combination was beautiful.
Beautiful.
Those women are all as beautiful as flowers, with graceful figures, covered with light gauze, and filled with fragrance.
If it wasn't broad daylight, they must have thought they saw a ghost or encountered a vixen.
Two rows of twenty women were lined up on the corridor, playing beautiful music, and then there were four women in pink carrying flower baskets behind them, constantly scattering flower petals.
Although the artistic conception is very beautiful, it is raining heavily outside, and the petals are no longer as smooth and stretched as they were at first. Some of them were crushed and fell into the water, where they immediately became muddy.
Occasionally, there are a few good ones, floating in the water, which are also very lonely and pitiful.
Just when Liuhuo and the others were guessing where the people dressed like this were coming from, the screen door of the second door suddenly opened wide, and with a "swish" sound, the two of them ran quickly to the porch with a large raincloth on their heads.
Holding bamboo poles in their hands, they raised the rain cloth and immediately created a rainless land.
Immediately, I saw a simple rattan sedan enter the door, and four big men walked in neatly and uniformly with steady steps, just shouting slogans.
The sedan was surrounded by white gauze, and a stunning woman could be vaguely seen inside.
So they walked to the porch amidst the beautiful music, the messy petals, and the solemn expressions of the crowd as if they were attending a funeral.
The sedan stopped on the corridor, and from behind a tall man with a handsome but slightly gloomy face wearing a dark gauze came forward, leaned forward slightly, stretched out his right hand, and lowered his voice and said gently: "Miss Shen, the village is really simple.
It’s difficult to walk in the heavy rain, so I have to deal with Fang Jia.”
Miss Shen in the sedan gave a lukewarm snort, but had no intention of moving.
But the man was very patient and did not feel embarrassed about losing face in front of his subordinates. He waited quietly. He stood up, took a glance, and said coldly: "Have you cleaned the house? Smoked Miss Shen's favorite
Is there any lily incense? Have the bedding been changed?"
The Liuhuo people in the room couldn't help but curl their lips. If they wanted to show off, they had to find a place where everything was ready to show off.
