The so-called beauty has flowers as appearance, birds as sound, the moon as god, willow as form, jade as bones, ice and snow as skin, autumn water as posture, and poetry as heart.
Xue Mo is such a beauty.
He put on a white silk robe, with three thousand hair tied up with a jade hairpin, his eyebrows were like a painting, and he looked like an immortal.
"King, you are so beautiful."
Xue'er looked at Xue Mo crazily, her eyes filled with admiration.
"But why is she so indifferent to me?"
No matter how good-looking he is, so what if he doesn't like his fragrance? Even if he is an extremely handsome man, what can he do?
"Wang, Madam must have been busy with things in the store recently, so she has ignored Wang. It is actually very easy to get Madam to pay attention to Wang again, as long as Wang walks around on the street."
With the king's stunning appearance, I don't know how many people will be captivated.
"Is that all it takes?"
Xueer nodded, "Wang, just listen to us."
Xue Mo thought for a while, but still followed Xue'er and Liu'er's suggestions.
He went out for a walk, and the next day, people in the streets and alleys were saying that at No.
The next afternoon, countless matchmakers came to propose marriage.
When Xiaoxiao rushed back to Lianxueyuan in a hurry, she saw that the door of her house was crowded with people, and all of them came to propose marriage.
She was so angry that these, these damn old women actually came to propose marriage to her husband, and there were so many people.
"Hey, all of you, get out of my way!"
Unable to squeeze in, Xiaoxiao became angry.
NND, there are probably too many people here. The so-called breaking through the threshold is just like this.
Everyone squeezed me and squeezed you, all vying to get in.
Yesterday Xue Mo walked around, and all the ladies and daughters of famous families in Chu City began to miss spring.
Who wouldn't like such a beautiful man?
What a wonderful thing it would be to be able to marry such a beautiful man as your wife.
Thinking about it makes people feel extremely yearning.
------- Wuwu, I have something very depressing to say. Some readers said that my book has been published, but I haven't finished it yet. How could it be published? Qingwu is just thinking about the plot every day.
, written now, not even saved as a manuscript, how could it be that my book has an ending... The only possibility is that it was stolen by a shameless person... Angry... Extremely angry...
Despise him a thousand times ten thousand times...