Andre lost two of his three souls. After a while, he jumped up. The excitement of falling in love at first sight, the young man's passion bursting with passion, grabbed the book, his eyes shined, and after looking at it for a long time, he hugged the book tightly to his chest, for fear of
Being snatched away. "There is such a beautiful girl in the world, where is she? Who is she? Fangfei, tell me, tell me, where is this beautiful girl?"
The prince was obsessed with lovesickness in a portrait from a hundred years ago, and Fang Fei was also shocked. Are you looking for her?
"Fangfei, where should I find her? Where is she in the temple? Sure enough, her reputation is well-deserved, haha, she is definitely a peerless beauty, the most beautiful woman in the world... Fangfei, as long as I can find her, I am willing to pay any price.
Tell me quickly, where can I find her?"
Fang Fei looked at the crazy look and suppressed a smile: "Are you looking for her?"
"certainly."
She looked him up and down. He must be eighteen or nineteen years old, right? "If you want to see her, you will probably have to wait at least thirty to fifty years..."
He screamed: "What do you mean?"
She felt something in her heart: "You want me to tell you, unless you agree to a condition."
"Speak quickly, I will agree to your terms no matter what."
Andre took her hand: "Quick, Fangfei, take me to find her quickly. I must find her. If I don't see her again, I will die..." His expression was exaggerated and he couldn't wait. Fangfei felt very
It was ridiculous, so he took out his hand. But he held it too tightly. After struggling, he realized his impulse. His eyes accidentally saw those soft hands, with catkins that were as fragrant as wild flowers, and the young man's
With his heart beating faster, Andre's eyes moved from her hands to the strange face. For a moment, it seemed as if she was possessed by the beauty picture she had just seen.
How could the girl in the painting become Fang Fei?
He looked at the painting and then at her. His heart was beating loudly and his voice changed its tone: "Fangfei...Fangfei..."
He exerted too much force, and his loosened hand couldn't help but turn into a hug - he just stretched out his hand to hold the catkin tightly. Fang Fei's eyes blurred and she fell to the ground. When Andre realized that something was not good,
As soon as he let go of his hand, he just dodged a flying whip.
That "snap" sound disturbed all the romance, and Andre's face turned pale and he was in a miserable state.
Luojia's face was filled with anger: "Andre, how dare you break into the temple without permission?"
"Uncle, listen to me..."
"Get out now."
"uncle……"
"Get out, if you don't get out, I will execute you today."
The riding whip was swung, and the running Andre suddenly stopped and looked at the girl who fell on the grass. He ran away too fast. Under that whip, the girl suffered a terrible disaster. A crack was pulled out of her white gauze clothes, and the bright red
The blood was as white as snow and shocking.
"Uncle, it has nothing to do with her, nothing to do with her..."
"Get out of here, otherwise, I will kill her immediately!"
Andre didn't dare to say anything anymore and ran away with his uncle's riding whip raised high.
The severe pain seemed to make people faint, but Fangfei was still conscious. She struggled to sit up, and Luo Jia exclaimed: "Fangfei, is it you?"
It's her, that beautiful and unfamiliar back.
Her back.
She turned her head slowly, with her big forehead and bright eyes, she swallowed back the tear forced by the pain, biting her lip with a touch of sarcasm: "Great Father
',Do you still recognize me?"
Luo Jia suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because of his "exclamation" - he had indeed recognized her a long time ago, a long time ago! However, he always vaguely hoped that it was not the case.
Her eyes fell on his whip, and a trace of resentment flashed through her. It had always been like this, with the whip, his prisoner. But he liked to wear a veil of tenderness.
He met her gaze and slowly lowered the whip in his hand. Only then did he realize that the ugly girl had grown up. In a hurry, many years had passed. The ugly girl had turned into a slim girl.
Eighteen changes - his complexion changed first. How many years has it been? Six years? Seven years? Or eight years? If it was eight years, wouldn't she?