"Cui Niang, don't wait too long, hurry up and leave!" A slender jade hand grabbed the white sleeve and shook it urgently. Wang Liangmi wore a flying fairy bun with a starry flower on her forehead.
The purple skirt fluttered and the rings jingled.
"Miss, it's not even Shenshi, it's still early for the Lantern Festival." Bai Ting hurried to the dressing table, facing a bronze mirror with a mandarin duck and lotus pattern, gathered her slightly crooked flat hair, and picked out
I put on a little bit of lipstick and wiped my lips carefully.
"Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't leave quickly, dad will come back, and he will have to stare at me and nag me for a long time." Wang Liangmi came over and took out a jade stick from the makeup box.
Shake, put on the white hair, "Okay, okay, little girl is pretty enough!"
The colorful pendant beads on the jade steps trembled, and the bright bronze mirror reflected the two pretty faces of the young lady and the maid. Whether it was Wang Liangmi or Bai Ting, their appearance had not changed, except for their hair accessories and facial expressions.
The clothes and accessories are completely different from before, and the memories of the past seem to have completely disappeared.
"You are not even a young lady, but you are not willing to get married at your age, which makes me angry every day. To be honest, young lady, you are too picky. Which of the young talents that my husband introduced to you is not good? The third son of Niu Shilang has extraordinary literary talent.
; Da Lang in General Wu's Mansion is so brave that he is invincible against the younger generation in Jinling City; Liu Shangyue, the son of the leader of Mo Jian Guan, is both civilized and martial, handsome and suave;
Mr. Zhao from the martial arts school..." Bai Ting twirled his fingers and said one by one.
Wang Liangmi wrinkled his nose and snorted: "Most of Niu Shilang's third son's poems are written by others. He can be called a 'literary thief'! Wu Dalang doesn't have a bright mind and is just a 'fool'! Liu Shangyue pretends to be a romantic and looks for flowers every day.
, hooking up with many women, he is a total 'slut'! And that Mr. Zhang..." She pinched Bai Ting's nose and said jokingly, "Look at you little girl, when you mention these things
The young master's eyes are shining, could it be that he has fallen in love with you?"
Bai Ting ran away with a smile: "No way? I just want to make a bed for the young lady and her future uncle."
"Stop folding the bed and just roll onto the bed by yourself, right?"
"Miss, you are so ashamed!"
"Hurry and leave!" Wang Liangmi put on a draped silk curtain hat, picked her up and ran towards the backyard of the prefect's mansion in a hurry.
The backyard is a huge garden, planted with precious flowers and trees. Dozens of egrets are walking in front of the rockery covered with vines. They are not afraid when they see Wang Liangmi running towards him. Instead, they gather around her affectionately, flapping their wings as if dancing.
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Governor Zhu's daughter likes egrets the most. Once the fishermen in Jinling City catch an egret that looks good, they will send it to his house and get some reward.
"So good!" Wang Liangmi touched the egret's pillow feathers and quickly walked around the rockery. There was a small door at the end of the winding path behind, leading directly to the outside of the house.
In front of the door, a young man in Tsing Yi was busy cleaning. Bai Ting was not paying attention and tripped on a dustpan in the grass. He bumped into the young man and almost fell down. Fortunately, he was caught in time by the young man.
"You daredevil!" Bai Ting shook off the boy's hand, grabbed his ear, and said coquettishly, "You don't have long eyes. You just throw things around. If you bump into me, can you afford it?"
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"You were obviously careless, why do you still blame Xiao Lu?" Wang Liangmi said gently. After leaving the boudoir, she immediately changed into the look of a noble lady, her manners were elegant and measured, and her speech became slow and soft.
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"Yes, yes, it's my fault." Xiao Lu lowered his head and stammered. He had pale skin, a slender neck, and a particularly thin figure. It seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
"This reckless girl didn't hurt you, did she?" Wang Liangmi said to Xiao Lu casually, "It's getting late and your body is weak. You should go to rest early after finishing your work."
Xiao Lu raised his head, caught a glimpse of Wang Liangmi's bright eyes, and lowered his head as if in fright, murmuring: "I, I'm not, it's okay...I, thank you, Miss." His face turned red, all the way to his neck.
Gen, finally mustered up the courage to finish what he said. When he raised his head, Wang Liangmi had already walked away.
He stood silently, staring at the slightly swaying courtyard door. An astonishing power flashed from his weak body, setting off a gust of wind. Fallen leaves flew up all over the ground, and the chaotic past drifted away...
After many years, he finally waited for it again.
With a flash of footsteps, his entire body became transparent, as if he had turned into an invisible ghost, following Wang Liangmi.
"Miss, look, isn't that Mr. Wu?" After walking a few steps out of the back door, Bai Ting saw Xie Xuan excitedly turning around from the front door of the Prefect's Mansion.
He was wearing a black soft-armored battle robe, carrying a giant sword on his back, and striding like lightning. Although his handsome facial features had not changed, his eyes were rather silly.
"This Wu Da fool, I even quietly walked through the back door, why am I still entangled with him?" Wang Liangmi stamped his feet, pretending not to see Xie Xuan, and Shi Shiran continued to walk forward.
"Sister Zhu! Slow down! I'm the big man!" Xie Xuan shouted in the street, attracting passers-by's side glances. He kicked hard with the soles of his feet, like a fierce horse, leaping up and catching up with him after a few ups and downs.
Wang Liangmi and two others.
Wang Liangmi clenched her fists secretly. What kind of pig girl or sheep girl? This fool even called him such a vulgar name. She really wanted to punch him in the face. "It turns out he is a brother from the Wu family. What a coincidence." She turned sideways.
He lifted up half of his hat and bowed his head gracefully, as if he had just discovered Xie Xuan.
Xie Xuan smiled honestly: "What a coincidence. I have been waiting for you at the gate of the prefect's mansion for more than half an hour. I thought that today is the Lantern Festival, and Sister Zhu, you will definitely come out to watch the lanterns."
"I'm really sorry for the long wait, young master." Wang Liangmi put down her hat gauze and curled her lips secretly.
Bai Ting blinked: "Hehe, Mr. Wu, you are very attached to my young lady. Isn't it like not seeing her for one day, like three autumns apart?"
"That's not the case, I'm just, just..." Xie Xuan scratched his forehead, and a moment of confusion flashed in his eyes. He didn't have any other thoughts, he just felt that Zhu Xinyi, the daughter of Governor Zhu, was particularly kind, as if he was familiar with her.
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"Master Wu is going shopping to watch the lanterns, why are you wearing this armor?" Bai Ting asked curiously.
Xie Xuan was stunned for a moment. A series of fragmentary afterimages seemed to flash through his mind, but they were blurry. He was dazed for a while before he came back to his senses.
This idiot from Wuhan University was stupid again... Wang Liangmi rolled his eyes angrily.
"Sister Xiao Cui, I have always been in battle." Xie Xuan subconsciously touched the half of the jade ring close to his chest and replied calmly. He didn't know why, but he often felt uneasy and always felt that there was something hidden around him.
He had an indescribable sinister feeling, so he didn't take off his armor even when sleeping, keeping his giant sword under his pillow.
Fortunately, the Jade Huang, which he always wears close to his body, sends a burst of warmth from time to time to dispel the evil spirits. He was born with a jade in his mouth and is known as a genius given by heaven. Although he has a habit of being in a daze, it is also regarded as a trait of genius.
He has always been highly valued by his tribe.
Shi Chong's palm touched the lacquered wood painted screen.
A bone-chilling cold breath came from the palm of his hand, and his hand seemed to be stuck to the screen, unable to break free.
His vision became blurry and swayed like smoke. One by one, the painted figures turned their faces and cast strange glances at him.