"Is it true! I'll ask you if it's true!"

The siblings climbed up the tree outside the house and stared at the tip of the morning. Finally, they saw the Persian woman walking out. She was not wearing a veil today, but just leaned at the door to quietly enjoy the snow. Her face bloomed in the snow, shocking Zuo Rou.

“It’s really…”

Zuo Rou had already remembered it when her mother passed away. She could clearly remember her mother's face. The woman in front of her could actually be nine points similar to her mother. If she hadn't looked a few years younger than her, Zuo Rou would have to jump down and call her mother.

"I'm right, right?" Zuo Fang was nervous and expectant: "She is about twenty years old. Do you think she is reincarnated by her mother?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Zuo Rou is now a general, and at this time he began to calm down: "Let's go down and ask first, you can speak Persian, right?"

"Yes."

"Walk."

But just as the two of them climbed down from the tree, the woman's eyes suddenly raised gently and said with a smile: "I don't know who the visitor is? I don't know why I looked at it for a long time but refused to show up?"

If this was in Persia, she had already ordered people to take a knife to tie up the person who had peeped at the morning, but this was in Chang'an, just like Song Beiyun clearly suspected her but never took her for guilt. She had to abide by the rules of one place in one place. She was very sure that as long as someone took action on her side, she would appear in Song Beiyun's prison in the afternoon.

After all, God knows how many Chang'an spies are staring at this place.

After she finished speaking, Zuo Rou walked out from behind the tree with a hat of snow, and was following Zuo Fang, a follower.

"It's nothing." Zuo Rou patted the snow on her body and came to her: "Just heard from my brother that you look like my mother, so I'll come over and take a look. Hello, what's your name?"

Butterfly frowned, but she felt a little confused. She had seen countless kinds of chatter in the world, but she had never heard of such chatter.

"Then does this girl think I look like?"

Zuo Rou raised her head and looked at it for a long time, nodding vigorously: "It looks very much."

While she raised her head, Butterfly also saw her appearance and couldn't help but exclaim in her heart, because the woman in front of her looks really delicate, she has always been quite confident in her appearance, otherwise she wouldn't have thought of using herself to approach the ruler in Chang'an. But now after seeing the person in front of her, she even felt a little dazed.

A woman with dark hair but obvious Persian characteristics has fair skin but looks rosy and healthy, with three-dimensional facial features and more oriental temperament. Such a woman is really rare, and even women are both women, they can't help but take a look at her more.

Butterfly looked at the woman in front of her who was staring at her like a beast, and the young man behind her, and she couldn't help laughing: "It's cold outside, so it's better to come in the house. There are not many people here who come here on weekdays."

"Then I'm not polite."

Zuo Rou shook her hand and took Zuo Fang in, and the two of them came to this small yard.

The place here is not big, but it is still quiet. It does not have the strange style that is commonly found in Persians. Instead, it is a smaller version of Suzhou gardens. There is a small pond in the corner of the yard, and there are red carp in the pond. Although there is thin ice on the top, the fish are still swimming slowly under the water. There is also a square pavilion with tilted corners outside the pond, which is small and delicate. Hanging a curtain is a good place to cool off.

There are no trees in the yard, but there is a chilly orange tree stretching into the outside of the yard. Behind the house there is a crabapple winding into the yard from outside the wall, which happens to cover the fish pond.

At first glance, it is only a person who is well versed in Feng Shui to make such arrangements. Zuo Rou doesn't understand, but Zuo Fang keeps paying attention.

After entering the door, there are rich bamboos planted in the entrance hall, and the ground is covered with a wool carpet that is only available in Persia. Take off your shoes and walk up barefoot, making it warm and comfortable.

After passing the entrance, there is a small tea stand, placed on a short table, and there is no chair to sit cross-legged. On the wall, there is a quiet and far-reaching calligraphy hanging. It looks like it is not a famous artist, but its calligraphy attainment is not low.

There is also a room of books from Zhou Yi to the Book of Rites, and there are many books and magazines about Chang'an. Even the Chinese-language comparison dictionary that appeared in the bookstore for the first time last year.

No matter how you look, it doesn't look like a room of such a beautiful woman, but rather like a room of a scholar who is pursuing the exam. The coal stove by the wall warms the room, and even the ugly chimney is decorated beautifully.

"Please sit."

Butterfly warmly invited the siblings to sit down, and then she knelt on the side and lit a small red mud stove with the olive kernels to start tea for the guests.

Her posture is graceful and attractive, and her every move shows the word "Lady" vividly, while Zuo Rou, who is raising her elder brother's legs next to her, forms a sharp contrast.

"Although you don't know how to explain it, since you say that I am similar to the two high halls, that's fate. I hope you can accept it with a smile."

"Are you a Persian?" Zuo Rou leaned against the wall and looked up and down at her: "If you don't know, you might think which lady is from this little accent."

"Sorry, please wait."

The butterfly walked to the next room and within a short while, she took a plate of candied petals and salted plums, tea and sweet fruits. It was snowing outside and the room was full of warmth. It was really a delicate person.

"Are you married?" Zuo Rou rubbed a handful of petals into her mouth: "If you are not married, I will introduce my father to you as a refrain."

When Zuo Fang heard that her sister started talking nonsense again, she quickly kicked her under the table and signaled her not to talk nonsense.

Butterfly was not angry, but just laughed: "I already have something in my heart, and I really let the lady down. If I am disgusted and discouraged in the future, I will definitely ask the lady to help me."

"Hahaha, can anyone in the world reject you? Impossible! Absolutely impossible." Zuo Rou waved her hand and laughed: "If I were a man, I wouldn't be able to hold it. You are so beautiful and sexy."

"Sister!" Zuo Fang shouted in a low voice, his tone full of helplessness.

Butterfly has seen strong winds and waves. Not only did she not mind, she smiled very happily, but after she finished laughing, her eyes were quite resentful: "I'm going to say that this sister is really there. I've been approaching with kindness again and again, but unfortunately, they regard me as nothing. Don't even say it's close, I won't even say the name."

"There are also such dog men? Tell me who it is, I'll tie you up and get married that night."

Butterfly was so angry that she was talking about it that she looked at her cheeks, but she still waved her hands repeatedly and said, "This is a matter of force. Now I think it's just because I'm not a Song Dynasty scholar. If it really works, I won't be scolded as a bastard in the future."

This word is Zuo Rou's taboo word, and she became angry and suddenly became angry. Because this woman looks very similar to her mother, she is born with a good impression. In addition, she is a mixed-race person, so she is particularly sensitive to this title.

"Bang"

She pounded the table hard: "I am a Han and Perse, who dares to say a bastard, tell me! I broke my leg and I will take a photo of you in Chang'an City in the future. If anyone treats you, you will be called Zuo Rou."

Butterfly's eyes turned and he quickly began to search for the name, then accurately positioned a person. After contacting her, she suddenly felt like a mirror, but her face still looked innocent: "Then we will rely more on our sister to take care of her in the future."

After hearing this, Zuo Rou patted her breasts loudly, but Zuo Fang always felt something was wrong. However, his temperament was already depressing, so he didn't show off just to drink tea quietly and listen to the two women around him.

Zuo Rou and Butterfly exchanged names, and within a short while they were already intimate like sisters. However, Zuo Fang became more careful from beginning to end, and Butterflyer obviously noticed Zuo Fang's caution, and she began to speak tactfully.

But Zuo Rou didn't notice that as long as this girl was not on the battlefield or on the sand table, she basically would not use her brain, so she could not see the other party's expression change at all.

Butterfly left Zuo Rou to have dinner at home, but Zuo Fang said that there was something else at home that insisted on pulling her sister away.

The new sister reluctantly said goodbye and made a promise for the next time, and then Zuo Rou was pulled out by Zuo Fang.

"What are you doing? You won't stop me from having a meal?"

"Sister... something is wrong with this woman."

"Why is something wrong? I think she is so right. If all the girls in the world want this, what other men should I find?"

Zuo Fang was watching her stupid sister in the snow and was anxious, so she had to explain helplessly to Zuo Rou: "I found three doubts."

"Where are three places, you said."

"In this first place, you and me were originally more than ten feet apart from her. She didn't even look at us but knew where we were. It means that she was obviously a martial arts master, but after seeing you and me, she was so weak."

"Well... makes sense, then?"

"The second thing is that after she knew who you were, she was extremely attentive. She kept talking about Persia with you, and even said that she could trace the origin for her mother. She has passed away for nearly twenty years. How did she trace the origin? If she couldn't trace the origin, why did she boast about it again? This shows that she knows your identity and wants to go further with you."

"This... I think it's okay. Maybe she loves bragging?"

Zuo Fang was so amused that such a woman was not a bragging person no matter how she looked at her. When she was drinking tea, she saw a book of scriptures and an unfinished Warring States Policy on the short couch next to her. Is that a book that good people can read?

"Then, my sister, haven't you noticed this third point? She has been inquiring about things at home, and even mentioned her brother-in-law three or five times inadvertently. Although you didn't say that your brother-in-law is Song Beiyun, she was really a little deliberate. I'm not good at anything else, but the women in the fireworks and willow alleys do this."

Zuo Rou narrowed her eyes: "Can she be my dog ​​if her lover is my sweetheart?"

Zuo Fang pondered for a moment: "She may not have a lover."
Chapter completed!