Chapter 472 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (28)

It is not very good-looking, but is a pleasing type.

Yue Ying stared at the woman and raised her chin: "Come here."

The attendant glanced at the woman and waved her hand.

The maids lined up and left the hall gracefully, and the servants also retreated.

The final sound of closing the door ended the rustling sound of leaving.

Yue Ying changed his position and looked at the woman with her eyes looking at the goods, full of pickiness.

After looking at the woman who was still standing quietly and quietly.

He curled the corner of his lower lip and said, what are you doing there? What should I do? What should I do?

The woman's watery eyes looked at Yue Ying and then lowered a little.

She pursed her lower lip and finally moved towards Yue Ying.

Watching the woman walk over, Yue Ying showed silent ridicule.

This is not the type he likes.

He has never wanted any type he likes. He felt bored. Just like this, he couldn't say a word for a long time. Isn't this awesome?

But now Yue Ying thinks it's good to be quieter.

──No matter how much you like to pretend, you are still not **.

He smiled and scolded hard in his heart.

It was Yue Ying who thought the woman was slow to go, and it was Yue Ying who thought she was dirty and did not let her get close after she got closer. It was really moody and unpredictable.

Yue Ying approached and sniffed it on the woman's hair - fortunately, the smell of rouge powder was not strong.

He raised his lips and raised his upper body to stare at the woman. The woman was also looking at him in surprise. After meeting his eyes, he lowered his eyes slightly, and his cheeks were slightly red under the warm yellow candlelight.

"Why don't you talk?"

Yue Ying smiled and asked this question hoarsely without stroking his brain.

He didn't know what he was asking for this - he was not here to talk to someone, but when the impulse of the day was completely unresponsive to different people, he had no reaction at all. If it weren't for the fact that he had such a big reaction during the day, Yue Ying would have suspected that he was broken.

But he just wanted to say it.

Even if the woman didn't respond, he was like talking to himself.

──It's like talking to yourself all the time...

He raised his hand and stroked the other person's cheek, and his eyes and smile suddenly became gentle: "... Say something, I want to hear it."

He felt suddenly uncomfortable.

It was a territory that could not be touched or invaded, and I could only look at it from afar.

It was unique in his heart, and no one could compare to it.

Even if it is a kind of comparison, it is a kind of defilement of it. It is like snow-white paper stained with tiny stains that make people unable to tolerate it so quickly that they will go crazy.

Too pure, he can't stand it being polluted, verbal, eye-catching, even if it can be touched invisibly, it is polluted

──This world is a kind of pollution to it.

"say what?"

The gentle female voice interrupted Yue Ying's thoughts and wandered in his ears.

Yue Ying stared at the woman who was still lowering her eyes as if she woke up from a big dream. She withdrew her hand that was stroking the other person's cheek, and her expression became cold.

──What's more, such a lowly, pretending **.

All the interest was gone, leaving only a strong disgust and disgust.

Yue Ying laughed mockingly: "I won't say anything. Since you don't want to say anything, don't say anything in the future."

The woman was driven out, but Yue Ying's anger and irritability did not fade away at all. Instead, she became more and more intense and she didn't like anything.

Since his eyes healed, Yue Ying had no trace of the gloomy spirit he used to have, but now it seems that there is a brand new strange emotion that he didn't know was injected into it without him knowing it, melting into the blood, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his heart.

He tried to reminisce about the feeling of the day, the slow and comfortable feeling of twitching from top to bottom.

However, Yue Ying remembered the osmanthus tree that day, with the strong osmanthus fragrance at the tip of her nose, and then she couldn't stop thinking about Wen Xien, who showed charity, clean and coldness.

Everything was like gunpowder hitting Mars, and the smoke completely chaoticed his brain, and he could not control the bursting feeling.

——

Yue Ying was out of breath, but gradually calmed down, but she felt empty again.

After venting, Yue Ying thought it would be better, but suddenly realized that a special feeling appeared.

Very uncomfortable.

It's like turning your head for a long time but finding nothing is being caught.

My mind was blank and I couldn't even express my loss.

Yue Ying took a shower again, lying on the bed but couldn't sleep. She finally fell asleep and woke up again in the middle of the night.

The spacious hall was shrouded in hazy night.

——

Willow branches like jasper beads hang down the fluffy green silks, covering the comfortable shade around Wen Xien.

Wen Xien lifted up a piece of her sleeve, revealing her snow-white wrists, and there was a mark in the shape of a light blue water droplet on her snow-white skin.

The color is very light, which means that the power of the mermaid pearl is weakening, which means that Yue Ying's eyes should be getting better soon. When the seal disappears, it will be the day when Wen Xien disappears.

But when Wen Xien asked, Yue Ying still couldn't see clearly and was still confused. Logically speaking, her eyes should be no different from ordinary people.

Then there is only one promise. Yue Ying is lying, but why does he lie? Didn’t he care about his eyes the most?

Now that we are going to do it, we don’t hold a banquet to celebrate, but we still hide it.

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"Jingchen--" Ke Changqing stepped into the door with a red object, and when he was about to arrive, he hid mysteriously behind him.

He was a little shy and half-kneeled next to the monk sitting cross-legged on the cushion. When he saw Wen Xien closing his eyes and reciting the scriptures, he also stopped and did not dare to say anything.

Wen Xien opened his eyes, and Ke Changqing said excitedly: "I guess what I've brought you back."

Wen Xien glanced at him and turned his head aside, ignoring him.

The flashing light in Ke Changqing's eyes was a little dim. He opened the object hidden behind him like a treasure and handed it to Wen Xien. There was a box of exquisitely-spiced red bean pastry.

"I saw that the whole table of pastries was only moved by the plate of red bean pastry that day, and I thought you should love it. When I came back, I happened to see a store selling it, so I bought a box of them. You can try it and see if it tastes delicious."

Wen Xienen's nose twitched, and she smelled a sweet but not greasy fragrance. She was not a street stall.

She looked over and stared at the three big words "Yushizhai" printed on the brocade box.

Wen Xien heard from Yue Ying that the best pastry shops are rumored to be the best in their house, but they are not open in Chang'an City, and those who are queuing up can line up from the east to the west.

The direction of Yue Mansion is 100,800 miles apart, where does it come from? What is the saying goes?

Wen Xien looked at Ke Changqing, who was staring at her with his fox eyes, with anticipation flashing in his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)
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