Chapter 519 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (82)

Xueer was happy and ordered her maid to guard the door, and she pushed open the door of the wing room with a proud look.

Ningshen fragrance was burning in the wing room, and white smoke rose. Through the hazy haze, Yue Qing saw a monk wearing a green robe leaning against the couch to read a book. Her eyebrows and eyes were cold, black eyes and white skin, and her expression was light, like an amazing immortal.

After hearing the sound of the door opening, she raised her eyes slightly, and when she saw Xueer, she looked surprised, and seemed to be a little confused.

Xue'er stared at her blankly. The moment she looked at each other, her face suddenly turned red, revealing a bit of her daughter's shyness and softness. Even her voice softened a lot, as if she was afraid of scaring her away.

"Who are you?"

Xue'er did not tie this monk with the vixen who hooked up the leader. After all, who compared such an immortal to such a vulgar person?

A clear and indifferent voice asked casually: "Who is the girl?"

"I……"

Xue'er returned to her mind and then she regained her rationality. There was only one person locked up in the courtyard. She did not see a maid through the courtyard, and there was no one else except the guards. So this person was the person the leader had been thinking about before.

Wearing a loose green robe, his posture was tilted, but his expression was cold and uncensored. Seeing that the group of people came were not kind, his eyebrows did not raise a single point.

Xue'er thought she was coming to see a charming fox, but she knew that she was a proud and cold monk in front of her.

This was nothing like what she had originally imagined, which caused her harsh words to get stuck in her throat and would not be able to say them.

But he was unwilling to lose his momentum. Xueer's arrogant and arrogant expression still returned to her. She glanced at her with a squinted look, but a little charming melted on her face: "I am the leader of the leader. Let me see how charming the person who hooked the leader in the past was. I didn't expect that he was a monk who became a monk. Are you monks so shameless now?"

He mocked people and pricked them in the softest and most painful place. He looked slightly malicious and glanced at Wen Xien's reaction.

But the other party did not move at all, and his eyes fell on the book in his hand again, ignoring it.

Xue'er will be dissatisfied for a long time. She is like a clown in front of a monk, the kind of clown who cannot attract her gaze.

Xue'er is not a willful person, but she has been raised to be a little bit of indulgent. In addition, she can't bear to see Wen Xien always be out of trouble, so she will stumbling to ask Wen Xien to accompany her to travel to the lake to cook tea.

The way of stuttering the back house has never grown up brightly, and it looks peaceful.

For example, when cooking tea, just keep smiling and hiding the knife in your mouth.

I knelt down and boiled water in front of the small stove. Even on the winter solstice, I felt sweaty on my face after a long time.

Or maybe Xue'er's eyes were as charming as silk, and she was smiling but not smiling, and wanted to paint for Wen Xien.

Wen Xien didn't want to pay attention to her, but this woman was particularly terrifying and would not make herself feel no presence and make the yard uneasy.

Wen Xien had to keep in one position and remained motionless.

If your eyes are blinking, your body is shaking, and if you are a little wrong, you will use the adjustment of your posture to secretly rub, pinch and slap.

Although the attack was not very heavy, Wen Xien's skin was thin and white. A light pinch left a light red mark on it.

Ke Changqing didn't know it, on the contrary, he knew it when the woman first went there. The garden courtyard was full of his people, and he knew it when a fly flew in.

But he did not stop him. Ke Changqing wanted to know what Wen Xien reacted. No matter what the reaction was, he would just have a little reaction. As long as Wen Xien said a soft word, or even was willing to take the initiative to say something to him. He would rely on her and give her everything.

The result was still very disappointing. As he expected, Ke Changqing got angry at that time, and he smashed everything in the study. There were always people kneeling on the ground and dared not speak.

Ke Changqing gasped violently, his eyes turned red with anger. He thought hard, seeing when Wen Xien could bear it!

Xueer was a little scared at first and didn't dare to do too much, but Ke Changqing didn't say a word, as if she had completely forgotten the people in this yard, which made her behavior even more rampant.

Xueer, who was used to being willful, suddenly had a whim and asked Wen Xien to help her pick a lotus of water.

This season, the lake water is almost frozen, and there are only some lotus flowers that are still blooming. These lotus flowers are not ordinary lotus flowers, and they bloom particularly beautifully in the winter solstice.

Wen Xien's cold eyes looked at Xueer's almond eyes at close range. The woman was meaningful and smiled.

It's just one is cold and the other is Su Mei. I don't know. When I look at it from a distance, I think it's a perfect couple with affection.

Wen Xien nodded and whispered: "Miss, remember to call someone to catch it."

The woman didn't understand, so she blinked gently: "What does it mean?"

"I am not water-free."

Xueer didn't understand the meaning yet, but she just said casually, and she would row a boat in a small boat if she didn't understand the water. What's the matter with retrieving people?

But when Wen Xien finished speaking, he turned his head and jumped into the water without hesitation, and was stunned.

It took a long time to hear someone shouting: "I fell into the water, someone fell into the water, save people quickly."

She grabbed the side of the flower shop tightly, and one of the tight armor fell off.

It happened that Hao Guang came over to take a look, ran to find Wen Xien, and saw the whole process clearly.

Of course, he dived to save people as soon as possible.

Others don’t know, but he knows the most. This monk has a very unusual position in the leader’s heart.

If there is anything wrong with each other, no one will have a good life.

Wen Xien, who was rescued by Hao Guang, was holding a light pink lotus in his hand. He was wet by water, making him wet and covered in embarrassment. His cold and indifferent face was still facing the woman on the boat, with an unclear expression in his eyes, and he slightly suppressed his breathing of choking water.

"Did that woman keep making things difficult for you?"

Faced with Hao Guang's anger, Wen Xien seemed very calm, as if she was not the one who drowned just now, "Not."

Hao Guang had no choice but to such an indifferent person. This monk had no good expression on the leader, let alone him.

In the evening, Hao Guang reported this to the leader. Ke Changqing was standing practicing calligraphy. There was no emotion on his face, but the words on the white paper became more and more distorted, like a hideous snake.

His fingertips turned white, and he actually pinched the extremely good-quality wolf hair brush in half.

The crisp sound is particularly harsh.

When Hao Guang heard the crackling sound, his heart trembled, and his head was delivered to his chest.

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