Mei Gongqing

Both Xie Wan and Wang Bian were forced to leave in Nanshan after two or three days of rest. This is a tired car and two weak women are not able to continue their physical strength. Therefore, when they return, they are almost five miles away.

This is a slow way. When they came outside Jiankang City, it was four months later.

When it came, it was still spring. When it was back, it was already bright and the lotus began to fall.

Looking around the lush green, Xie Wan murmured: "A dream is like a new year."

The king looked back at her and shook his head and whispered, "What is the year, but only in April." Her tone is full of joy and expectation of returning home.

The carriage began to accelerate.

When I entered Jiankang City, it was in the evening, the golden sun was hanging in the west, in the blue and blue sky, a cloud of debris came with the wind.

Walking, the king suddenly said, "What are they looking at?"

Xie Wan is still thinking and thinking, and he starts to look up.

This looked up, she was on both sides of the street, countless obsessive and focused eyes.

Xie Wan's lips are slightly raised, she smiles lightly, her gestures are graceful, and she caresses the broken hair of the horns. She thinks that they are naturally me!

Originally, she was still a little uneasy. The four-month-old car was exhausted and her spirits were so depressed that her hair was slightly reduced, and the original white skin was a bit dull. However, at this moment, with so many obsessive eyes, Xie Wan only felt that all the exhaustion and melancholy were swept away.

Unbearable, she stretched out the filigree fingers and smashed the broken hair on the other side to the back of her ear.

To be honest, everyone's eyes are too obsessive, too focused, this pair of eyes and eyes are not turning, the deceitful scorpion, let Xie Wan happy, still a bit flattered.

Because of this treatment, she has never encountered it before.

This era is a strange era. In the Han and the Three Kingdoms, if there is a beautiful beauty, it must be full of empty streets. In this era, almost everyone has no feeling for the beautiful beauty.

Can make them obsessed, and crazy, become a beautiful man.

If a teenager has a peerless appearance, noble temperament, and extraordinary origin, then he will become a person admired by the whole people.

Therefore, although Xie Wan is self-sufficient, although she is one of the famous Jiankang beauty, she can only go to the streets, even if she is dressed up, it seems that there are only a few people, absolutely not the same as today, being hundreds of Thousands of eyes, staring at me.

As Xie Wan worked hard to maintain a graceful smile and tried to make the posture quite beautiful, it was almost sudden, and the sound of the king’s breath was coming. "Is he? How come he is so fast?"

Regardless of the image of Xie Wan’s hard maintenance, the Wang block said, holding her sleeves and saying: "Awan, this kid has come, hey, and he has made such a coquettish appearance, which has attracted people's obsession."

Leading everyone obsessed?

Xie Wan is awkward.

Just then, a carriage drove out from the side and came to her.

As the carriage appeared, Xie Wan took a breath.

In the carriage, half a boy was hiding.

It is as beautiful as the carved five senses, as well as the robe of the ink and the gold, and the thin, like a flap of the young man’s youthful and strong body, vaguely depicting the lotus-like youth under the clothes. And Zhang Yang, and noble.

Looking at the looming juvenile body, Xie Wan’s heartbeat suddenly became a mess. But she knows that she is not a heart, she is just being shocked by this beauty.

No one can blame the juvenile's robe for being too thin, and looking up, the expensive people on the street, the majority are wearing this thin, sloppy dress.

(When Mawangdui Han Tomb was unearthed, there was such a robe. It is said that he wore a dozen layers and could also see a **** scorpion under his chest. It can be said that this thin robes were in the hot season at that time. , is popular.

Of course, this is just a robe, and the clothes that are generally worn in the lower body are still thicker. )

When Xie Wan saw God, he realized that it was not her, but the boy.

For the eyes of everyone, the juvenile seems to be used to it, as if he never cares about the eyes of others. He is lazily looking at a bamboo slip.

A gust of wind blew and raised the inner curtain of the silky scorpion. There was such a glimpse of a glimpse of the beautiful face of the teenager. When gently touching, everyone felt that the wind seemed to be his own hand. It is touching the face that the heavens have carefully carved out.

The wind blew, the silk swayed, and sometimes it was swayed, sometimes drifting away, like the hearts of everyone, sometimes flying, sometimes intoxicated.

Xie Wanqing woke up and she gritted her teeth: "How did he come?"

She looked at the king and asked in a row: "How can he come to Jiankang, is it difficult to make it, and Qilang is ready to go out?"

The king is still watching the boy, she whispered: "Which teenager is a thin spring shirt. Today I know that there are also some thoughts in these seven words."

After she had read it, she looked back at Xie Wan and shook her head. She smiled bitterly. "It shouldn't be." She shook her head again and frowned. "This kid is only 13 years old. When I meet in the mountains, I don't know if he has So beautiful."

After all, she is a man of Wang Wang. At this moment, she has turned a few thoughts, all of which are suspicions of the arrival of a teenager, what impact it will have on Jiankang, and what effect it will have on the family.

At this moment, the boy slowly slammed the book and looked up.

As soon as he lifted his head, he reached the king and Xie Wan. The phoenix was a yin, and the young boy grinned and lazily called: "It’s so good."

His voice did not come out.

Just as he smiled, a scream screamed, and countless screams of his girls, not only drowned his voice completely, rushed up the flow of people, but also pushed the carriage of Xie Wan and Wang Wang far away. .

This seems to be a signal.

In a twinkling of an eye, more and more voices came, and a woman on the left side of Xie Wan was busy looking for flowers and fruits in her own basket.

After searching for a long time, she never looked for it. She looked at the side and took a lotus. When she reached out and grabbed it, she threw her hand into the black carriage surrounded by the crowd.

She opened a good head.

In a twinkling of an eye, countless women picked up the fruit and flowers and squatted into the carriage. They were squatting here, and the girls were holding hands and standing in front of the three teams.

When the girls held hands, the king said unhappy: "Bad, I don't know when I can go home."

At this time, there was a habit, and there was a beautiful young boy on the street. Everyone has the right to block the road. Passers-by, who are the shackles of the fish, are the biggest aristocrats, and they have to be tolerated, and they have to wait for those who voluntarily let go - this is a romantic.

Young girls holding hands, eyes Lian Lian, the road closures happily stopping the car, the a cappella mouth up,

"Whose clothes teenager thin? Alas! The face of it seems like a demon Jiao month? Alas! Unprovoked kicking concubine enchanted! Oh! I want to let go and fall apart! Alas! The king and lived, when three candidates, in future Menghun good Acacia ... ..."

Girls singing a stop, instantaneous laughter rang out, the laughter just like a spring, with the wind, with the setting sun, scattered to the sky, drew a free Happy.