Pretty Her

The rattle of the horse's hoof was deafening, more rapid than before.

Tall horses and golden saddles, arrogant momentum.

She looked forward, and it turned out to be him.

Xiao Min shook his horse forward with both hands. Suddenly Lema, the horse almost jumped, everyone under the tree was frightened.

She stared blankly. The man sat high on the horse's back, his face was quiet, and he could not see a trace of emotion.

It's as if just coming back to see the excitement.

The hired plots saw the momentum and did their best to perform, "Don't do bad things, get out of here!"

Xiao Chen held his chin high and said nothing. Several domestic servants hurriedly chased after him.

Yun Zheng glanced forward quickly again.

Although he was ruthless and had no frowns on his brows, those eyes had betrayed him.

Obsidian-like eyes are chilling cold, because of the double peach eyes, it adds a bit of transparency. When he looked at her, she caught the warmth in his eyes.

Like a lake in winter, the lake is frozen, but the water is wavy under the lake.

His hand, calmly stroked his sabre around his waist.

Yun Zheng responded quickly and signaled the hired person to leave immediately.

The first few were stunned, and then pretended to be weak, then stepped back and found a reason, fiercely: "Let your kid be lucky today, and see how handsome you look, this little girl will let you go!" "

Having said that, they fled into the desert and did not dare to stay more.

Take money to do things, but there is no need to kill someone. At first glance, the man on horseback is not an ordinary person. He looks cold and arrogant, but is full of murderousness.

Not angry.

Xiao Kun waved his hand, and the house servant chased after him with prudence.

It means trying to kill everything.

The terrain here is so clever. Even the most experienced masters will inevitably get lost in the jungle. They have already settled the retreat route. She is not worried that those people will be caught.

At this moment, she just needs to worry about herself.

Yun Yan lowered his eyebrows, cried tremblingly, and pear blossomed with rain. A pair of golden swallow boots stepped forward slowly, and she heard his faint voice, like jade setting, "Girl, don't cry."

There was no concern at all, and it was indifferent, as if it was not the robbers and robbers that they just ran into, but the monk crossing.

He bent down to pick up the drapery for her. She chose to lift her face at this moment, and a pair of thin white and tender hands pulled his robes weakly, and she cried, "Thank you, thank you for saving me."

She opened her eyes full of water, and her lips were half awkward. When talking to people, she trembled slightly, like a little red-eyed bunny.

At the moment when the four eyes were opposite, Xiao Yan's eyebrows narrowed slightly. He stared at her without blinking, his eyes were deep, his thin lips curled into a line, as if he was thinking about something important.

Yun Zheng straightened up and got closer to him. "Son, such great gratitude, little girl can't think of it, only ..."

He waited with interest for her to say the next sentence.

The grace of life-saving should be promised by the body.

This is mostly the case. Over the years, every woman who tried to get close to him used this set of rhetoric. He could hear cocoons in his ears.

The delicate woman in front of her eyes changed her voice: "Only day and night green lanterns can accompany her, and pray for blessings for her son."

Xiao Yan was a little stunned, and almost thought he heard it wrong.

He didn't push her hand to put on her robe, but held her aside, she was very soft, and one fell into his arms. As the petals swirled down and fluttered from the branch, he was the rough branch. She leaned on him and just touched his chest. He only jumped away instantly.

The two were separated, and there was an aroma in the wind. He sniffed softly before she hit him and passed the aroma to him.

He took a step forward, his boots stepped into the wet mud and mud. In addition to the aroma on the brocade, and the dust from her body, he looked back and saw that her dress was dirty and extremely embarrassed.

He took her faint remarks, and opened his eyes to talk nonsense: "The road is uneven, and you pull out a knife to help, the girl does not need to be attentive, let alone the blue light for today's affairs."

He spoke, and moved a step closer.

This time, instead of drilling into his arms, she stepped back, holding the big tree on her back, her voice soft and glutinous: "I don't know if my son knows anything, I originally planned to become a monk, so I traveled alone. It's Shangbailu Temple. "

He glanced at her dress, simple and unremarkable, like a woman from a poor family, but looking at the whole temperament, she looked like she was full of pride.

He asked lightly, "Oh? Why would a girl become a monk?"

Thinking of sadness, she wept lowly. "My son doesn't ask. I have no other choice but to become a monk."

He had come to her, the two of them had shoe tips facing each other and their robes dangled.

She cried so sadly, with a small face, full of despair and depression. He raised his hand and stroked her face, tears on his fingertips, hot and hot.

"girl?"

"Ok?"

"The White Deer Temples are all monks and do not accept female concubines."

She stared at him with open eyes, pure and innocent, touching. "Really? Where should I go?"

Xiao Yan chuckled softly, his movements never slowed down, and wiped away the tears on her face. She didn't dare to resist, glanced at him in fear, then lowered her head.

His hand slowly moved down, gently pinching her chin, with a cold posture, revealing the majesty of condescension.

He has seen many beautiful women, either oblivious to the city or windy, but like her, he saw them for the first time.

The flirtatious bone is born, and it is amazing. With just one glance, one can no longer look away.

He did n’t know what was wrong, and suddenly he was n’t too troublesome, and he was very excited, and said to her, “If the girl does n’t hate, there is a hall in my house for the passersby to cross the night. If the girl has no way to go, follow me Back home. "

She didn't respond. She bit her lower lip, twisted the sleeves of her gauze with both hands, and said something like a kitten crying. "No, thank you, my son. I ’m going to find a place for myself. Today ’s kindness , The little woman must keep in mind that there will be a period after the son. "

She finished speaking, next to the gap, moved away from him, picked up the baggage on the ground, took a few steps forward, suddenly remembered something, turned back, hesitated forward, and tried to take the cap from his hand: "My son, my cap ..."

He didn't let go, watching her clumsy hands, nervous and panicked, as if there were some wicked men in front of her eyes, just thinking about leaving quickly.

She was so anxious that she cried again, "My son, you let go ..."

Xiao Xun was very patient and casually tossed out: "Girl, you look like you're on your way, I'm afraid it will provoke more wolves."

She shuddered: "Thank you so much for your attention ..."

Xiao Yan leaned closer, his tone intolerable: "I'll go back to my house and change my clothes."

She didn't answer.

He frowned displeasedly: "Why, the girl doesn't believe me?"

She no longer refused, I was afraid, or panicked, her red lips trembling slightly, as if to tell him, but also to comfort herself: "My son is a good man, how can I not believe him?"

He saw her take a deep breath, as if made a great deal of determination, a pair of white tender hands held his robe sleeves again: "boy, please trouble you."

"No trouble." He let go of his hand at this moment, and she got the cap.

He came forward in time, and Yingying's thin waist was unbearable. She was like a white and flawless flower in his palm. The more innocent she looked, the more she wanted to slap.

She was ashamed and flushed, tender and juicy like a peach, panting and pushing him away.

Xiao Yan stood upright, like a gentleman Liu Xiahui.

The servants who chased into the jungle came back half an hour later. During this period, he didn't say a word to her any more, but occasionally Yu Guang glanced over her side and saw her leaning against the tree, her hands clasped, and the drooping under the bonnet shaking with the wind.

The servant came forward and said, "Master, the robbers are extremely cunning, and we have not been able to arrest them."

Xiao Xun swept over Yun Yun's side, as if he had long thought that the servant could not fulfill his mission, he waved his hand lightly, and signaled the servant to bring the horse.

"Bring this girl home."

The servants looked at each other and looked at each other.

The owner never takes an outsider back to his house, let alone a woman. Even an innocent and cute kitten and puppies call for help in front of the owner, but only be ignored.

The host is most afraid of troubles, especially troubles of unknown origin like this.

Today, it is uncharacteristically surprising.

The servant took the horse to Yun Mi, and her voice was weak and weak: "This man, I don't know how to ride a horse, can you bother me for a ride?"

She tossed a word at the servant, but her eyes looked towards Xiao Yan, and she just faced him, moved away immediately, and immediately retracted her gaze.

Xiao Yan was already on the horse. At this moment, he heard such a word, hesitated for a long while, and came to her in front of her, and stretched out her hand with a low waist.

She took his hand.

He grabbed her with a little effort.

The beauty was in her arms, exhaling Youlan, "Thank you son."

He pursed his thin lips, his face indifferent, and grabbed the stable's hand but tightened unconsciously. "Sit tight."

The horse was screaming and the wind was gone.

Until the person disappeared from the field of vision, for a long time, the person hidden in the green shade of the mountain stepped out slowly, the sea-blue monk's clothing and the forest green were merged into one.

She succeeded.

The virtual spirit looked up and looked forward, and the long slab road stretched out as if it had fallen into the clouds without reaching the bottom.

When she came, she carried her down the mountain, and when she came back, she was all alone, but she was carrying a stone.

He sighed "Amitabha."

In addition to wishing her success, she can no longer do what he wants.

A section of the road, walking on both ends.

Xiao Ranma kept rushing to the house and entered the house. He simply told him a sentence or two without any special performance. He didn't even ask her name, then turned away and plunged into the busy official affairs.

In the middle of the night, the butler raised the lantern in front of him, and went to the government to visit the office in the afternoon, and told him what he hadn't seen before. What about people? "

The steward did not respond for a moment: "Master Li has already left."

Xiao Yan: "I asked the woman who was brought back from outside today."

The steward turned back and carefully answered, "It was arranged to live in the West Chamber."

Xiao Xuan took the horn lamp from his hand, but the steward held it up, followed immediately, and whispered, "Where is the owner?"

Xiao Yan's pace eased and smoothed: "Night Tour."

The moonlight melted, illuminating several peony plants beside the stage, the window of the western room was half open, and the light of Douda shone on the window screen, reflecting a delicate and delicate figure.

She supported her cheeks with one hand and was dazed at the moon.

Xiao Yi extinguished the light, his hands were behind him, and a bunch of flowers under the window, across the flowers, he looked at her, her white paper Ruoxi's skin was blown, and I looked sad and sad.

She couldn't see the tall figure standing there. But when she saw him, she pretended not to see it, and hurriedly rushed out the wick and opened the window lattice.

He came to the door, and when he heard the movement behind the door, there seemed to be some noise against the door.

She is burglar-proof.

interesting.

Xiao Yan said: "Girl?"

In his calm and clear voice, there was a bit of arrogance. He doesn't need to worry about anything.

At this point, he just wanted to tease her.

She did not respond.

He shouted again, "Girl?"

She finally said, "My son, I've fallen asleep."

To her, he turned a deaf ear and asked arrogantly, "What's your name?"

There was silence for a long time.

She replied softly, "Ama."

"Which word?"

"Yan Xing nightmare."

He pressed her name under the tip of her tongue and savored it. She no longer asked, and turned to leave. Going to the end of the road, turning around and looking around, the light in the house lit up again, reflecting the profile of her side face.

Xiao Yan's eyes were deep and he laughed shortly.

Out of the stone arch, the housekeeper was waiting outside, bowing his waist and begging to show: "Master, how do you entertain this girl in the future?"

Xiao Yan threw the lamp and strode forward: "No need to entertain, go with her."

The housekeeper hurried to keep up, Er Zhang couldn't touch his head.

He heard about it today. The owner picked up a girl and went back to his house. He thought it was a serious person for the first time.

The steward asked arbitrarily, "Master, do you want to check the girl's origin?"

Xiao Yuan rolled his sleeves and watched the moon, and the figure of Gao Junjun grew longer in the month. "No need to check."

They always have various identities. Checked, it was a white check.

I just do n’t know which one of the people who sent it to the family this time has improved a lot, and finally chose the one that can be seen.

His court affairs are cumbersome, and his heart is often depressed and extremely irritable. This is exactly the time to come to an end. Means are much smarter than those ordinary women in the past, at least they know how to escape.

The housekeeper asked blankly, "Do you do nothing?"

Xiao Min laughed, "Yes, do nothing."

Just wait and see what she does.