Mei Gongqing

Shehuan and Wang Zhuang were forced to leave without rest for two or three days in the South Mountains. Such boats were exhausted and two weak women were physically unable to continue, so they walked almost five miles to rest on their return journey.

It was four months later when they arrived outside of Kangcheng.

In the spring, the sun is already shining and the lotus blossoms begin to fade.

Looking at the lush greenery around him, Xie mumbled: “A dream awakens like age. ”

Wang Chuan looked back at her and shook his head and whispered, "What menstruation, only April.” Her tone is filled with joy and anticipation to return home.

The carriage is accelerating.

As we drove into Kangcheng City, just in the evening, the golden sun hung to the west, blue and blue sky, and the clouds broke with the wind.

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

Xie Yang still lowered her head and raised her head when she heard it.

With this rise, she turned to the side of the street, obsessed and focused with countless eyes.

Xie Wan's lips slightly flashed, she smiled shallow, her posture cleverly extended her fingers, caressed the broken hair of the corner, and thought to herself: I am the one they see!

She was still a little nervous, and the four-month boat was tired and depressed, causing her to have a slight reduction in her face and her otherwise white skin to be a little dull. But at this moment, with so many obsessed eyes, Xie Wan felt that all the exhaustion and melancholy had swept away.

She couldn't help but stretch out her fiber jade fingers and brush the other side of her cheek behind her ear.

Honestly, people's eyes are so obsessed, so focused, these eyes are not turning, dementia eyes, to please Xie Qiang, still a little flattered.

Because of this treatment, she had never met before.

This era is a strange time, in Han and the Three Kingdoms, if a beautiful woman appears, it must be full of city alleys. But in this day and age, almost all of us don't have any feelings for beautiful women.

It fascinates them and makes them crazy, beautiful men.

If a teenager had an extinct face, noble temperament and extraordinary origins, he would become a man of national admiration.

So, although Xie Yuan is proud of her beauty, even though she is one of the famous Jiankang beauties, but she went to the street peacefully, even if dressed up, she seemed to have only so many people, definitely not today, by hundreds of eyes, without blinking.

When Cheyenne tried to keep her smile on her face and try to keep her figure in the air, it was almost sudden, the royal lump of breath came in, “Is that him? How did he get here so fast? ”

Wang Zhuang also ignored Sheyang's painstakingly maintained image and grabbed her sleeve and said: "Ahyan, this kid is here too. Hmm, he also made such a mess, causing people to become obsessed. ”

Obsessed?

Thank you.

At this point, a carriage drove out of the side and came to her front.

As soon as the carriage appeared, Xie took a breath.

Half the wagon was hiding from a teenager.

Beautiful as a sculpted five officials, and that ink and gold tangled sungown, thin as a cicada wings affixed to the young and healthy body of the teenager, implicitly depicting the youthful and exuberant like a fierce lotus flower under the clothing, and noble.

Looking at the hidden body of the teenager, Xie Wan's heart beat suddenly a beat. But she knew she wasn't heartbroken, she was just, like, shocked by this beauty.

No one can blame a teenager for his thin robe, his eyes lifted, and the nobles all over the street, most of them with such thin clothes as cicada wings. (When Ma Wang piled the Han Tomb out of the ground, there was such a robe, said to have worn more than a dozen layers, and there was also a big black mole hidden beneath his chest. It can be said that this thin robe, in the heat of the day, was popular. Of course, it's just a robe. It's usually thicker underwear.

It was only when Sheba saw into God that she was not seen, but by this teenager.

For people's eyes, it is as if a teenager is used to it and as if he never cared about the eyes of others. He was lazily looking at a book called Bamboo Jane. A gust of wind blows up the inner curtain of the wire, there is such a half strand floating on the beautiful face of the teenager, when gently touched, the people feel, the wind is as if it is their hands, it is touching the face carefully carved out of the sky.

The wind blows, the wires drifts, sometimes touches, sometimes drifts away, like the hearts of men, sometimes flies, sometimes intoxicates.

Xie Wan woke up and she bit her teeth: “What brings him here? ”

She looked at Wang Zhuang and asked him, “Why did he come to build Kang? Is it possible that Qilong is ready to go out? ”

Wang Chuan was still looking at the teenager, and she lowered her voice: "Whose teenager's spring shirt is thin? Today we know that out of these seven words, there are also contemplations. ”

After reading it, she looked back at Xie Wan, shook her head and smiled bitterly: “I don't think so.” She shook her head again and frowned: “The boy was barely thirteen years old. I didn't know he was so charming when I met him on the hill. ”

After all, she is a member of the Wang family of Lang Wang. At this moment, she turned several thoughts. She was suspicious of the arrival of juveniles, what impact it would have on Jiankang and what impact it would have on the family.

At this point, the teenager slowly closed Jane and raised her head.

As soon as he lifted his eyes, he stumbled upon Wang Chuanxie and the two of them. His eyes were shady. The teenager smiled with his teeth. "What a coincidence. ”

His voice didn't come out.

Just as he smiled, a scream rose on all sides, and countless young girls embraced him, not only completely submerged his voice, rushing up the flow of people, but also pushed the carriage of the King of Shehua far aside.

It's like a signal.

In the blink of an eye, more and more voices came, and just on the left side of Sheba, a woman, busy looking for flowers and fruits in her basket. After searching for half a day, she glanced at someone beside her with a lotus, and when her hand reached for it, she threw her hand far into the black carriage surrounded by the crowd.

She's got a good head.

In the blink of an eye, countless women picked up the fruit flowers and smashed them into the wagon, where they smashed them, and the girls there held hands and stood in three squads in front of them.

As soon as the girls held hands, Wang Zhuang said unhappily: "It's broken, I don't know when I'll be able to go home. ”

At that time, there was a habit of beautiful teenagers appearing in the streets, and people had the right to block cars. And the passers-by affected by the pond fish are the biggest noblemen, and they have to tolerate it, and they have to smile and wait for those people to let go voluntarily —— it's a breeze.

The girls held hands, their eyes clenched, the road blocked with joy, and their mouths sang, "Whose teenager's clothes are thin? Do you look like a monster? No reason to get drunk! I want to let go, it's broken! Eh! He lived there, Hou San, and dreamed of each other... ”

When the girls stopped singing and laughing instantly, the laughter was like spring light, with the wind, as the sun set, scattered to the sky, leading to a comfortable escape. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)