Chapter 763

Gong Yueyue was also curious. The fairy's wonderful eyes looked softly at the scenery outside the carved window. The lazy and delicate smile was like a transformed chrysalis, which deeply dyed Gong Yueyue's pure white cheeks layer by layer.

Under the quiet pear trees outside, Bai Ji's train dragging the ground is gently rolled up in the spring breeze, and the complicated embroidered skirt corners are raised in the air, like a bunch of newly blooming blue waves.

The hazy halo through the dark green branches and leaves gently fell on Bai Ji's gentle eyebrows. A thin white silver needle was twined on her soft fingertips. On the other side, a dark red official robe was lying on her knees.

The thin white silk thread was pulled between Bai Ji's fingers. After a while, a corner of the cut official robe was combined into one again. The snow-white dress floats gently in the breeze, mixed with the faint fragrance of pear flowers.

She gently broke the silk thread with her silver teeth, and the scattered pink and white pear flowers fell on Bai Ji's body in the direction of the breeze, stretching her light black eyebrows.

Bai Ji gracefully brushed the thin skirt full of pink pear flowers, glanced at Pan Yun standing aside, gently shook the dark red official robe in her hand, and said with a smile: "it's a waste of your time, Lord pan."

Pan Yun at the other end did not answer, but looked at Bai Ji sitting under the pear tree. Her eyes gradually became soft, and a stretch of smile was raised on her face.

Touching pan Yun's focused eyes, Bai Ji suddenly felt an unspeakable blush on her cheeks, quickly stood up, put the sewn official robe on the bluestone jade table, and then left slowly.

Gong Yueyue's snow-white shell teeth nibbled at the ruddy lips, and his beautiful and quiet eyes gently brushed away the snow-white pear flowers in the bright green branches. The crisp voice was like pearl jade falling on the ground: "aunt Bai, from North Qin to South Vietnam, you spared no effort to help me. Now, you should have happiness."

The green cloud is also like black hair, the fine fog temples are floating on the forehead, the white skin is even with a touch of rouge, showing a delicate blush, the willow eyebrows are like Dai, the flower pupils are like Yan, and the delicate red lips are pursed with a delicate smile.

Carefully looking at the face of the woman in front of her, Yuan Zhen couldn't help shaking her heart. Even the gold and stone in her hand seemed to lose its attraction in the past.

Feeling a hot look lingering on her face, Po Li couldn't help raising Hibiscus powder. Seeing that Yuan Zhen was staring at herself, she smiled. Qingyan's light flowed between her brown pupils. She smiled and said, "young master yuan, why don't you look at the gold and stone in your hand, but look at me?"

Yuan Zhen was temporarily stopped by her questions. His face was slightly red. He didn't know where the courage came from. He stared at Po Li's brilliant smile. His refreshing smile was like clusters of roses pouring down in full swing. He whispered: "you're so beautiful, Po Li."

As soon as he said this, his gorgeous smile suddenly turned into a delicate surprise. He opened his deep brown pupils, and his clear eyes glanced sharply at Yuan Zhen's intoxicated face.

Po Li, with a pure and beautiful face without losing any powder, showed disdain, sighed and said quietly, "I thought you were a serious scholar, so I accepted the invitation to come to the printing society to talk about poetry and books with you. Who knows, you are also a disciple! "

After that, Po Li angrily shook off qingbolian's sleeve, deviated from Yuan Zhen, and walked away quickly.

The sleepy birds are covered with black ink outside the Great Wall. Although it is spring, the silence and cold still invades the bone marrow in the vast desert in the north.

The moon halo was quiet, the sky was dark, and even the cold stars of the past were closed.

A young man stood tall and straight in the cold camp, with ink sideburns, ink sword eyebrows and ink stars shining with clear light.

He gently and very carefully took out half a bronze mirror from his arms and stared at the exquisite bronze mirror in the palm of his hand. His eyes were clearly engraved with indelible piety.

The bony fingers gently held the fan, and a clear bright light flashed through the dark night. Through the smooth mirror, the man's ink like pupil immediately turned into a transparent rope to tie the beautiful tall back of a beautiful girl.

The girl stood in the hot spring water rising with misty clouds. The water was smooth and curdled, reflecting her graceful posture.

She gently did not turn her head, looked deeply into his ink colored eyes, expressed pure love and smiled. She picked up a new jasmine flower in her black hair and gently threw it on the warm hot spring water.

She gently took off her jade white embroidered plum clothes with both hands, and the clear collarbone suddenly jumped into his eyes. Her snow-white neck was shrouded by warm hot spring water beads. She gently raised her soft white fingers and gently pulled them. With the falling of durian red inlaid Ruby and mother of pearl, the curled black hair suddenly poured down like a waterfall and dropped out a beautiful state.

The lips were dyed with a pure smile, the man's eyebrows were wrinkled, and a few drops of ink were floating in the stars. In a moment, he returned to calm. His fingers gently stroked along the words engraved behind the fan, "often don't forget."

The watery moonlight gently closed Gong Yueyue's thin shoulder and looked at the quiet eyebrows and moon in the night. Gong Yueyue's gentle and wonderful eyes were blurred with distraction, and his porcelain white cheeks were steadily filled in the palm of his hand.

I can't tell why. In recent days, Lin Wei has always jumped in her heart unconsciously. She is determined to bury the past. She steps on dada's horse's hoof and taps on Gong Yue's calm heartstrings.

Since receiving the letter from Yang Zhai, Gong Yueyue learned that Lin Wei and Princess Yuzhang were deeply in love. After recovering from a serious illness, Gong Yueyue put the half fan sea animal grape mirror given by Lin Wei in the deepest drawer without looking at it again.

However, in the end, the simple and small brown Ocarina was always hanging on Gong Yueyue's chest, fluctuating with her breathing.

How many sleepless silent black nights, Gong Yueyue always clenched the lovely and simple body of the ocarina and recalled the scene of walking hand in hand with Lin Wei in the downtown before leaving Chang'an. Every time she thought, there was a penetrating pain in her heart.

Thinking of the palms that hugged her, he finally stroked Beiqin "Yue Yue, what are you thinking?" Zhao Changyuan gently hugged Gong Yueyue's body, turned his cheek tenderly, and stared at Zhao Changyuan's white face. Gong Yueyue suddenly felt relieved.

He couldn't help raising his hand and stroking his thick eyebrows. Gong Yueyue whispered, "you know, being a queen is not what I wanted to follow you."

Looking at Gong Yueyue's cold and slightly lonely face, Zhao Changyuan's heart lake immediately ripples. Gong Yueyue snuggled helplessly into his warm embrace, and his soft palm clings to his solid chest.