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Chapter 388 A Garden with a Clear Winter and a Strong Chill, a Jade Hand Spots Zhu Rong

The child's life is indeed a bit bitter, but this child is really useful.

Shuzhou, Rong Zhai.

In the depths of winter, the small gardens in the southwestern region are still covered with lush greenery.

The garden is not big, but it is built extremely deftly and uniquely. Every corner and every corner hides some ingenious care and elegance. It can be called the pinnacle of Shuzhou gardens.

Looking around in the garden, you can see that there are moss hanging on the jagged rockery, and a silver bridge across the misty thin lake. Under the cover of layers of bamboo, there are two painting halls, three pavilions and four pavilions.

A gust of wind blows, and the mottled bamboos sway gently, sprinkling the greenery and desolation of the garden.

Few people have experienced these scenes, and most of them are just bearing the frost.

At this time, on the tallest pavilion in the center of the garden, the blue veils flying around block the afterglow of the setting sun, so that only the warm soft light is left to enter the pavilion by chance.

In the empty pavilion, apart from two stools and a small table, there is only the cool breeze from the hall and the damp chill.

And on the small table, there are extremely delicate gold-plated cups, which are full of various colors of coagulation paste.

There are bright red, vermilion, pink, and alizarin crimson.

On some small cups, there are one or two thin pens or brushes.

And on the two stools, a man and a woman sat facing each other.

On a slightly shorter and shallower stool sat a young girl with a delicate appearance and even more graceful figure.

On her face, there was a delicate blush uninterruptedly.

In her eyes, there is a brilliant light in full bloom, momentarily.

On the other stool, a noble young man sat.

He was wearing a white sable cloak with a Buddha's head cut in green silk, half of his slender hair was tied on top of his head, tied with a piece of snow-white silk; half was scattered on the snow-white fur collar, like a piece of flawless white paper ink color.

Under the heavy cloak, the son's figure is set off even thinner, as thin as a bamboo, revealing the character of a humble gentleman, but it also makes people feel distressed.

In particular, he stretched out his big cloak's arms and his delicate hands, and the naked eyes could clearly see the thin blood vessels and sections of thin bones on them, which looked a little thinner than his hair.

At this time, the young master was gently pinching a cup of gelatin with the tip of his left finger, and holding a fine brush in his right hand, and gently painted on the eyes of the girl in front of him, with an expression that was almost paranoid.

From time to time, he frowned slightly, as if racking his brains to think and compare.However, even when he was racking his brains, his face was gentle and clear like the spring breeze blowing on the willows.

He tilted his head slightly from time to time, and looked at the girl in front of him carefully, as if he was admiring a famous painting handed down from generation to generation, and also seemed to be exploring extremely profound knowledge.

His movements were light and gentle, and he raised his arms up high without painstaking efforts, just to keep his hands from touching the girl's cheeks.

But the brushes that land on the girl's eyes are all gentle and firm, without the slightest discomfort.

But in the eyes of this young master, there is only this pair of eyes of the person in front of him left in the whole world, other than that, he can't see anything else.

And in his heart, he only thought about how to maximize the beauty of these eyes, so beautiful that he couldn't extricate himself.

In this way, when that person really comes, he can draw eyebrows and eyes for her every day, and he will not feel timid in his heart.

The state of mind of the girl in front of the young master is completely different from that of the young master.

In the girl's eyes, in her heart, in every drop of blood and in every inch of her internal organs, what she sees, thinks, thinks, and contains is only the person in front of her.

This is really a person like jade.

By this time, the girl had been sitting here for a whole day, from early morning to dusk, without eating, drinking, or even moving or talking.

And her only task sitting here is to just sit, do nothing, let the person in front of her paint on her eyes with various colors of gel paint, wipe off after painting, and then wipe off again. painting.

When he was finally satisfied, he would take out a pen and ink, trace her eyes on paper, and then repeat this long work again.

A day has passed, and the girl can't count how many kinds of creams have fallen on her eyes.

And the sketches around the young master gradually thickened.

At this time, the girl was already so hungry that her stomach was rumbling, and her throat was smoking with thirst, and there was no place from her neck to her feet that was not sore and unbearable, like a needle prick.

But the girl didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, she secretly begged in her heart that time would pass more slowly, that she could spend one more second with such a peerless beauty face to face, so that she could stay in his gaze for a while longer.

Even though the girl can clearly feel that although his eyes are full of himself and he is extremely focused, what he sees in his eyes and what he thinks in his heart is clearly not himself at all.

But so what, I can sit opposite him, look at his face that is too good-looking, feel the cool temperature of the cream that he personally prepared on the eyes, and smell the faint fragrance of bamboo forest on his body.

A garden is clear and cold in winter, and people with jade hands point Zhu Rong.

Life is not in vain.

Back then, when a man who claimed to be Mr. Rong's personal bodyguard came to the girl's door and said that Mr. Rong wanted to invite her to try his new ointment in Rong's mansion, the girl agreed immediately without even thinking about it.

Although he didn't know why Young Master Rong chose her, he didn't even investigate whether there were other attempts or premeditations behind it, and there was no reward yet.

But the girl still agreed immediately without hesitation, just because of those three words, the girls in the entire Shuzhou City were haunted and haunted by the three words.

Mr. Rong.

As long as I can see him, it will be a sea of ​​swords and swords, and the girl is willing to go through this.

Before coming, the girl secretly imagined and secretly rejoiced that Mr. Rong specially invited her to go, maybe she had already noticed her and used the excuse of trying on makeup to get close to her.

It's not that the girl is just talking about dreams, in fact, the girl also has some capital. The girl's outstanding appearance is very famous in the ten miles and eight squares where she lives.

Especially her pair of eyes, which were so delicate and charming that people could never forget them just by looking at them.

But when the girl came to Rong's mansion and saw the real Mr. Rong, all the illusions in her heart were dispelled.

How could there really be such a face in the world, and he just sat there quietly, making all the beautiful scenery around him completely lose their luster.

And the girl who used to be very confident in her beauty, now only thinks that if this young man is a craft that Nuwa carefully carved for ten years when creating a human being, then she is the mud that Nuwa splashed randomly with a blade of grass. idea.

(End of this chapter)