The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

"Third Young Master's girl is not only good at martial arts, but also really pretty!" In his opinion, a woman who knows kung fu should be tall and thick, vigorous and fierce like Sun Erniang. How can there be such a delicate girl? Such skills!

Jing Maang'an lowered his raised foot, squinted his eyes and tilted his chin: "It's true!"

Suddenly feeling something, Jingmao Anmao picked up a handful of clean snow from his waist and rubbed his face vigorously, one after another until he felt clean.

"It's not suitable to stay for a long time! Let's discuss again in Huaishugou!" Lan Xishu whistled, and the brothers rushed to their horses. Lan Xishu hugged the house and got on his horse together, but the house refused: "Brother! , making people laugh to death."

"They dare!"

Jing Maangan handed over the reins of his horse, with a friendly and warm expression on his face: "Give my sister my horse!"

"Go up!" Lan Xishu glared at Jing Maang'an, pushed Lan Xiwen onto his horse, and flew onto Lan Xiwen's claret horse.

Jing Maang'an blinked his eyes with an innocent face, while Ding Ya and Hu Dapieda covered their smiles and whipped the horse and whizzed by.

Jing Maangan rolled his eyes and muttered: This is also photographed on the horse's hoof.

The snow-covered pagoda tree ditch is long and winding, except for the local old hunters, few people pass by here, and there is no serious road. The sparse and dense pagoda trees are topped with a few sparse leaves, and the bird's nest is covered with snow on the high branches. On Chuochuo, there are many distant mountains.

The mountains on both sides are low and solid, not qualified to be called mountains. They are just dirt slopes as high as two houses. The snow-covered lines are smooth and gentle. Unexpectedly, there are still unfallen red dates, which are amazing on the snowy slope in the wilderness. The house turned its face frequently on the horse, looking greedy.

"Don't look! Is it delicious or not!" Lan Xishu's eyes were reluctant to leave Lan Xiwen's face.

Lan Xiwen bared his teeth at Lan Xishu, and smiled shyly with crooked brows and eyes. His innocent and innocent look really made the brothers at the side wonder if it was the girl in front of him who made them flustered just now.

The horse couldn't run away, and a group of people and horses walked slowly around the locust tree. The bloody killing just now seemed to have nothing to do with them, and it was very easy to chat with the horse.

The brothers were secretly looking at the pretty girl next to Lan Xishu.

It's indescribable, it's more beautiful than all the girls I've seen, that natural, clear and special indescribable.

"Lan Xiwen! Sister!" Lan Xishu took the reins of the house's horse and introduced them one by one as if showing off his treasures: "Ding Ya! Jing Maang'an, Hu Dapi!"

Lan Xiwen smiled and nodded to the elder brother who turned the sword back just now. The smile was gentle and cute, and it was true that they were completely different people just now.

I don't know why, the brothers suddenly became gentle, and all of them smiled as if they had been influenced by ink for decades. Lan Xishu was disgusted by that gentle and reserved energy.

"Hu big lump!" Lan Xiwen frowned again, giggling.

"To the erhu! To the erhu!" Lan Xishu corrected, seeing that Hu Dapi was a bit shy and shy, and his teeth were sore.

"It's a little different! It's all the same! It's the same name! I don't mind!" Hu Dapi kept stroking the back of his head, looking so embarrassed that Jing Maangan wanted to give him a kick , It's really strange, I've never seen Hu Dapida being so good at talking.

"Sister is very skilled!" Jing Maang'an actually stammered, he felt that Lan Xiwen should pay attention to him as a handsome guy first, he has always been the focus of the brothers when they go out together, this is the first time for Jing Maang'an Being ignored by the girl felt uncomfortable, but he took the conversation away, and after saying this sentence, he couldn't come up with the next sentence, the palms of the hands holding the reins were sweating, and he was usually too talkative, so Lan Xiwen glanced at him, Jingmao Yasumitsu felt dizzy for a while, but couldn't get a decent word out of his mouth.

"I don't care whose sister it is!" Lan Xishu was not humble at all, he kicked his horse and got close to Lan Xiwen's horse, and grabbed Lan Xiwen with his hands, his face was filled with color, as if Lan Xiwen's all-around kung fu came from him The true inheritance of the mantle has nothing to do with the old nun who feels like a light on her back when she thinks about it.

It's a bit embarrassing!

Ding Ya and Jing Maangan Hu Dapida lost face together for the first time, but they didn't complain when they looked at Lan Xiwen who was smiling with sly eyebrows.

"The boomerang is hard to control, the girl is amazing!" Jing Maang'an couldn't say anything other than flattering.

It was only then that Lan Xishu remembered that Lan Xiwen had always used a sword, when did he learn the boomerang, etc. That old nun with a stubborn personality and a high self-esteem would definitely not teach the house to use such a weapon.

Lan Xishu just frowned slightly and glanced at the boomerang in Lan Xiwen's hand. It was smaller than ordinary boomerangs, and seemed to be custom-made for girls.

Lan Xishu would not ask questions in front of his brothers.

But Lan Xiwen squinted obediently and smiled.

"Brother! You know my aunt won't teach me how to use this, haha! A friend I just met taught me." Lan Xiwen noticed that Lan Xishu's expression was displeased, so he shook Lan Xishu coquettishly hold her arm.

Lan Xishu frowned again, that family was a scholarly family, they always disdained them to join the army, and regarded them as aliens, and the house never had any friends except him, which made him feel faintly unhappy and worried.

"Brother! Don't worry, it's a girl, the first friend I met in Beijing." Lan Xiwen wrinkled her nose cutely, and she was happy when she thought of that Ya Wushuang. It feels so good to have friends.

First?What's next?

Lan Xishu didn't speak, his eyes were wrinkled. He was always worried that the house would meet messy friends outside, and he had always warned the house to be unpredictable and not to trust others.

All in all, except for himself, he doesn't like to associate with people outside the house, even women!

"I remember your words! There are a lot of liars outside," Lan Xishu suddenly lowered his voice and chattered as the house approached, "Don't worry! This friend of mine is very good, you will definitely like it!"

After speaking, Lan Xiwen smiled narrowly, there was something evil in her pure eyes.

Lan Xishu's mind flickered for a moment, and he smiled dotingly, but pronounced with his nose first: "Tch! It's hard to say! Brother only likes houses like this!"

"This is troublesome, my aunt always said, I'm the only woman in the world who doesn't look like a woman! Hehe!" Lan Xiwen bit her lip and smiled.

"Scarcity is the most precious thing!" Jing Maang'an suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and felt that something was wrong, the lips of the donkey were not right, the flattery was out of tune, and the flattery on his face gradually became made a dry laugh.

"People often say that!" Lan Xiwen didn't mind at all, squinting and pursing his lips to hold back a big laugh, he looked at Lan Xishu, Lan Xishu often said that!

His house is his most precious treasure!

Walking into the spacious area of ​​Huaishugou, the trees are sparse instead. Horseshoes dig out the dead leaves under the snow, and the snow is blowing.

A thin figure was busy, like a housewife.

The mixed aroma of pepper noodles, chili noodles, and barbecue meat wafted over, and the brothers couldn't help shrugging their noses, but they sniffed vigorously.

The mouse was using a piece of rag to move the iron pot with one ear missing from the fire to the side, carefully moving the bottom of the pot and laying it flat on the snow. The prickly heat at the bottom of the pot was steaming, and the mouse turned its face away. Avoiding the hot steam, he kicked the snow with his toes and sneered to put out the fire, bent down and threw the smoking dry wood stick into the fire next to him.

The mouse slapped the sparks that splashed into its neck, then turned its face and saw Lan Xishu and his party.

Hu Dapida raised his whip with excitement on his face.

Ding dumb eyes unfocused.

Jing Maang'an had a gentle smile on half of his face, but not at him.

Lan Xishu was in high spirits, his face was twisted all the time, and he was very symmetrical with Jing Maang'an on one side and the other on the right. This expression was very rare.

and many more!

Why is there one more person!

and many more!

A little dazzled!

and many more!

Such a good smile!

This is not...

The rat's waist was bent like a little old man, his face was twisted into an O-shaped mouth, his small eyes blinked constantly, and he couldn't believe his eyes.