The trump card against the heavenly concubine

Chapter 562 [Gu Yao Confession] 02
Its arrival, we cannot expect it, its departure, we did not expect it, it looks like a ghost, its arrival is actually to wake up the sleeping emotion in everyone's heart, that sleeping emotional nightmare.

The night wind blew over, making the leaves rustle slightly, and the petals on the leaves fluttered with the breeze.

One piece... two pieces... three pieces... Gradually, more and more petals are falling down with the wind, as if the whole sky is flying with petals at this moment, as if the whole world is raining petals at this moment.

The petals are pink, with a charming psychedelic, the wind blows not only the petals, but also lifts up the long hair of the two and entangles them in the air...

The ink-colored hair fluttered wantonly in the air, and the arc of the dancing was particularly elegant. For a while, it was difficult to tell whether the hair belonged to Nan Sheng Guyao or Huang Yuezhen, it was just entangled like that.

The petals fell on her hair, on her forehead, on her snow-white robe...all of these are so beautiful, so beautiful that people gradually forget to breathe...

The pink petals were still falling, the pink petals slid along his hair, the pink petals floated over his handsome face, and the pink petals landed on his stunning red robe. It's so charming that it makes people almost lose their minds...

Nansheng Guyao lowered her head and smiled at her, Huang Yuezhen raised her head and raised her mouth, a smile is worth a thousand words, they both understand what the other is trying to say.

He slowly put her down and let her stand upright. He held her hand tightly all the time. He knew that her fingers were injured, so he held her fingers tightly. In the palm of her hand, but not to pinch her fingers.

"Zhen'er, do you like this place?" The corners of Nansheng Guyao's mouth curled up slightly, a charming smile bloomed on her lips, and the melodious voice followed these beautiful petals, not only visually but also aurally.

Huang Yuezhen nodded lightly, and said: "I like it, this place is very beautiful. When did you find out that there is such a good place in the Peking Palace?"

"Today." Nansheng Guyao replied honestly, then took her hand and put it in front of her eyes, looking at those wounds that had scabbed over, her handsome brows could not help but frown tightly, feeling a pang of distress in her heart.

"Zhen'er, do your fingers still hurt?" There was a bit of tenderness in his melodious voice, which was so easy to intoxicate.

Huang Yuezhen shook her head, and pulled back her fingers, but they were still tightly pinched by him, her eyes were as firm as a rock and she didn't want her to move away, she said: "If you keep pushing like this, My fingers that don't hurt will hurt."

"I...I..." Nansheng Guyao wanted to say something, but for a while she didn't say anything, then slightly loosened her hand, moved it to her wrist, and held her hand again. She said: "Come with me, there is another good place besides here."

"Is there anything better than this place?" Huang Yuezhen was slightly surprised, this place was already very beautiful.

Huang Yuezhen seemed to have seen such a beautiful place before, her heart suddenly tightened.

Afterwards, Nansheng Guyao took Huang Yuezhen and walked along the flower trees. Before walking too far, he found an octagonal pavilion built near the edge of the lake. The two sides of the pavilion were still full of foliage. The petals of the flowering tree are still floating with the wind, fluttering with the wind.

(End of this chapter)