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Chapter 39 The Stay Time of a Pink Peach Blossom
Ling Shiyi, who was already kneeling until his legs were a little numb, looked up to the sky. Is this discussing the issue of horses...

Also, can I trouble the two peerless and beautiful lords to get together quickly...

"It seems that Jimo has a deep affection for the butcher's knife?"

"Presumably Yuhan was lucky enough to witness it too?"

"I just happened to pass by and take a look at it. It can't compare to Jimo's immersive experience."

A gentle, roundabout and elegant smile.

"Ah...you must let Yuhan experience it some other day. It's really exciting and interesting."

An evil, charming and soft smile that overwhelms the country.

"..."

Duanmu Yuhan's smile froze on his face.

The butcher's knife was a full two meters long, and it probably didn't suit his taste.

first round.Jimo Zesheng.

"Ahem. Ning Guogong wants a good horse that is invulnerable to swords and guns. I am afraid that he will have to wait for a few days."

Duanmu Yuhan covered his mouth with his elegant windbreaker sleeves and coughed lightly twice, which seemed to cover up his embarrassment. The white magnolia flowers on the cuffs happened to bloom on his eyelids, swirling countless dark fragrances.

"Lan Yi, where is the Yixiu Pavilion? I will find it myself. You are not allowed to follow."

Shui Yanqing turned her head and told Lan Yi not to follow her like an old woman, and continued to walk backwards, but unexpectedly bumped into a figure with a "bang", swayed a few times, and was about to When he staggered and fell, he was held in the arms of the figure.

An ink fragrance of Danqing.so familiar.

With her left hand around her waist and her right hand supporting her neck, the flying hair tickled her nose, and she looked up at the blue sky at a 45-degree angle.

Shui Yanqing frowned, this posture is so ambiguous.

"The maidservant Lan Yi kowtows to the Marquis of Jinzhong, and she will be a thousand years old!"

Shuiyan listened to Lanyi's obvious gasp, and then kneeled down straight with a "handmaid" without principle, completely ignoring the modern concept of "people are born equal" that she had instilled for an hour.

After a second of silence—wait a minute, Marquis of Jinzhong?
Shui Yanqing raised her eyes and ran into Duanmu Yuhan who was smiling as gently as a river of spring water brushing willows—it turned out to be a Marquis of Jinzhong! ?
——Reporting to the prince, the Marquis of Jinzhong sent someone to report, please return to the mansion quickly, and discuss important matters.

So, it was Jin Zhonghou who saved her that day?It was he who tipped off Mo Ze to turn around and leave?why?
Shui Yanqing immediately flicked away from Duanmu Yuhan's arms unnaturally, stood where she was, without saluting or prostrating, just pulled up the blue clothes, and said a little darkly: "Lan Yi, I don't know you. Lu, take me to Yixiu Pavilion."

She didn't like the feeling of being kept in the dark very much.

Especially, the other party is someone I once cared about.

Duanmu Yuhan put his hands behind his back gracefully and easily, watching Shuiyan Qing dragging his blue clothes in fear and trepidation all the way north, still with his signature smile that never leaked.

She didn't expose it.

Jimo Ze, who was so bored at the side, actually already had a peach blossom in his hand, and with his slender fingers, he tore off a peach petal and gracefully sprinkled it with his orchid fingers.

one petal.

Then tilt the orchid finger, tear it off, and sprinkle it down.

Two petals.

Until Shuiyanqing automatically popped out of Duanmu Yuhan's arms.

His jade-like fingers subtly stopped an inch away from the peach branch.

total is.

Five petals.

She spent a total of time as a pink peach blossom in Duanmu Yuhan's arms.

The corners of the mouth are pulled upwards in an arc.

Kneeling on the ground, Ling Shiyi, whose legs were numb, was about to be lazy and change positions, but caught a glimpse of the curvature of the corner of the master's mouth, and immediately knelt down obediently on the spot.

He clearly remembered—the last time he saw his master like this, someone was punished to walk barefoot on a cobblestone road that was sprinkled with pepper water for ten miles.

Goodness.

I vaguely remember those big red soles shining brightly.

(End of this chapter)