Absolute Love Concubine Leng-My wife

Chapter 34
Under the peach blossom forest, the light leaves are flying, and the wind brings a little fragrance. In this beautiful scenery that makes people dare not look directly, a small child is struggling with a long sword comparable to her body. Wu move.

The long sword didn't fit well in her hand, but the little girl just pursed her lips stubbornly, holding the long sword firmly, without letting up in the slightest.Sweat dripped from the girl's fair forehead, and dripped on the ground under her feet, thickening up.

Five meters away stood a boy in gray clothes, holding a sword in his arms, watching the girl practice the sword solemnly.

The boy is about 11 years old. Although he is young, his stature is not low. He is more than a head taller than the girl. His hair is pulled up high with a ribbon, adding a sense of chivalrous drifting. Looking at his face, he looks healthy With wheat-colored skin and deep and three-dimensional facial features, he looks like a beautiful boy at first glance, but his eyes have a maturity and wisdom that young people don't have, which makes him look extra special.

"Raise your hands up, your dead point is under your arms, do you still expect the enemy to show mercy to you?"The boy's voice was rigid and severe.

Blinking her eyes to avoid the sweat flowing into her eyes, the girl clenched her teeth and raised her arms vigorously. Even though the soreness seemed to tear apart the bones, she still insisted on not relaxing.

Peach petals fell with the wind, spreading all over the sky, falling all over the boy's shoulders, but he just stood coldly with his sword in his arms, all his eyes were only on the girl dancing with the sword in the center.

The little girl brought back by the owner not long ago announced her identity as the young master in front of all Siamese people, and immediately set off a huge wave in Siamese.

All the people in the Siam Gate sneered at this ugly little girl. They didn't understand why the owner of the Siam Gate asked her to be the heir of the Siam Gate. Everyone didn't understand, but he was the only one who understood. , who looks cute and cute, but is actually ruthless and ruthless on the inside, except for her brother, and such people are the most elusive.

He also somewhat understood the meaning of the sect master. Such a person is very malleable.

Time flies, time changes, year by year, month by month, day by day.

With a chic swing, the girl stands sideways holding a sword, the wind blows her long hair, her white skirt flutters with the petals, her face is as delicate as porcelain, and a little cinnabar between her eyebrows is charming and dripping blood. Impeccably beautiful.

With a throw of the long sword, it stabbed firmly on a peach tree, stirring up pieces of falling flowers, but the girl didn't care at all, she got up and flew to Qingya, waved her long sleeves, and sat down gracefully, obviously she was very unhappy She made an elegant movement, but she showed a sense of domineering and fierce, her left knee was slightly bent, and one hand rested on it. The girl's eyes were only looking at the mountains in the distance. Her back was thin and she was motionless. She sat for a long time.

The boy in gray stood behind her with his sword in his arms, with a handsome face and steady eyes.

As the setting sun set, golden spots scattered all over the ground, slantingly shining on the blue sky, and the woman's white figure seemed to be covered by a circle of light, which instantly made people unable to move their eyes away.

The young man lowered his head, lowered his eyes faintly, hiding the throbbing in his heart.

There was a person approaching quickly in the distance, and gradually it became clear that the person was wearing a blue bunt dress, with a beautiful and delicate face, but sharp eyes.

She bowed her head respectfully, and said in an unhurried voice: "Young master, Zhu Luotang's master Meiyi, and Qing Luotang's master Su Yao are now in the hall, and they want to see you, young master."After the woman finished speaking, she raised her head quietly, but she caught a glimpse of the girl's quiet back, and the long hair behind her was windless and automatic.

She seemed to have never seen the face of the young master. Whenever the young master turned his back to her, even if he had a mission to show to others, he was always covered with a veil. The more she did this, the more mysterious she felt.

(End of this chapter)