White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 64
The sandalwood on the table was burning quietly, curling up, and wisps of smoke diffused like spring mist, exuding a pleasant aroma.

The furnishings in the room are very gorgeous. On the deep purple dressing table, there are lip reds trafficked from the Mangshan tribe in the west of Daxia, which glow bright red under the candlelight; The thick carpet made of wool looks like falling snow; the bed is embroidered with red mandarin ducks playing in the water...

Tables, chairs, benches, bronze mirrors, celadon, and everything in the room are all treasures from all over the Great Xia. The price alone is an astronomical figure, and all these things belong to one person.

However, at this moment, their owners were absent-mindedly lying on the side of the bed, supporting Zhenshou with a snow-white wrist, and sprinkled a room of tassels.

Tonight, Yaoqin was only wearing a light pink tulle, although there was a small dress inside, but it couldn't hide her almost perfect and monstrous figure at all. Looking around, it was all intoxicating white.

Yaoqin is holding a brass heater in her arms, her hair is disheveled and she has not even put on makeup on her face, she looks like she hasn't washed for a few days, but her body like this adds a bit of enchantment, beautiful eyes When she blinked, she exuded a thrilling charm, even if she just glanced at it, she almost wanted to commit a crime.

With a creak, the door was suddenly opened, Mama Wu appeared in the room, glanced at Yaoqin by the window, and sighed: "Girl, it's late at night, it's time to rest!"

"Understood, Mom! I'm going to rest now." Yaoqin didn't turn her head back, but a lazy and ethereal voice came out.

Seeing this, Mama Wu's expression changed, and she was about to speak, but she didn't know what to say, so she sighed lightly, and left the room, she naturally knew what Yaoqin was thinking, wasn't she the same way when she was young?At that time...

Hehe, everything is just a joke, and what you get in exchange for one heart is another person's ruthlessness. Is this the result I want?
It's just that it's useless to be persuaded by others about this kind of thing, and you can only get out of it by yourself.

After loving and being hurt, you will know that this world is not as beautiful as you imagined.

The moon tonight is very round, hanging under the night like a white jade plate, the lines on it can be seen faintly, but I don't know if there is really Guanghan Palace on it, or if there is really a lonely fairy.

The moonlight swayed like a fog, bringing a slight chill, casting a mirror-like light on the lake, but it was blown away by a gust of unrelenting wind, scattered into fragments of time.

Yaoqin suddenly sat up from the bed, with one lotus root arm resting on the window string, and holding a small glass of wine in the other hand, she pecked slightly, and a few drops of crystal wine were stained on her bright red lips, as if As hot as blood.

With the lights of thousands of houses in the distance and the singing and dancing nearby, she suddenly laughed twice, with a bitter look on her face, this is not the life she wants!
In the distance, under the night, suddenly a silver-white stream of light flashed across, like a shooting star.Her eyes lit up, she threw away the wine glass in her hand like a little madman, folded her hands in front of her chest, closed her eyes and made a wish, her face was devout.

After a while, she opened her eyes, but she couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise, because the white light was actually coming in her direction, getting closer and closer, as if it was still in the shape of a human.

Yaoqin couldn't help opening her eyes wide, staring at the light very seriously, gradually being able to see the man's clothes and appearance clearly, she couldn't help being startled, and exclaimed: "It's him!"

But the white light disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it was just her illusion, Yaoqin rubbed her eyes in disbelief, what she saw was still pitch black, she couldn't help but sighed softly, "Is it my illusion?"

Little did they know, in front of her window, there was a transparent figure standing lingering in the wind, and the moonlight passed through his body completely, shining on Yaoqin's face, which was translucent white.

Qiao Chenan looked at the woman in front of her. It had been more than ten days since she met her last time, but she still looked the same as when she first met. Although her hair was disheveled and she was undressed, she possessed a coquettish charm.

He just found out that absorbing the light of the stars and the moon can quickly strengthen the Yin God, so he was immersed in it, but he didn't notice the abnormality on his body. The moonlight dissipated naturally.

The latter is naturally invisible to the naked eye.

Yaoqin stroked the broken hair around her ears, sat up on her knees on the bed, put her hands on the window, she moved quite a lot during the whole process, and she was only wearing a thin shirt, the beautiful spring scenery naturally entered Qiao Chenan's eyes .

I just heard her muttering: "Hey, I don't know when I will find Mr. Ruyi. My mother also loved someone when she was young, but she was hurt badly..."

As he said that, a layer of sadness could not help but appear on his face, "Although there are many men in this world, few are worthy of love. I wanted to choose a husband-in-law among the many scholars in Hangzhou and marry him, but these people……"

A trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes. If she was a woman from a good family, a big girl with a yellow flower who never left her home, and she was born so beautiful, she would not be too much in choosing a husband.

But the reality is that she is just a singing girl on the bank of the West Lake, in Huafang, she is the most inferior existence, no one will treat her as an equal, prostitute, very humble...

So what about the oiran, Nuo Da's title was not given by others, no matter how talented and beautiful she is, she still can't get rid of her identity as a prostitute.

It will be a stain on life.

Although she thinks she is clean and self-loving, and free from dust, but in this place of fireworks, if she is not romantic, she has to wear a romantic hat.

What's more, just like what mother said, how many of those men really love her, what they want is nothing more than a one-night romance, what they want is just the feeling of that moment, and what they are greedy for is only her body. I will throw it away like a shoe!

What you can't get is the best, why should you cherish what you get?
But she doesn't want to be a tool in the eyes of others, but she just wants a sincere love, even if she is like a moth, knowing that she must die, she must embrace the deadly flame without any scruples.

Qiao Chen'an couldn't help showing a smile, and touched his chin unconsciously, feeling that he had accidentally bumped into Sichun's oiran, if he told what happened today, it might surprise a group of people!
How many self-proclaimed romantic figures, Huakui Yaoqin, who is hard to see with a lot of money, is actually worrying about her getting married, just thinking about it, it feels incredible!
"Only that person has some masculinity..."

Yaoqin breathed a sigh of relief, took a scroll from the bedside, and slowly spread it out. Qiao Chenan looked at it, and was surprised to find that it was the qin fu that she made at the banquet that day.

"...a flock of birds chirping, suddenly seeing a lone phoenix..."

Yaoqin's gaze stayed on the scroll, her red lips moved slightly, and she read softly, her beautiful eyes showed memories, as if she remembered the scene of that day again, she was originally trying to make things difficult for Qiao Chen'an, that's why she acted abruptly. Thinking of the latter's talent, drinking wine as a gift, he immediately amazed the audience.

This kind of people are worthy of themselves only in terms of talent and learning, and just based on their performance that day, they are comparable to some famous Confucian hermits; He is full of pride, such a character is rare, but...

Looking at Yaoqin's delicate and elegant face, Qiao Chenan couldn't help thinking to herself: Looking at her previous appearance, she was obviously worried about choosing a husband. Why did she come up with my article at this time? Could it be ...

While thinking in his heart, he saw a cold light flashing across Yaoqin's face, alternating bare hands, and tore the scroll into seven or eight pieces in a few strokes, biting his red lips with snow-white teeth, as if he hated iron for not becoming steel: "Yaoqin ah Yaoqin, he's already talking about you like that, and you're still thinking about something!"

Qiao Chen'an was stunned by this sudden change, and couldn't help but let out a little gasp, what was this woman thinking! ? ?
"Who is there?"

Yaoqin yelled softly, looked out of the window, and saw that there was no one there, then turned around and sat on the bed, her cheeks were still bulging, and she looked like a sulking little girl, and said angrily: "It's a big deal. I will die alone! There is nothing wrong with it! Smelly men are the most annoying!"

After speaking, he nodded heavily, as if he was trying to convince himself.

Qiao Chen reassuredly said that it's a good thing that he is in a state of yin and spirit, and Yaoqin will never be seen, otherwise it would be embarrassing. Looking at the woman who is also angry and happy in front of him, he suddenly feels that her charm is infinite.

But I feel sad for her inexplicably. Such a beautiful woman should be loved by thousands of people, held in the hands and held in the mouth.

The sky is so ruthless, and the world is so unpredictable, ask the world, who can escape?

　Most of them are descriptions of Yaoqin, uh, let's just watch it alive, don't hit me, I don't know how to express it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)