The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

Chapter 103 The old abbot of Kaiyuan Temple (2)
All kinds of eyes glanced at Yijun, Qingluo was the first to come out, and held Yijun's hand affectionately, "Ah Yuan, it was so hard to find you. I made some handkerchiefs, please take a look when you turn around." Let’s see if there is anything to change.” She not only made handkerchiefs, but also rushed to make clothes embroidered with passionflower overnight, pinning her slim hopes on each coat.

"Sister's work is outstanding, don't embarrass me with this, I really don't like it." Rejecting people is also a very difficult thing, Yijun searched for a reason.

"Madam doesn't like embroidery, so there are always other problems you can talk to our sisters about." A girl in the crowd interrupted abruptly, leaving Yi Jun speechless. What do these people think of her, idiot?

Everyone knows that their goal is to get close to Shang Kun. If Shang Kun is an ordinary rich man, if he still has to wait for Yi Jun to introduce him, the room will be filled with Yingying Yanyan early in the morning.That person is indeed difficult to deal with, if it is not to his liking, entering the Leaf Court means one step closer to danger, and she can't do things that are not pleasing to both sides.

Ah Ran is very good at observing facial expressions. Seeing that Madam was impatient, she helped her arm across the crowd and said as she walked, "Madam, let's go for a walk ahead, and it's time to go back, in case Mr. Wang wakes up and can't find anyone." Get angry."

All the girls bid farewell. After leaving the garden, a girl murmured dissatisfiedly when she returned to the east courtyard: "A Luo, you can see that your cousin has no intention of supporting others at all. Let's just forget that we are outsiders." , you two are dear aunts and sisters. Maybe she was the one who played tricks and kicked you out of the listening courtyard."

Qing Luo bowed her head and remained silent, and then she leaned over the dressing table and sobbed softly after returning to her room.Crying and putting on makeup, she raised her head and put it on again in front of the bronze mirror. The hand holding the eyebrow pencil stopped. If her eyebrows were longer, she would look more like Ah Yuan.Drawing her eyebrows like Yuan's, but feeling that it doesn't look like her own face, Qing Luo shed tears again.Thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and turned around to look for the female officer, begging to go home tomorrow.

The female officer was very impatient, and complained: "The princess is going out to offer incense, I am too busy to touch the ground, and I still want to listen to you making trouble here. There are delicious food and drinks in the mansion, and I am in a hurry. What are you doing at home?"

"Ah Yuan is going too." Qingluo only cared about what she wanted to know.

The female officer said sharply, "Madam, how many times have I told you that if you make a mistake, you are not the only one who will be punished, and everyone will be disturbed."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Qingluo, with regret in her words, and she was even more angry, "You and your wife are related, and you look a bit alike, but your luck is very different. Mr. Lang is going to Kaiyuan Temple to serve as your wife." Fang Sheng, do you want to take her with you? Go ahead, come back early at night, if it's like last time, just stay at home."

A long time after the female officer left, Qing Luo moved her numb legs back to the room, and heard the sound of 'Lang Jun releases his wife' and 'Stay at home', she must not stay at home.Some ideas burst out of my chest, but I couldn't find a specific way to do it.

Go home first, and then discuss with Aniang after going home.

"The writing is too floating.", "The strength is not enough.", "It can still be said, but I still need to practice."

Yi Jun Xi posted, Shang Kun wanted to get involved, but he didn't want to sit safely next to her, swaying in front of her eyes, and always thought she couldn't write well.She threw down her pen angrily, and he came up to coax her again, "Mo Qi, I'll teach you how to write."

Beside the desk in front of the window, he took Yijun's hand with his hand, gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and taught her to write a line with his hands, and asked softly, "How is it?"

"It's not good." Yijun replied back and interjected Shunliu, pointing to the wind character and saying, "It's too sharp and eye-catching, the whole character is out of balance when you see it at a glance."

"Hmm." Shang Kun rested his chin on the top of her head, tightened his arms, and teased, "How can you catch it if you don't notice it?"

"I didn't see it. It showed up for me to see."

While Yijun was talking, he felt that the hand around her waist was getting tighter and tighter, and the man's head was buried in her neck and he let out his breath, making her itchy.With her heart pounding, she tried hard to break free from Shang Kun's hold.

"Don't move." His tone was more like giving orders, tough and majestic.

Shang Kun let go of the pen and put his arms around the soft person in his arms. With the other hand, he pulled out her black hair and kissed her softly on the back of her snow-white neck.

As if being scorched, both of them trembled slightly.Shang Kun watched from behind, little Ah Yuan turned into a boiled prawn, with red face and neck, exuding a faint fragrance.But this prawn, he hadn't decided how to eat it yet, so he buried his head in her black hair again, listening to his heartbeat.

Yijun's whole body seemed to be on fire, his mouth was dry, his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear anything, and he felt that she was going to say something, but after racking his brains, he could only spit out: "You, I haven't finished writing my words yet. .”

Shang Kun chuckled, kissed her white hair again, and turned him over to take a look, his almond eyes were dim and full of autumn water, and she shyly pushed him away for the first time.

Losing his balance, Shang Kun broke the armrest of the armchair with his buttock, "Crack." Both of them were stunned.

Yijun looked at the broken half of the chair and laughed out loud, his flushed cheeks were stained with rosy clouds, shining brightly.Stretching out his hand to caress that flawless face, Shang Kun remained silent, staring at her quietly for a long time, staring at Yijun with lowered eyes, he hurriedly packed the things on the table, and was caught in his arms when he was about to leave.

"Don't move." Shang Kun closed his eyes, murmured softly, and hugged A Yuan quietly.The twilight is dim, and it is quiet and drowsy when thrown into the east chamber. It is like a combined figure on the wall, which does not move for a long time.

(End of this chapter)