The quiet life of a princess

Chapter 52

His eyebrows were raised, his head was raised, his arms were swinging back and forth quickly, and his body was unambiguous, striding forward with large strides.

Not to mention that there is no elegant dance with cloud sleeves swinging lightly to catch butterflies, and slender waist slowly twisting the floating silk sash, not even a bit of ladylike and shy temperament.

The corners of Xia Chenxi's mouth twitched slightly, and the five emotions in his heart were tumbling, his face was almost covered with black lines.

"...Hurry up and use the nunchuck!
If I have qinggong hum!
I defend with a knife in my hand!
Nice roundhouse kick!"

End.

She wanted to do a Bruce Lee signature move, but unfortunately she couldn't.

Liu Yiting still couldn't finish it, and said excitedly: "Next, I will sing a song for everyone..."

"Enough." Xia Chenxi interrupted, although his tone sounded calm, it was a little louder than usual.

Liu Yiting glanced at Yu Meiren who was only breathless, like a child who made a mistake, and whispered to Xia Chenxi: "I'm singing a lyrical song."

"What kind of system is it?" What was that just now?Exorcism dance?What pitch is it singing?No, there is no tone at all.

"I won't dance, I'll sing." It's been a long time since I danced, it's probably a bit messy, let's sing, a lyrical song, it seems to scare the concubine of the prince and husband.

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In the Peony Pavilion, on the only pavilion.

Shaman raised her voice lightly.

The sun pours down.

Flowing hair.

Xia Chenxi leaned casually, the Yinlian gauze fluttering in the wind.

A'Zhu walked up to the second floor silently, walked to Xia Chenxi's side silently, and poured him a cup of freshly brewed lotus tea silently.

The heat is lingering and the fragrance is tangy.

She glanced at Xia Chenxi.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and those who were not familiar with him would not be able to detect this subtle change.

His eyes were still covered with a hazy mist, but there seemed to be a strange light flickering.

She turned to leave, and glanced at Liu Yiting out of the corner of her eye.

Her eyes were like a child begging for candy, full of excitement, anticipation, and a little timidity.

The forgotten Poppy is like a stone sculpture, her face is pale and bloodless, her soul is half-distracted and she is dead.

A'Zhu left quietly, with no expression on her face, her heart that had long since withered was aching.

(End of this chapter)