You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 133
"I've just seen the delicate jewelry Princess Jiarou gave to my younger sister. Can my younger sister take it out for me and sister Yulan to have a look at?"

Luo Yihuan held Wen Qing'er's arm affectionately, pulled Song Yulan's catkin with a smile, and pulled Song Yulan to come closer.

Song Yulan wasn't really curious at all, Luo Yihuan said so, it doesn't hurt to have a look, so she didn't object.

Wen Qing'er didn't hesitate, and there was nothing to hide, so she took it out of her sleeve, one for each of them, and put it in the hands of the two of them.

The three of them lined up side by side, walking leisurely while looking at the delicate and delicate small branches in their hands.

Luo Yihuan glanced around, Gong'e was leading the way along the palace wall with her head lowered, Song Yulan on the right was only looking at the objects in her hand.

Wen Qing'er on the left hand wrapped her fingers around the cloak and was lost in thought, her almond eyes with thick eyelashes were not in focus, and her cheeks were covered with a thin layer of powder.

Holding Concubine Duan's jewelry in her hand, Luo Yihuan thought of the day when she was begging for Qiao for no reason.

Ying Yu looked at Wen Qing'er's tender eyes, her knife-like face was not as sharp as before, and her cold and thin lips curved like melting ice and snow.

This situation and this scene are too beautiful, but it's a pity, and I can only hate that Ying Yu's eyes are full of Wen Qing'er, and Luo Yihuan only hopes that she is delusional and wrong.

But Concubine Duan and Princess Jiarou both came to show affection to Wen Qinger frequently, which made Luo Yihuan have to be wary of her good sister—Wen Qinger.

Luo Yihuan met Ying Yu once by her father's side when she was a child, but no one could catch her eyes.

It is said that when you are young, you should not meet someone who is too amazing, otherwise you will not be able to spend the rest of your life in peace, because you will never forget, because you can't ask for it.

At that time, Luo Yihuan was only six or seven years old, and she followed her father Luo Dudu to the Marquis Mansion for a banquet.

She couldn't remember what banquet she was going to, but she only remembered that the half-grown boy in the crowd was the most eye-catching.

Unlike the current wheat-colored skin, smooth and fair face, bright eyes like stars, and straight nose bridge.

At that time, he had not yet been called the cold-faced King of Hades, and his thin red lips smiled wantonly, with a heroic appearance and a high-spirited spirit.

Since then, I haven't seen him again until the day of Qiqiao Festival. He became darker, thinner, taller and more stable.

With a youthful body wrapped in light armor, with sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a dignified appearance, this is the young master Luo Yi loves and misses so much.

But looking again, how could Ying Yu see other people, all of them hooked Wen Qing'er in front of her!
Obviously she likes Ying Yu the most, how can Wen Qing'er He De stand beside Ying Yu, Ying Yu's rescue is not enough, why should he win Ying Yu's heart?

The words that were about to come out had to be chewed and swallowed into her stomach, and she asked in a panic, then she seemed to run away from the situation she didn't want to face.

Luo Yihuan gathered herself together, isn't this Lian Lizhi a pair, but she doesn't want to let Wen Qing'er get it, half of it is missing, it's not a Lian Lizhi!

Luo Yihuan suddenly fell short, staggered and rushed forward.

"Ah~! My feet!" Luo Yi cried out in pain. Wen Qing'er beside her was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and grabbed Luo Yihuan, preventing her from throwing herself to the ground.

But the Lianli branch flew out with a clear and crisp sound, and broke into several petals on the ground.

"Is something wrong, sister?" Wen Qing'er frowned slightly, squatting beside Luo Yihuan, the concern in her eyes made Luo Yihuan feel guilty, and she didn't dare to look at her.

"For some reason, I accidentally sprained my foot after walking well."

Luo Yihuan lowered her head, half lying on the ground, her slender hands covering her ankles, her eyes seemed to flow like water waves, and her eye circles were red, as if she was in excruciating pain.

(End of this chapter)