Adore Trick of Beauty

Spring rain leaped, Nie Wushuang clasped his arms and shivered and hid in an old temple in the west of Beijing.

It was cold in March, and the capital of Qi was northerly, and it was especially cold in early March.

Nie Wushuang did not eat for a day, and was cold and hungry. If she hadn't found this remote place by relying on her familiarity with the capital, otherwise she wouldn't have the only shelter.

The old woman's home can no longer go, and Shen Rumei would not be willing to find her. The Nie family has been copied, and all people who have known each other in the past and who are not too familiar can no longer trust.

Nie Wushuang trembled with coldness, but there was a sigh of anger in his heart, and he could not cry without wanting to cry. The Nie family fell down, his father was arrested in the prison, a few brothers ...

She wiped her red and swollen eyes and stomped to keep her feet from freezing.

The long night is too long, just like her road ahead is endless. The tears in his eyes were about to roll down again, and Nie Wushuang slammed his thigh fiercely to keep himself from crying.

"Master, just hide from the rain here." There was a sudden gurgling voice outside the temple, a pleasant voice faintly "um", it sounded particularly clear in the rainy night.

Nie Wushuang burst into a heart and quickly hid at the desk of His Highness.

The group came to the temple for a while, and after a busy period, the group raised fire. Nie Wushuang counted through the cloth curtain, this pedestrian is about five or six people, there are two girls, two guards ...

When she glanced at the man's feet in the middle, suddenly her head lighted up, and a clear voice giggled: "Master, hide from someone here!"

The sudden light made Nie Wushuang scream and tried to hide inside.

"It's just a crazy woman. What do you surprise her with?" The sweet magnetic voice sounded again, with an indescribable laziness and nobility.

"Slavery is wrong. Master, are you hungry? Slavery brings some small points." The girl asked quickly.

"Not hungry." The voice sounded again. Nie Wushuang peeked, and when he met the man's gaze, he couldn't help stubbornly.

I saw the man's bizarre deep eyes. The color of his eyes was amber, not like that of the Central Plains, but rather of a stranger. He was deep-looking, his nose was tall, and he seemed to have a very charming beauty.

He had an emerald and phoenix-shaped **** on his head, simple and elegant, and jade-colored, and the originally very feminine **** lined his handsome face with a strange beauty.

He wore a light cyan robe, the same color gauze cover on the outside, a jade belt around his waist, and colorful gems, showing the nobility and extraordinaryness of his identity. The weather was cold, and he wore a black mink fur cloak. The cloak was like ink. His skin tone was extremely white, and he looked even more beautiful and weird.

The more Nie Wushuang looked at his heart, the more hesitant he was. He was either a royal relative or a nobleman, but it was clear that he was not from Beijing or even Qi Guoren!

She took a sip of cold air, and the man smiled suddenly, looking at her like a knife: "The girl doesn't look crazy. The heart is like a mirror."

He stepped towards the shrine step by step, and his smile was like a shallow moon in the water, hazy and beautiful: "Don't be afraid, girl, come out."