General is a Villain

In Cuifang Pavilion, the fragrance of flowers overflows.

The pink and red petals were blown away by the wind in Cuifang Pavilion.

A petal fell on Yi Xiaoqiao's palm. She picked it up and looked carefully. It was a real petal, a rose petal.

"Young master, mother Cui is thinking." Tian Xiang glanced at the flower bud on his head: "it's quite interesting."

Yi Xiaoqiao looked at the petals, put them on the tip of his nose and smelled: "the petals taste delicious."

"What's the problem?" Tian Xiang nervously took it and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it. At the same time, he secretly transported his internal power. Fortunately, there was no sign of obstruction. She breathed a sigh of relief: "it seems that there is no poison."

Yi Xiaoqiao pursed her lips and smiled. She just felt that the fragrance was a little too much. She didn't say it was poisonous. Tian Xiang was too nervous.

His eyes crossed the crowd and fell on pinxue.

The girl's face is covered with gauze, so she can't see her appearance, but she is delicate and soft, with a fork under her waist, long legs and slim waist. Every movement is as delicate and soft as if she can wrap people around. Looking at her posture alone, she doesn't look like a man.

"Tian Xiang, do you think she looks like a man?" Yi Xiaoqiao whispered.

Tian Xiang shook his head: "no, I'm not so soft."

Yi Xiaoqiao's waist is soft enough, but it's not so soft. This woman is full of femininity when she raises her hand and throws her foot. Generally, people who dress up as women will unconsciously bring some male behavior characteristics. Even if they don't have male behavior characteristics, they will unconsciously bring some British Gas, and she doesn't have any British Gas all over her body.

Soon, as soon as the dance was over, the music dispersed.

Cuifang pavilion was quiet. The needle dropping could be heard. There was not even a sound.

Everyone looked at the woman on the stage. Although her face was covered with tulle and her face was not exposed, this did not hinder everyone's obsession with her.

Pinxue stood on the high platform, graceful, but only a pair of eyes were bright and exquisite.

Perhaps it was because she was wearing a veil. Her eyes were particularly three-dimensional and beautiful. Her sockets were deep and three-dimensional. At a glance, she seemed to want to wear autumn water.

While Yi Xiaoqiao looked at her, pinxue's eyes also fell on Yi Xiaoqiao's face.

Four eyes are opposite, and silent things flow between them.

Pinxueyuan's eyes are more than gentle. At this time, they become more and more gentle. A little smile overflows from his eyes, like a gentle water flowing from the air.

I don't know who took a breath of the air conditioner first, and then the whole Cuifang Pavilion seemed to be blown up by something. The applause was thunderous, and the cheers were rising one after another, boiling in an instant.

"Young master, are you all right?" Tian Xiang pulled Yi Xiaoqiao's sleeve.

Yi Xiaoqiao drooped his eyes: "I'll find a chance to take off her veil..."

The voice did not fall, but they heard a burst of exclamation.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked up and a piece of Pink Tulle fell from the sky. It happened to fall on Yi Xiaoqiao's face.

A smell rushed to her face, instantly filled her taste and filled her mouth.

Yi Xiaoqiao took the lower gauze. Pinxue on the high platform was looking at her gently, with these flattering looks at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

"Young master?" Tian Xiang looked at her anxiously, "are you okay?"

Yi Xiaoqiao held the veil and smiled: "thank you for your love, miss pinxue."

Pinxue gave her a soft look and turned back to the room.

"Hey, pinxue, don't go."

"Pinxue girl, where are you going..."

The crowd shouted one after another.

Mother Cui pressed her hands in the air: "don't worry, don't worry, don't be impatient. Miss pinxue is tired today. It's time to have a rest. There are other girls in Cuifang Pavilion who will serve the CHILDES well."

She winked at the girls on one side. For a moment, Yingyan was full of decadence.

Cui's mother came to Yi Xiaoqiao with broken steps: "dare you ask your name?"

"The clouds are clear, the clouds of blue sky and white clouds, and the sky is clear." Yi Xiaoqiao answered without changing his face.

"Young master Yun." Cui's mother blessed her: "Mr. Yun received the veil of miss pinxue and is the guest of honor of miss pinxue. Please."

Yi Xiaoqiao followed Cui's mother upstairs.

Tian Xiang winked at her carefully for fear that it was a trap.

Yi Xiaoqiao ignored it. Anyway, whether it's a trap or not, she must meet this girl.

"This is miss pinxue's room." Cui's mother stretched out her hand and pointed to the door: "please, young master Yun."

Yi Xiaoqiao opens the door and enters.

Tian Xiang was about to step in when he was stopped by someone.

"Don't go in, young master. They are affectionate and talk to each other. It's not appropriate for you to go in, isn't it?"

"I..."

"You wait outside." Yi Xiaoqiao turned back and winked at her.

Tian Xiang understood: "yes."

Step inside, the first goal is to hang a pink bead curtain.

Behind the bead curtain is a light colored gauze curtain. You can vaguely see a figure sitting in front of the dressing table, finishing the mirror.

The green silk is scattered behind her like a waterfall. She is tracing her eyebrows in the mirror.

"Hey -" the beauty uttered a sigh and muttered a little annoyed, "this eyebrow can't be described well."

Her eyes turned. Her eyes fell on Yi Xiaoqiao and said with a smile, "young master, can you come in and help me trace my eyebrows?"

"With pleasure."

Yi Xiaoqiao put up the bead curtain and walked calmly to pinxue.

Pinxue looked up at him and handed over an eyebrow pencil.

Yi Xiaoqiao took over the eyebrow pencil, raised her small chin with her slender index finger and forced pinxue to raise her head.

Pinxue slowly raised her head. Her face was as white as a pear flower, her lips were light pink, not beautiful, and her lip shape was also good-looking. It was obviously slightly pursed, but she had a little smile, as if she would smile in the next second. Her eyes were like stars, with light and water. Her eyelashes were as thick as butterfly wings, hanging slightly, leaving a shadow in front of her eyes.

In fact, her eyebrows have been painted very well, just a little discordant. Maybe it's because of the inconvenience of her left hand, so she couldn't draw well.

Yi Xiaoqiao pinched her small chin, dropped the nib and gently drew her eyebrows.

Pinxue slowly lifted her eyelashes, and her eyes fell on her face. Her eyes were really beautiful, and the water was Yingying, reflecting her shadow.

Yi Xiaoqiao's heart moved and suddenly understood why some men like to thrush women. It's not only because of love, but also because there's only one man left in women's eyes at this time, and there's nothing else from now on.

She drew out a wicked smile and threw the eyebrow pencil on the table: "OK."

"Beauty is beauty. It's really beautiful." She swept her chest as if to point.

Pinxue looked in the mirror and said, "childe, this thrush technique is really skilled."

"I can't compare with the girl's skill in throwing a veil. I hid in the corner and was caught by you."

Pinxue's eyes were slightly picked, pursed her lips and smiled: "it's really good that the childe was born, which makes people yearn. It's difficult to self-control. The childe laughed."

"Pinxue is serious. Instead of being polite to me, it's better to tell the truth. What did you ask me to do?"

Pinxue got up slowly, looked Yi Xiaoqiao over, smiled and said, "pinxue asked the childe to help."