Little Phoenix Loves Her Martial Uncle

In addition to the passing crowd, Feng Qinghua had to stand on tiptoe and want to see what the girl said to him. He nodded faintly. The woman put the object in her hand and ran away with a red face. Her cheeks were like the shy little touch of peach blossom in March, which made people feel pity in an instant.

At the moment, Feng Qinghua only made a small contrast to her same behavior yesterday, the same posture, the same way, the only difference is that the girl is not as good-looking as she was born.

Thinking like this, I unconsciously came to the young master Jin.

The latter holds a purse embroidered with flowers in his jade like palm. He looks a little unnatural when Feng Qinghua comes. He has a feeling that he doesn't keep it or throw it.

"Qingzhi." Feng Qinghua lowers her head and smiles. She thinks that he is always leisurely. Who ever thought that he would be embarrassed for a woman's small purse.

He threw his purse to the top of the tree, covered his sleeve and coughed twice: "cough."

Banyan shade, reflecting his contour like jade, has become a very beautiful landscape.

"It's not easy for her to embroider one stitch at a time. It's not a pity to abandon it like this." The sour meaning between the words, Feng Qinghua himself is totally unconscious.

"What a pity?" The young master looked at her sincerely, and asked with a smile in his eyes.

If not, what should we do?

"Well, I just think her embroidery is pretty good-looking. Well, it's just pretty good-looking." Feng Qinghua said that, some Xu Xuxin put her hands behind her and gently hooked them. Her beautiful eyes dropped down and stared at the bluestone slab. Her jade feet whirled around in a small range, and some green silk fell down. She was entangled with her slender eyelashes in the breeze. For today's performance, she could not help showing her little daughter's delicate state.

"If it looks good, the Liuyun you embroidered is unique, even the shape is unique." Two people's eyes look toward, childe sincerely waist quietly lie of purse.

Light yellow bottom, big white unidentified body, he was powerless called Liuyun.

It is precisely this new variety without embroidery that has become a new cutting object among the numerous flowers, although it is really hard to see what she embroiders.

"Liuyun. That one. " Feng Qinghua's Hanjia is really hard to appreciate, but how can she tell Qingzhi that it's embroidered with pear flowers? It's really a tangle.

Eyes touched the pink Acacia button beside the purse, Feng Qinghua suddenly some silly eyes, is this thing really so effective!

The young master looked at her and looked at the Acacia clasp for a long time. He gave it to her faintly and said, "it was given to me by an old man at the gate of Yuelao temple not long ago. It seems that you also have one in your hand!"

"Mine was also given to me by an old woman. She said that there was only one pair of Acacia and Sansheng, which is hard to find in the world." Feng Qinghua quickly handed over his own: "mine is: a glance of the idea, love Sansheng!"

"Where fate comes, it's all about love!" The childe says the words on his Acacia button lightly, and the corners of his mouth are soft.

Two Acacia clasps placed in one place, emitting a faint pink glow, shrouded in two people, a look into the heart, touched thousands of waves, the heart as peach blossom in March.

She looks like a pear blossom, looks like the moon, and is prosperous in the world of mortals. She is green, thin, and red. Is she the one he loves?

"Young lady, it's better to come to Yuelao temple to get married now."

The two people who were interrupted looked at the young man dressed as a Taoist. His pretty face was full of smiles, which made life angry.

But fengqinghua was interrupted by him, this hard won deep feeling staring at the scene, looking at the man's eyes inevitably more dissatisfied.

"That one!" The young Taoist priest looked cold and sweaty. He quickly pointed to the Acacia clasp in their hands and said, "the Taoist priest thinks that the two can get this pair of Acacia clasps, but they are really predestined friends. It's better to take advantage of the Tanabata Festival to go to the Yuelao temple for marriage, or to fulfill their wish as soon as possible."

Speaking to the back, the man looked at her more like asking Feng Qinghua.

It seems reasonable to strike while the iron is hot. Feng Qinghua thinks about it in her heart. She suddenly feels that the Taoist priest is satisfied with it.

The young master took a look at her: "since it's near Yuelao temple, it's OK to ask for support by the way."

Naturally, she was excellent. She bit her lip gently and said in a happy voice, "yes, yes!"

Today's Yuelao temple is full of incense. The people in and out of the temple smile sweetly. People can't help but feel good after seeing it. Maybe their intimacy has touched Feng Qinghua's heart. Rouyi wipes childe Jin's hand intentionally or unintentionally. The touch of electric current tickles her heart.

The childe's face was as usual, and he didn't mean to refuse. Unconsciously, no one was willing to let go of the ten fingers.

Mo Yu, Li Hualin, Acacia clasp, Yuelao temple, she and he are walking in an excellent direction.

On both sides of the shelf, full of engraved with the name of the brand, row after row of fiery red tassels, the breeze blowing, causing passers-by's spring heart then rippling.

When she took the incense from the old lady who sold it, Feng Qinghua knelt down in front of the statue of Yuelao and knelt down sincerely. Just as her knee touched the cushion, the earth moved and the mountains shook. In front of her eyes, it was like everything in Yuelao temple was about to collapse.

Fortunately, it was just a moment that it returned to normal. It was so short that Feng Qinghua felt that it was just an illusion. She looked at the statue of Yuelao standing on her head bitterly. It seemed that she was crying on her white beard face. She felt very aggrieved.

Feng Qinghua quickly shook his head, but there was no difference when he opened his eyes. It was just that Yuelao shook a lot of dust in front of him.

Raised an eye to see a childe sincerely as if completely didn't face the pattern of crisis, his pure still quietly stand at the side, light looking at her, in the eyes took a silk inquiry.

She really lost her head today. How could she think about it so much? She closed her eyes awkwardly and prayed softly.

This life, met Yun Qingzhi, is her fate.

In this case, they are also the legendary fate of it, the fate of all, are deep love, and how much deep love, to be able to let two people stay together for a lifetime, the white head does not leave.

Feng Qinghua sincerely put the incense on the censer, murmured at the corner of her mouth, and shook it for a while with a stick in her arms. After a while, she finally dropped a stick. She quickly picked it up and had a look.

In front of me, a mist passed by. When Feng Qinghua saw it clearly, the marriage sign in his hand seemed to be empty.

"It's strange. Is there something fishy in this marriage tie?" Feng Qinghua, who was holding the marriage contract, asked confusedly. It's too bad.

The childe sincerely light a smile: "Xu is temple wish carelessly mixed in."