Rebirth: Vicious Abandoned Princess

No matter how weak the chicken is, it is also an adult man. According to the catty, there are at least 100 catties. She is not a Vajra Barbie. If she wants her to give him a princess, she can only say very seriously: I really can't do it!

Seeing the disdain between her eyebrows, Zhuo Jun left the hook lip with a smile, and finally put his hand in her catkin.

At that moment, Lou Zhiwei shuddered.

Not because of anything else, but because the man's hand is really too cold.

Now it is warm spring, but his hands are like the winter water in three or nine days, which can cool to the heart.

After helping him to get on the carriage, Lou Zhiwei asked: "what disease have you got? How can Fengyu show you so many days, it seems that there is no improvement."

Zhuo Jun left to look at her, not salty reply: "from the urine Qi deficiency blood weak, has been like this."

"Is it the same temperature in summer?"

"Well, if Wei Wei doesn't like it, I can stay away from it."

Finish saying, really moved to the other side, eyebrows turn to open wisp of melancholy.

Lou Zhiwei but timely pulled him: "don't don't don't, don't go, it's very good."

Natural small air conditioning, who uses who knows.

Just sitting next to him could feel a chill. It would be better if it could be so cool in summer.

The carriage walked all the way. I don't know how long it took. Lou Zhiwei just felt that she was going to doze off.

She thought Zhuo Junli might be going to see someone, or there might be some hidden crisis, so she did not dare to really sleep in the past.

At this time, the person beside suddenly said: "arrived."

Hearing this, Lou Zhiwei rushed out like an arrow leaving the string.

Outside the carriage, all things start and are full of vitality. Looking from the extreme, it is a lotus pond. In the early summer, the lotus leaves are scattered green, which seems to be quite poetic.

Lou Zhiwei looks at the scenery in front of her, silent.

She's ready to pull the knife, so show her this?

"Where are we going?"

Zhuo Jun left the carriage, handed her a hand and said, "go to the boat."

The wind blowing from the lake blew his thin shirt on his shoulder. His hair was like ink, and his wife was picturesque.

Lou Zhiwei blinked her eyes slowly, and actually handed him her hand.

Two people walk one after the other, but the casual people don't follow up.

All of a sudden, she felt that the painting style was a little strange.

It's not so much his bodyguard as On a date?

Looking at Zhuo Jun from the perfect side of the face, someone looked down at their own dress up, a sense of embarrassment.

She finally understood why she had to roll her white eyes before Qingrong. To be exact, she also wanted to roll her white eyes now.

Understanding is so poor, I really deserve to be a single dog!

Aware of this problem, Lou Zhiwei suddenly began to seriously consider the objective conditions of King Xian.

The identity is the second generation of the emperor. He can be lazy and lazy, eat and die. He doesn't worry about food and clothing. He meets the requirements. Weak and sickly, it proved that he had no extra physical conditions to take concubines and stir the foundation, which met the requirements. Temper is modest childe, no bad hobbies, no domestic violence, even if there is no beat her, meet the requirements.

Well So it seems that the conditions for Zhuo Jun to leave are not bad?

Lou Zhiwei's bright eyes turned. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in her mind. Her eyes were cold and cold, but one eye made her whole body excited.

She slapped her face almost reflexively.

"Pa!"

Zhuo Junli looked at her in surprise, and her expression was inexplicable.

After a long time, he just took the back of her hand which was red by her, and said nothing.

Lou Zhiwei is embarrassed. Why do you want to think about the apprentice at this time? It's really a bad scenery.

"Well! Well, that If you make it clear at the beginning, I'll be ready. "

Zhuo Jun left unclear, so he asked, "what are you going to prepare for?"

"Er Nothing. "

Forget it. Pretend to be ignorant.

It's better to keep some things hazy and beautiful.

A small fishing boat stopped by the lotus pond. The old fisherman was smoking dry smoke in the bow. Zhuo Jun left and asked if he could give them a ride.

The white bearded fisherman looked at them up and down and said with a smile, "you two are really a couple of beauties coming out of the painting. The old man has lived for most of his life, and he has never seen anyone more beautiful than them."

Zhuo Jun left with a smile to thank him, while Lou Zhiwei was very shameless and said, "uncle, you have a good eye!"

"Ha ha ha, what an interesting little girl."

The boat went along the deep of the lotus pond. The fisherman was singing a fishing song in the bow of the boat. He did not know whether Zhuo Junli was moved by feelings or by the scene. He felt a flute from his waist and blew it leisurely.

The sad and graceful melody is like crying, as if the words cry blood.

Lou Zhiwei didn't know how dark he had been in the first half of his life to play such a sad song, and soon interrupted him."Stop, stop! Ah, Lord, I'm not talking about you. Your music is too depressing. If you listen to it more, you will be depressed. There is no happy song? "

"This is the famous song Cangzhou cry."

Lou Zhiwei waved her hand and said, "it's a typical melancholic black music. It's not healthy at all. I'll blow you a positive one."

Listen to her words, Zhuo Jun left eyebrow tip to move, soft voice asks: "Wei Wei also can blow Dong Xiao?"

"No A man's answer was deciduous.

"Well..."

"I can whistle."

Zhuo Junli:

Even the fisherman who shook the oar in the bow of the boat laughed and said, "little girl, you are really interesting. The old man has never heard of a young lady whistling."

The average lady is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but no one can whistle. After all, this is not something to be proud of.

Lou Zhiwei doesn't care. She lies lazily on the boat. She clears her throat and blows.

The light rhythm rises gradually, as if the warbler sings.

As the boat went along, when it passed through the low woods on the Bank of the water, a burst of Oriole singing was heard inside. The two voices, one light and one shallow, were stacked in layers, as if they were playing happily, which made the corners of the mouth of the listeners unconsciously bring a little smile.

Just a song, Zhuo Jun left just smiling and asked her, "where did you learn this song?"

"If I said I would in my last life, do you believe it?" Lou Zhiwei showed her signature style of not beating smile, suddenly let this sentence sound suspicious.

Zhuo Jun left with a smile and shook her head. When she was unwilling to say it, she did not ask.

Because of Lou Zhiwei's evaluation of his Dongxiao music as "dark depression system", and mercilessly confiscates his crime weapon, he has no entertainment, and can only sit quietly.

After just doing it for a while, someone in the building fell asleep bored and fell asleep.

Zhuo Jun left staring at the sleeping face for a long time, and finally sighed, taking off the clothes on his shoulders and covering her.

At this time, the fisherman standing in the bow of the boat suddenly stopped his kind smile and said, "yes, here we are."

"Don't follow."

“…… Yes

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