After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

Half an hour later, Hang Yanling looked at the mirror, and there was another person looking at her in the mirror.

The long hair was combed neatly, and there was a blood-colored auspicious cloud hairpin fixed behind the head, and pearl flowers were inserted obliquely in the bun.

There was a touch of red on the lips, which was similar in color to the big red eyeshadow in the corners of the eyes.

She closed her eyes because she was self-defeating, and let Yan Qiuyu fiddle with dressing up. She was replaced by a chest-length skirt. The skirt was dark red and dotted with dark golden stars. The color scheme is roughly the same, black drawstring and red tulle, and a purple rose pendant hangs under the drawstring on the right.

……

If the above picture is unimaginable, a simple summary is...

Hang Yanling saw himself in the mirror without committing PTSD.

"Fuck."

If it wasn't for the girl looking at the mirror with the same mouth shape, Hang Yanling really couldn't believe that in her previous life, Hang Yanling, who had always maintained disheveled hair and was like a female ghost whose mother would come out of the TV at any time, would have come out so moving day.

Yan Qiuyu looked at her work with satisfaction, shook her hands, and handed a small tulle fan embroidered with red plums to Hang Yanling: "This is a lady's etiquette, remember to carry it with you, and occasionally you encounter something that doesn't go your way. Just use it to cover your mouth, and don't open your mouth to swear like 'who are you sending it to?'."

"Ah...uh."

Hang Yanling took over the fan, the clothes on her body hindered her movement, but when she thought of herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but force herself to adapt to this restraint.

"so?"

Hang Yanling covered her eyes lightly without authorization, raised her eyes slightly, looked at Yan Qiuyu through her bangs, her eyes moved slightly.

Yan Qiuyu turned her head and sighed softly.

"Junior Sister, wait for me at the door for a while... I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back, so I'll put you on the bed now."

"Okay, sister, prepare slowly."

Hang Yanling smiled shyly, gently pinched her skirt and bowed her body.

Yan Qiuyu put his hand on Hang Yanling's shoulder, his gentle voice trembled a little, and his panting voice was much louder than usual: "Master...Junior sister, why do you talk like that?"

"Ah? Didn't you just remind me to pay attention to the etiquette of a lady? Am I wrong?"

Hang Yanling raised her head and looked at Yan Qiuyu suspiciously, she could feel that Yan Qiuyu who was pressing on her shoulder was exhaling and inhaling desperately: "Hiss... Huh, no, you are right, very good, a lady should be like this Words and deeds are just... hiss... huh..."

The hand pinching her shoulder became more and more forceful, Hang Yanling suffered a little pain, and pressed her hand on Yan Qiuyu's shoulder: "What's wrong with sister? Is it a stomachache? Let me rub it for you?"

"You go out first... Huh..."

"Good~"

Hang Yanling nodded obediently, pushed away Yan Qiuyu's hand, walked to the door of the dormitory lightly, step by step, stood still, turned slightly sideways, covered her mouth with a small fan, and said softly: "I'm just here At the door, please come early when you are dressed up, I...waiting for you."

Yan Qiuyu was standing there, with his right hand stretched out in the direction of Hang Yanling, his left hand desperately grasping his right hand, his teeth clenched, his face red and his face covered with sweat.

"Go, close the door."

"Hmm~."

Hang Yanling carefully held the skirt and sold it across the threshold, turned around and closed the door, sneaked a peek at Yan Qiuyu along the crack of the door, and then closed the door.

Standing at the door and taking a breath of fresh morning air, Hang Yanling turned the round fan upside down and stretched it in along the back collar, scratched his back with the handle of the fan, grinned and smacked: "What's the matter? I learned it Isn't that right? I remember the way those young ladies talk like this?"

Hang Yanling took out the round fan and shook it in his hand, pinching his waist and tilting his head to think.

A loud voice sounded from far away: "Senior Sister!"

"Eh~"

Hang Yanling shook his shoulders, turned sideways, and looked at the girl running over with a smile.

"Morning."

"Who is the little... eh? Why didn't the senior sister call me by my name?"

Little Lingdang frowned suspiciously and looked at Hang Yanling up and down several times, rubbed his eyes, raised his head to look at Hang Yanling, then lowered his head and pinched his own face, then looked up at Hang Yanling, and asked after a long while: "Aren't you Senior Sister, who are you?"

"Okay, okay, don't be naughty, look at your little hands, where have you been naughty?"

Hang Yanling bent down, and gently held the little dirty hand of the little bell.

Little Lingdang trembled all over, retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted, and took a step back suddenly: "Senior sister, are you sick!?"

"what happened?"

Hang Yanling pinched her waist, and lightly knocked the little bell on the head with the round fan.

"No, no, senior sister is crazy..."

Little Bell covered her beaten head, and looked at Hang Yanling in astonishment: "Sister, your head was hit by a stone again?"

"No."

"Then you must have been pissed off by someone, wow, did you get pissed off by those young masters who come to annoy you every day!? I, I'll clean them up for you! Don't do this It looks like it scares me."

"Um……"

Hang Yanling blinked, stretched out her finger, and lightly poked Little Bell's face: "Hey, don't mess around, it's a rare Saturday, how about taking a good rest?"

This poke, like poking the off button of the little bell, the highlights of the little bell's eyes quietly went out,

"Senior sister, you, unexpectedly, turned up, the orchid finger..."

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Don't come here..."

Little Bell turned her head mechanically, and found another figure approaching from not far away, then the whole person seemed to be activated, and rushed towards that figure with a howl: "Sister Third, it's not good! The fourth senior sister was hit by a stone again!! Stupid, she has become a fool!!!"

It was the third senior sister Zhou Qingying who walked over. Today Zhou Qingying was wearing a silver-white gauze skirt, with her long hair in a quiet bun, holding a hydrangea flower in her arms.

It seems that she has also painted a little light makeup, and the usual fierce and unrestrained energy is gone on this white snow-like dress. A round of golden full moon is embroidered on the skirt, and it is lined with auspicious clouds, as if floating in the clouds. Fairies come here.

Little Lingdang originally wanted to throw herself into Zhou Qingying's arms to act like a spoiled child, but when she stretched her dirt-stained hands halfway forward, she suddenly felt that it was not appropriate, and she was awkwardly stuck in the air.

She looked up and down at the brand-new Third Senior Sister, and great doubts appeared in her small mind.

"Third sister, have you eaten too much?"

"I do not have."

Apparently Zhou Qingying's tone was not as obvious as Hang Yanling's. She looked up at Hang Yanling, her face flushed and she lowered her head again, and bowed slightly: "Junior Sister, good morning."

"Senior sister got up very early, have you had breakfast?"

"Hiss...not yet."

"Are you going to have breakfast later? I heard that tonight's event is very important. You and I can't take it lightly."

"Ah, uh...um."

Obviously, even Zhou Qingying couldn't hold back Hang Yanling's tone of voice. She looked awkwardly at Hang Yanling in front of her, and wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything with her outfit.

The little bell sandwiched between the two showed the fear of the end of the world, and ran away screaming.

Watching the only little bell that could divert her attention run away, Zhou Qingying swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked up at Hang Yanling, her brain was in a frenzy.

This was the first meeting since she told Hang Yanling that night that she was abandoned by her sister when she was three years old.

She thought of ten thousand possible conversations between the two of them this time, but she couldn't imagine the current scene.

What's wrong with Hang Yanling?

"You, uh, I..."

Wait, what should we do at this time?

Do you want to cooperate?

After being dazed for a while, Zhou Qingying smiled.

"Junior Sister, you are so beautifully dressed today! Your new clothes are so beautiful, did you choose them yourself?"

With a lively and brisk tone, she ran to Hang Yanling with small steps, and walked around Hang Yanling twice with her hands behind her back.

Yes, this tone was the tone she used when she met Hang Yanling in front of Zhou Qinghe with her chest pad on.

At that time, Hang Yanling was once frightened to think that some kind of mutation had occurred, but at this moment, facing Zhou Qingying who was trotting over, Hang Yanling was slightly stunned, then smiled and covered his mouth with a round fan.

"Third Senior Sister, don't make fun of her. This is what Senior Sister Qiu Yu dressed me up for. If you look at it this way, I'm a little shy."

hiss……

Zhou Qingying, who pretended to be lively and cheerful, only felt goose bumps on her back.

How should I put it, Zhou Qingying felt the feeling of Hang Yanling that day for a moment.

However, after Zhou Qingying saw the flash of complacency in Hang Yanling's eyes, she refused to admit defeat and got up from the bottom of her heart.

Fighting skills, right?

Just wait and see!

"Junior Sister, Junior Sister, your black and red suit matches my snow white very well, come, give me your hand!"

"What is the sister going to do?"

"Of course I hold your hand?"

Ten fingers intertwined, the black-red girl and the pure-white girl stuck tightly together.

Hang Yanling smiled in embarrassment, and the tuanfan gently covered her mouth.

Zhou Qingying smiled heartily, leaning tightly beside Hang Yanling.

Pretending to be elegant.

Pretending to be lively.

Hang Yanling also trembled uncontrollably because the object of her fear was stuck up abruptly.

But at the same time, she is also competing.

Like to pretend to be cheerful?

Fighting skills, right?

come!

In the eyes of others, the two people who have a good relationship are intertwined with each other, and they really have a heart-to-heart connection.

The two reached a consensus in an inexplicable place and began to hate each other.

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At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the night fire is bright.

In Linlang Academy, there is an unwritten rule.

I don't know who and when it was first initiated. On Saturday night, the Xingxing Pavilion of Linlang Academy will hold a sumptuous banquet, and it will be open to students. Of course-although it is nominally open to all students, but in reality Only big families and big sects will be there.The high entrance fee is not something that Xuanban or Zhuban students can afford, and the purpose of opening this place is to provide a social platform for the leaders of the future generation of Jianghu.

Because of the nature of the class, the people who come back here are naturally the young class. These noble second-generation ancestors will wear gorgeous clothes on this day to summarize and communicate about the week's studies and the changes in the world.

Or simply drinking and having fun, reminiscing about the pastime of prosperity and wealth that can only be found at the foot of the mountain - of course, although Fu Tianqing was also a second-generation ancestor in his previous life, he was obviously not interested or in the mood to come to such an occasion.

It's night now, but the surroundings of the Xingxing Building are illuminated as brightly as day by countless bright fluorescent lights suspended in mid-air.

Light and shadow intertwine, shoulder-to-shoulder silhouettes keep pouring into the tall building, chatting and laughing, wantonly venting their extravagant youth.

After a whole day of fighting, Hang Yanling was holding Zhou Qingying's arm in one hand, and with the other hand, she was holding a frosted berry and gently stuffed it into her mouth.

Zhou Qingying also snuggled up to Hang Yanling with a sweet smile, her smile was even sweeter than that of the berries.

Yan Qiuyu, who was walking in front of the two of them, didn't dress up too much for this dinner. She was just wearing a purple dress that was not too eye-catching, dignified and elegant.

The appearance of the three of Linlang Academy made the surroundings quiet down.

Quite a few people have seen this outstanding student in the youth class. Although her current attire has two eyes, it is not as dazzling and moving as the two beautiful girls behind her.

A fresh and noble fairy who seems to come from the clouds.

A soft and coquettish rose, like a rose quietly blooming in the quiet night.

The two seemed to have a very good relationship, snuggling up to each other, and saying hello to the sight cast from the side.

Everyone speculated about the identities and origins of these two beautiful girls, and Qiu Yu seemed to be happy to be used as a foil for the two junior sisters, and kept a good smile the whole time. As usual, three people were stopped.

"You three girls, are you going to the Xingxing Tower to attend the banquet?"

"good."

"Then please let me see your... ah, it's you? You... are dressed differently from usual today."