How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 467 The most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjingjinghua Cishu (28)

   does not look very good, but belongs to the attractive type.

  Yue Ying stared at the woman and raised her chin: "Come here."

  The attendant glanced and waved at the woman.

  The maids lined up and left the hall gracefully, while the attendants also withdrew.

   The final sound of the door closing put an end to the rustling sound of leaving.

  Yue Ying changed his posture and looked at the woman with the eyes of the goods, full of nitpicking.

   looked at the somewhat cramped woman who was still standing quietly.

   hooked the corner of his lower lip and said, what are you doing there, what should you do and need someone to teach you?

   The woman's Shui Ling eyes glanced at Yue Ying and lowered a little.

   She pursed her lower lip and finally moved towards Yue Ying.

   Watching the woman approach, Yue Ying laughed silently.

   This is actually not his type.

   He likes something and has never asked for this type. He feels bored. Like this, he can't say a word for a long time. Isn't this a disappointment.

   But now Yue Ying thinks it's good to be quiet.

  ──No matter how you love to pretend, it's not a **.

   He laughed and cursed in his heart.

   It was Yue Ying who thought the woman was dawdling, and it was also Yue Ying who thought she was dirty and kept her close after she approached. It was really moody and unpredictable.

  Yue Ying leaned forward and smelled it on the woman's hair---fortunately, the smell of rouge powder is not too strong.

   He raised his upper body and stared at the woman with the corners of his lips hooked. The woman was also looking at him in surprise. After meeting his eyes, he lowered his eyes slightly, and his cheeks were slightly red in the warm yellow candlelight.

   "Why don't you speak."

  Yue Ying smiled and asked in a hoarse mind.

He didn't know why he was asking this—he didn't come to find someone to talk to, but he didn't respond to different people's impulses during the day. Yue Ying suspected that he was broken.

   But he just wanted to say.

   Even if the woman didn't respond, he was like talking to himself.

  ──It's like talking to yourself all the time...

   He raised his hand and caressed the other person's cheek, his eyes and smile suddenly became gentle: "...Say something, I want to hear it."

   He suddenly felt uncomfortable.

   It was a territory that could not be touched or invaded, and could only be watched from a distance.

   It was unique in his heart, and no one could compare to it.

  Even if it is a comparison or substitution, it is a kind of stain on it, just like the snow-white paper stained with tiny stains, it is so intolerable that it is almost crazy.

   is too pure, he can't stand it being polluted. Words, eyes, even those that can be touched invisibly, are all polluted.

  ──This world is a kind of pollution to it.

"say what?"

   A gentle female voice interrupted Yue Ying's thoughts and lingered in his ear.

  Yue Ying stared at the woman who was still drooping her eyes as if she had just woken up from a big dream.

  ──What's more, this kind of lowly, pretentious **.

   All interest was gone, only a strong disgust and disgust remained.

  Yue Ying laughed mockingly: "Don't say anything, since you don't want to be angry, don't say anything in the future."

  The woman was kicked out, but Yue Ying's anger and irritability didn't subside at all. Instead, it became more and more intense, and everything was not pleasing to the eye.

Since his eyes were healed, Yue Ying lost the gloomy energy he used to have, but now there seems to be a brand new, unfamiliar emotion that he didn't understand injected into it without his knowledge, melted into the blood, as if There are thousands of ants gnawing at his heart.

   He tried to recall the feeling of the day, the slow and comfortable plucking from top to bottom.

   However, Yue Ying remembered the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that day, and the tip of her nose was full of the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and then she couldn't help thinking of Wen Xien, who showed charity and was clean and cold.

  Everything was like gunpowder hitting a spark, the smoke completely chaotically engulfed his brain, and he couldn't control the feeling that burst out.

  ——

   Yue Ying was panting, but gradually calmed down, but felt empty again.

After    vented, Yue Ying thought it would be better, but suddenly realized that a special feeling appeared.

Very uncomfortable.

   It's like turning around after a busy day and finding nothing to catch.

  's mind was blank, and he couldn't even express his loss.

  Yue Ying took a bath again, but couldn't fall asleep while lying on the bed. She finally fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night.

  The large hall was shrouded in a hazy night.

  ——

   The wicker like jasper beads hangs down low with fluffy green silk, shrouding Wen Xien in a comfortable shade.

   Wen Xien lifted a part of his sleeve, revealing his snow-white wrist, and there was a light blue water drop-shaped mark on his snow-white skin.

   The color is very light and very light, which means that the power of the shark is weakening, which means that Yue Ying's eyes should be getting better soon, and when the mark disappears, it is also the day when Wen Xien disappears.

   But when Wen Xien went to ask, Yue Ying still said that he couldn't see clearly or was in a daze. Logically speaking, now, his eyes should be no different from ordinary people.

  There is only one promise, Yue Ying is lying, but why does he lie? Isn't he the most concerned about his eyes?

   Now that it is all right, instead of holding a banquet to celebrate, it is still hidden.

  ——

   "Jingchen—" Ke Changqing stepped into the door holding a red object, and when he was approaching Wen Xien, he mysteriously hid behind him.

   He half-kneeled shyly beside the monk who was sitting cross-legged on the futon. Seeing that Wen Xien was chanting with his eyes closed, he also closed his voice inside and did not dare to say a word.

  It was Wen Xien who opened his eyes before Ke Changqing said excitedly, "Guess what I brought you back."

   Wen Xien glanced at him and turned his head to one side, ignoring him.

   Ke Changqing's eyes flickered a little dimly, but he still opened the object hidden behind him as if offering a treasure, and handed it to Wen Xien. It was a box of red bean cakes with exquisite appearance.

"I saw the table full of cakes that day. You only touched the plate of red bean cakes, and thought you should like it. When I came back, I happened to see a store selling it, so I bought a box and came back. You can try it. eat."

   The tip of Wen Xienen's nose twitched, and she smelled a sweet but not greasy fragrance, which was not a street stall.

   She looked over and stared at the three characters "Yushi Zhai" printed on the brocade box.

  Yushi Zhai, Wen Xien still heard what Yue Ying said, one of the best pastry shops. It is rumored that their red bean cakes are a must, but they are not opened in Chang'an City, and people in line can line up from the east to the west of the city.

   The direction of    is 108,000 miles away from Yuefu. Where did it come from? By the way?

  Wen Xien looked at Ke Changqing, Ke Changqing was staring at her with his fox eyes twinkling with anticipatory joy.

   I have a typo

   (end of this chapter)