Chapter 173 "Luo River" (2 in 1)

The fourth year of Tianjing, January 16th.

Uncle Sun didn’t know if he had been having sex with Aunt Moon for a night last night.

Not out for a long time.

Heavy snow covers the mountains, and the world is white.

Zheng Xiu, who was in a happy mood because he pushed open the door, when Xiaotao got up in the morning to dress him, he specifically told Xiaotao a joke about "red carp, green carp and donkey", which made Xiaotao giggle.

"Young Master, today is cold, don't get frozen."

Xiao Tao blushed and took out a snow-white velvet collared cotton-bottomed robe from behind her like a magical move, and draped it on Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu looked at the not-to-neat thread at the stitching, and then saw Xiao Tao's hands deliberately hiding in her sleeve.

He took out Xiao Tao's little hand hidden in his sleeve, looked at the fine and dense needle eyes on the green onion's white and tender fingers, and couldn't help but feel distressed: "Did you sew it?"

"Why?"

It's a little embarrassed in the wind and snow.

Heavy snow, rising sun, long skirt, barefoot, paper umbrella.

Xie Luohe kicked the horse's belly, and the horse ran forward.

Among a withered flower bush.

"You are only fourteen years old, what can you do?"

Xiao Tao sat behind Zheng Xiu, and one of them accelerated to catch up with Xie Luohe.

Zheng Xiu quickly threw the distracting thoughts behind him and came to the dome with a bamboo basket on his back.

But Zheng Xiu himself didn't know if he could live until the next year.

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

"Don't!"

He can actually squeeze with the young master.

Zheng Xiu was puzzled: "Are you talking about... the way?"

"Hmph, no need to worry, I have my own sense of responsibility."

Xie Luohe asked interestingly.

The snow on my head suddenly stopped falling.

The smile on the face of the little girl behind her suddenly frozen.

When Zheng Xiu saw this scene, he was stunned at first. Then he grabbed the paper umbrella from Xiaotao's hand, walked quickly behind Xie Luohe, opened it, and covered Xie Luohe's head.

But Zheng Xiu clearly saw them laughing and was clearly very happy.

But does this count?

Xie Luohe leaned over and rolled up the painting. She held an umbrella and looked down at Zheng Xiu from a high place. She no longer mentioned painting, but smiled and asked in a pun: "Is it done?"

Fourteen years old, fourteen years old.

Zheng Xiu kept reminding himself that the little girl was only fourteen years old.

Zheng Xiu hasn't missed drawing for a long time, and he didn't know whether to re-draw or just forget it.

A painting is about to be taken.

As she said, Xie Luohe shook the black cloth and revealed the black guy inside.

Xie Luohe's bag was big and long, and her bow was obviously hidden inside.

"Haha, it's okay, I've gone in long ago."

"Since you want to prove that you are not her, don't always talk about her. Hold her honestly." Zheng Xiu said with a straight face: "I am the painter, and I have the final say. Today I will paint the 'Xieluo River holding an umbrella in the flying snow'."

She doesn't grind ink for the young master every day.

Xie Luohe has always gotten up earlier than Zheng Xiu.

He knew Xie Luohe's hand strength. Who knew which valley she would throw it into, and he couldn't find it even if he could find it.

The snow is white, the umbrella is red, and the hair is black.

"What kind of weapon are you?"

In an instant, Zheng Xiu drew an umbrella in front of him with his handwriting.

Xie Luohe originally wanted to say that it was a dream, it was fake.

After receiving Xie Luohe's order, Xiaotao had already packed up two large bags of luggage and carried them behind him without waiting for Zheng Xiu's arrangement.

After a moment of quietness, the two of them said to Xiaotao in unison: "Xiaotao, you go down first."

After getting the weapon back, Zheng Xiu bit his finger again with heartache.

The two of them walked closer, and Zheng Xiu was embarrassed to stick it on. Under Xie Luohe's murderous gaze, Zheng Xiu could only stop in disappointment: "Okay, you give me back first, I'll tell you what this is."

Zheng Xiu suddenly raised his ears.

Xiaoxin seemed to be seen through by Xie Luohe, so Zheng Xiu could only reach out to Xiaotao.

She didn't understand how strange struggle Zheng Xiu had experienced at that moment, and she didn't know that Zheng Xiu had left the point. Not only did she not feel annoyed, but she was strangely relieved.

Before Xiaotao could wait, Zheng Xiu took out the bamboo tube from the bamboo basket and poured out the clean water, grinding the thick ink.

Xiaotao, who was already shocked, opened her mouth wide and opened in a round shape, forming a small steamed bun shape that could not be closed for a long time.

Xiaotao was about to take advantage of her years of master-servant relationship with Xie Luohe, and she was trembling all over and risked her life to come forward to plead for the young master.

The domineering female president, right?

Zheng Xiu had never painted the front of the Xie Luo River for so many days.

"otherwise?"

Zheng Xiu was speechless.

Zheng Xiu raised his sleeves and the pen reached mid-air, but Zheng Xiu's hand was shaking involuntarily.

They are very capable of pretending.

The golden morning light reflected on the elegant back of Xie Luo River, casting a gorgeous golden glow beside her.

"Yeah~"

In the end, only eyes remain.

Zheng Xiu hurriedly went to find cinnabar. He looked crazy and murmured to himself. After sitting for a while, he bit his fingers suddenly, painted with blood, and drew the peach blossoms on the paper umbrella.

As the shaking, a drop of blood dripped down the tip of the pen.

Huh? It's fifteen this year.

The heavy snow was still falling, falling on Zheng Xiu.

"I declare in advance that this is an ordinary pen, so it's not a question for Lao Jiao."

A gentle woman with fluttering black hair.

The blood-dripping teachings from Grandpa Huasheng.

However, when he went out, Zheng Xiu paused and added.

Zheng Xiu scratched his head: "It's not too late..."

The year after year.

Xiaotao carried a paper umbrella and took small steps, following Zheng Xiu step by step.

The long-term case has been exposed to sun and rain for a long time, and the paint surface has fallen off.

Xie Luohe curled his lips and sneered: "I think I am self-righteous."

Xiaotao's face turned red and burned.

Xie Luohe's eyes twitched, and this angle suddenly reminded Xie Luohe of a certain scene.

All he saw was Xie Luohe in front of him.

But as the rising sun rises, the temperature warms up and the wind becomes less.

She served the boss in person for many years and knew the boss’ temper.

“Tick.”

When I came back to my senses, the scroll seemed to be ruined. It was a perfect painting, with only a vague red color left on the face.

He looked back at Xiaotao.

Zheng Xiu smiled bitterly: "The huge Yunhe Village is in your ears, so there is no secret?"

He knew that he was in a disadvantage, so he had to admit defeat.
To be continued...