The pavilions are scattered and the waterfronts are deep.

Qingwan broke down a branch and stretched it into the flower hall and pinched it in her hand, lowered her head and gently leaned down, smelling the fragrance in the heart of the flower.

Si Fengjingyan also held a stack of pastries in his hand, and a few exquisite desserts were stacked on it, which did not look like they could be made in Cuiliuju.

The pastry seemed to be sealed into a vacuum state, and there was no slight heat or a slight fragrance. The emerald green looks particularly delicious.

"I wonder what Miss Qingwan wants to say to me?" After entering the flower hall for most of the day, I didn't see this woman talking. Si Fengjingyan couldn't help feeling impatient.

Originally, she had to go back to the house after taking the pastry from the bones, but she stopped her halfway. At first, she didn't want to pay attention, but she heard that there was something about Zhili and Cui Liuju. As it was still early, she walked over with her.

Qingwan covered her lips and smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were as innocent as a small family, which was completely incompatible with the four words "Woman in the Wind and Dust".

But she didn't know that this smile could fascinate thousands of men, but it was useless to this cold-hearted man. Before she could speak, the other party had already spoken first, "Since the girl has nothing to say, I'll say goodbye."

The beautiful scenery is not as good as Qiao Xinglian's eyebrows. For Si Feng Jingyan, there is probably only one woman in this world who can enter his eyes and be engraved in his heart. How could he look at other women with different eyes?

Seeing that the man was not moved at all, he even turned around and left, Qingwan's face changed. She couldn't care about her original posture of picking flowers, so she quickly followed, "Young Master Ninth, I haven't said anything yet, why did you leave!"

Si Fengjingyan's eyes were calm, and she didn't stop, and she seemed to hear the delicate sound behind her.

"The ninth young master... I have good wine and good dishes in my room. Do you really want to let my family down?"

The man in front stepped out of the flower hall, but still did not respond.

Qingwan bit her lip and followed closely, "The girl in Cuiliuju wants to redeem her body. Don't the Ninth Prince want to know how to redeem her body?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the slow pace in front finally paused and then stopped.

The beautiful red chrysanthemum suddenly closed the hand and pinched it into a ball. The broken petals fell to the ground, and some flower juice dyed her slender palm as thin as jade.

Qingwan was unwilling to give up. She was also in the upper class in terms of appearance. How many men had lost all their money to fight her? But this man... this man didn't even look at her directly.

She didn't want to mention Zhili's name at this time, but only Zhili's name could tell him to stop, sarcasm and unwillingness pressed up like thick ink, and even his hands hidden under his long sleeves could not help but tremble slightly.

She was unwilling to give up...she must get this man!

Thinking that he had reached his mind, Qingwan chuckled again after calming down, slowly walked up and continued to speak, but the man turned around and looked at her with a calm expression, "I know that there is naturally her reason for not leaving at this time, otherwise, if I want to take her away, no one can stop me."

The moon-white robe stood proudly. Although the man in the flower hall had no expression on his face, his aura was cold and he seemed to be talking about something very ordinary with an aura that could not be ignored.
Chapter completed!