Bai Jianfei knocked a jade chopstick in his hand, shook his head while drinking, and said: "This call brings old hatreds and new sorrows. Who is Changqing? Wandering around can also make him happen to hear someone talking about new stories.

?What we are saying today

Even if you don’t say it, he must have known it all! Hey, we grew up together. Ever since he took over Tian’s family, who can see through him? Let me tell you, he is not an economical person.

The light! Hey hey hey

Yuan Chong was a bit unable to turn around: "Now that the Ninth Prince is protecting the Seventh Lady, can they still have trouble with the Ninth Prince? Isn't this an egg against a stone?"

Bai Jianfei smiled, ignored him, and just asked the waiter to come in to warm the wine and add food.

At this time, I saw a corner of the bamboo curtain in the wing room on the second floor of Duobao Pavilion being gently lifted, and standing behind the curtain was a woman wearing a peach color and a flowered butterfly skirt.

She is about thirty years old, but she looks like she is in her early twenties. Her skin is as white as snow, her eyebrows are as long as the distant mountains, and her waist is too thin to hold a hand. Her fingers that open the bamboo curtain are as slender as an orchid in bloom. Although she is wearing a gorgeous dress

The clothes and skirts still can't hide the beauty of her beauty, which is as beautiful as the bright autumn moon.[

She looked at the back of Tian Yu and his boy A Shi riding away downstairs and smiled lightly. She murmured to herself: "You and your mother have countless calculations, but can you predict what I will do to you next? Zhang Qianru

, just wait, it’s time to repay the blood debt sixteen years ago."

The words she spoke were frightening, but her voice was so charming and charming.

She put down the bamboo curtain and slowly returned to the room and leaned lightly on the soft couch. She picked up the embroidered cloth lying on the couch. A piece of magnolia-colored brocade was stretched in the bamboo strips embroidery circle, and a picture of the bright moon over a flat lake was almost completed.

The bright moon hung high above the soft satin, and the blue waves of the lake shone with silvery light. In the clear and tranquil scenery, a lone goose flew sadly, but there was an arrow stuck in the neck of the lone goose, and the red blood was like rain.

Spreading out is horrifying.

The compartment door creaked open, and a short, thin-faced young man walked in. He walked to the woman's side and reported in a low voice: "Madam, the carriage is ready."

As if she hadn't heard anything, she embroidered slowly. She took out the last stitch, and the needle tip pierced her finger, revealing a drop of bright red blood.

She pressed her hand on the goose's neck, and the goose's neck was instantly dyed red. She took out the brocade, looked at it with satisfaction, and put it into a delicate box. Then she stood up and said lazily: "The last one is black.
Chapter completed!