: Sword Qi and Qin’s heart does not leak any traces

Princess! A charming smile slowly appeared on his lips.

It had been a long time since Li Mu's footsteps passed, and An Mengjie slowly turned around, looked at the fallen leaves floating on the trees, and said leisurely: "It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, because the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered."

"Haha. Meng'er... Where are you singing?" At this time, a familiar voice sounded.

An Mengjie retracted her gaze and looked up in the direction of the sound.

I saw a beautiful girl, wearing a lavender dress and light purple gauze. She had a slanted plum blossom hairpin in her hair and neat bangs on her forehead. Her originally beautiful face had faded.

The immature greenness faded away, revealing some feminine charm, and he was looking at her happily.

"Sister Li," An Mengjie forced a smile: "It's not class time yet, why are you here?"

"Aren't you welcome?" Zhao Li said mischievously.

Lian'er stood a few steps away from her, glanced at her warily, and suddenly frowned unnoticeably.

"Lian'er, you wrinkle when you look at me. You wrinkle when you look at me. If you wrinkle again, you'll turn into Mother Hu." Zhao Li made a face and tugged at his outfit: "How do you like it? Does it look good?

?Don’t you like me, a beautiful girl who is loved by everyone when flowers bloom?"

Then he took a few steps, picked a flower on the roadside, and turned it around in a circle: "Send it to you."

"I don't want it," Lian'er snorted, "What kind of flowers have I never liked?"

"Who are you? You are not a woman." Zhao Li curled his lips and said.

"Lian'er doesn't like flowers to begin with, but Sister Li, you almost like all the flowers on the roadside." An Mengjie covered her mouth and smiled.

"Nonsense...how many can you pick?" Zhao Li handed over the flower branches with leaves: "Smell it, it's quite fragrant."

"If Butler Qiu sees it, it would be weird if he doesn't settle the score with you." An Mengjie joked.

"He doesn't care, I'm not afraid of him?" Zhao Li blushed and felt embarrassed.

"So you're afraid of Butler Qiu?" Lian'er smiled: "Aren't you afraid of everything?"

"What do you know, little girl?" Zhao Li returned to his naughty look and blinked his right eye: "A woman likes her appearance. I'm afraid he likes him."

If their young master knew that the girl he liked fell in love with someone else, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood. This Zhao Li is so unreliable.

Young Master Lejian has been traveling between the Yan Kingdoms as a peace envoy for her and the Zhao Kingdom.

Thinking of this, Lian'er couldn't help but feel sorry for Le Jian. Suddenly, a chill went up her spine, and a man walked over.

"Princess, are you looking for me?" I don't know when a person stood behind me. He wore an elegant moon-white robe with light fly skirts. His handsome face was rare in the world.

This person who seems to be so eye-catching no matter where he sits makes Lian'er feel shuddering every time he sees him.

"Qiuyuan," Zhao Li's mood was stagnant for a moment, his heart was pounding with shock and ecstasy.

"Is something wrong?" Qiuyuan glanced at her lightly, then turned to An Mengjie: "Little princess, if you need flowers, tell me and I will send them to you."

An Mengjie seemed to clearly remember that day when a boy of twelve or thirteen years old said, "I don't know if the empress is here. From now on, just ask for the flowers here and I will send someone to send them to you."

It seems like it happened yesterday, Mom?!

"Princess, what are you thinking about?" A voice called her.

An Mengjie suddenly woke up and came back to her senses. Only then did she realize that her hand was pricked by a flower branch and bled a little. Lian'er had already nervously thrown away the flower in her hand, holding her hand and bandaging it carefully: "Princess,

Are you okay?"

Qiuyuan lowered his eyes, staring at her with his deep black eyes, which exuded a gentle light.

"It's okay!" An Mengjie looked up, accidentally caught that look, and shook her head in confusion.

Zhao Li watched the interaction between the two, and a flash of pain suddenly flashed in his heart: "Why are you sending flowers to the little princess? I will pick them myself."

"A gentleman makes a promise," Qiuyuan said with a faint smile on his face, "you must keep it."

An Mengjie subconsciously followed Qiu Yuan's words and glanced at his face, feeling a little moved. Zhao Li blushed and quietly pulled An Mengjie's sleeve, as if he wanted to say something.

Qiuyuan smiled slightly and walked away without even looking at Princess Zhao Li.

"Who?" Lian'er secretly squeezed her hands: "It's like a lump of ice."

"Who are you talking about?" Zhao Li was unhappy: "That's what I like, that's what I call a man."

"There are many good men in the world, why should you fall in love with a flower unrequitedly?" Lian'er's dark eyes flashed with a cunning look.

When Zhao Li heard this, he became even more embarrassed and said, "I just like to destroy flowers with ruthless hands."

Such beauty was so lethal that even Lian'er, who had always been so heroic, turned red.

At this moment, the sound of reading came from the study on the other side. An Mengjie was suddenly startled: "It's broken, it's almost time for class." Several people hurriedly ran to the opposite side.

A young girl's laughter came from a distance: "Who are the two people running over there in a hurry?"

"Are they Sister Li and Sister Meng'er?"

An Mengjie looked over from a distance and saw two beautiful girls walking out of the study on the other side. One of them pointed at the two of them from a distance.

"No, they are inseparable from each other, and Meng is always late." Zhao Ni whispered.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Li ran to Zhao Rui: "Sister Rui."

Zhao Rui is much taller than before. She is wearing a pink and blue embroidered skirt. She has an oval face and willow eyebrows. She is still as gentle and lovely as before. Standing next to her is a shorter girl with longing beautiful eyes and a smile on her cheeks.

With two shallow dimples, it was Zhao Ni. In the blink of an eye, both of them had grown into big girls.

"Sister Li, sister Meng'er." Zhao Rui showed a generous and decent smile, and the sunlight shone on her face, making her look even more gentle and elegant.

Zhao Li smiled, took Zhao Rui's hand, and nodded to Zhao Ni next to him: "Sister Ni, has sir arrived?"

"Of course I'm here," Zhao Ni blinked: "It's just that you and sister Meng'er's names were mentioned just now?"

Zhao Li was stunned and glanced at them in annoyance: "It seems it's too late. I'm afraid that this time, Old Xu will sue the Queen Mother."

"Sister Li, Teacher Xu is a nice person, don't touch his bottom line." Zhao Rui whispered softly.

"That's right. He is good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting, and he can also play the flute? He is a famous talent in this dynasty." An Mengjie said.

"I heard... I was stimulated..."

I would like to commemorate my teacher Mr. Xu Lifu with this chapter!
Chapter completed!