A long time ago, Zhong Qingye had forgotten the exact year. Someone said to her, if you didn't have an orthodox face, how many people would think of you as a man?
That's right, Zhong Qingye's words and deeds, behavior and various living habits, if she didn't have a woman's face, I'm afraid not many people would regard her as a woman. [ ] She rarely cares about her own
When it comes to dressing up, if she doesn't go out, it doesn't matter even if she wears a military coat. She has such a lazy personality that when Yanzi placed the mirror in front of her, she didn't even recognize the person in it.
She was a beautiful girl, with charming and slightly green eyebrows, her eyebrows were stained with indigo, her pink face was rosy red, and she was pale after all the blood loss. A touch of red spread over her lips, and her forehead was dotted with flower-shaped marks.
Wearing a floor-falling rose red gauze skirt, gold thread embroidered skirt, neckline, and cuffs, exquisite and gorgeous, slender waist, tight-fitting narrow-sleeved summer shirt that shows off her sexy bust, and a gold silk water dragon brocade belt
On the upper waist, there are dots of pearls on the temples on the head, arranged in a staggered manner, contrasting with the peacock dancing drunkenly and golden hairpin inlaid with agate and jade on the central bun, which is so noble that it catches the eye.
A very beautiful dress, although it is a vulgar color, but it perfectly suits her temperament. The placket, sleeves and hem are inlaid with patterns of colorful butterflies arching flowers and vines. Her hands and feet are slightly raised, the sleeves are flying, and the skirt is lying on the floor.
The butterfly seemed to be about to fly out, which was breathtaking.
I am not very accustomed to dressing up like this, even though this face is really similar to my own. Zhong Qingye raised his hand in a daze, and saw that the person in the mirror was moving in sync with him, his fingers were pale, and his fingertips were red.
It was too charming and gave her a too strong sense of unreality.
Yan Zi was very satisfied. The eldest lady was already a beauty, but she didn’t dress up much. Now when she dressed up, she turned out to be stunningly beautiful. Such a young lady would definitely be able to catch everyone’s eyes, including...the prince!
Grabbing Zhong Qingye's hand, Yanzi pulled her and walked out.
When he went out, the sun began to shine, and the bright golden light suddenly penetrated his eyes. The burning pain made Zhong Qingye stunned for a moment, and he suddenly remembered something that happened a long, long time ago.
At that time, she was still young, and at that time, he was still young, everything was as peaceful as the sunshine, and everything was still full of hope... He liked to call her crisply in her ear, Ah Qing.
"Aqing, I bought you candy, come on!"
"Ah Qing, why did you get into trouble again? Don't be afraid, I'm here!"
"Ah Qing, will you be my bride when you grow up? I will only marry you."
Ah Qing, Ah Qing, Ah Qing...
Then, he smiled in the fire, his golden smile still shining, and his voice was crisp.
"Aqing, I'm leaving, you have to protect yourself and don't cry, you know?"
"A Qing..." The man's voice came, real, yet unreal.
Zhong Qingye stood there in a daze, with the sun shining brightly above his head. The woman's expression was blurred and empty. Feng Jin was stunned, and quickly walked over and pressed her shoulders: "Aqing, what's wrong with you?"
Zhong Qingye shuddered and raised her head. The man's face was as clear as jade, and she smiled slightly.
Well, I know...
Ah Qing doesn’t cry, Ah Qing doesn’t cry.
Feng Jin's whole body trembled, and he lowered his head to stare blankly at the girl in red. Her fingertips were still trembling slightly, but she hugged him tightly without hesitation, and he only called her Ah Qing.
"Aqing, are you afraid of the man who wants to take you away?"
..."Don't be afraid, I'm here."
The early sun was brilliant, the golden light was like a waterfall, the man in white smiled slightly, and the girl in a red dress looked like blood on the ground with his arms outstretched to hug her.