The woman stuck out her tongue, smiled, waved, and said with a sweet smile: "Follow me."
The two of them were walking in tandem, and Li Luo made a little distinction that they were not going in the direction of Shaolai Tower.
Half an hour later, the woman led Li Luo to a quiet courtyard. The woman exhaled and looked a little tired from walking.
Pointing to the courtyard in front of him, he smiled and said: "This is it. My lady doesn't like noisy things. It's remote and quiet here, so I'll stay here and rest." After saying that, he ran to the door and patted it vigorously, shouting loudly while patting it.
, "Open the door, I'm back."
After a while, a female voice came from inside the door, scolding: "Be gentle, you broke the door."
Following the words, the courtyard door creaked open, and a graceful and beautiful woman walked out. She was dressed in simple clothes, but her beauty could not be concealed. She was a rare and beautiful woman.
She has a slender figure and a graceful figure. She doesn't wear any makeup, but she is better than many women in Huajian Liuxiang, and she shows her elegant demeanor.
"What took you so long?" the woman asked with a smile. She saw Li Luo not far away and nodded. Her expression was neither humble nor arrogant, modest and polite.
This woman was very beautiful, but Li Luo always felt that she shouldn't be Songhai Moqing. It seemed that there was something missing compared to the sound of the piano last night.
"You're so arrogant, I just came because I begged for help." The woman leading the way puffed her cheeks and said angrily.
The woman glared angrily, took a few steps forward, bowed gracefully, and said softly to Li Luo: "My little lady, Lan Xiaohe, has met the young master. Young Master, please come in. My young lady is inside."
After saying that, he looked back at the girl who was sticking out her tongue and making a face. She shook her head angrily and said apologetically, "Xiao Shang is young and immature. Please forgive me for any offence." It was indeed not Mo Qing.
Li Luo responded coldly, raised his hand slightly as a return gift, glanced at Lan Xiaohe proudly, and walked into the courtyard as if there was no one else around.
Xiao Shang opened his mouth behind Li Luo and said something, and the shape of his mouth was clearly: Look, you are so arrogant!
Lan Xiaohe shook his head helplessly. The little businessman was weird and had a bit of a naughty temper. He wouldn't listen to anyone except the young lady, so only the young lady could control him.
Lan Xiaohe just pretended not to see it and followed Li Luo into the courtyard.
The yard is not big, and the depth can be clearly distinguished at a glance.
The courtyard faces south and has only three or five rooms. It is very simple and has nothing extravagantly luxurious. It is just the most inconspicuous courtyard in Xiutong City.
There is a Populus euphratica tree on the west side of the yard. It looks like it is quite old. Its branches are coiled like a horned dragon, showing its vicissitudes. Compared with the trunk, the crown of the tree is much smaller and looks a bit out of proportion.
The gentle spring breeze relieves the cold in Mobei and moisturizes the long-dried Populus euphratica.
Although the leaves on the branches have not yet emerged, you can already see a hint of newness, and there is a dark color hanging on the tips, not the dead yellow color in winter.
Half of the treetops of this Populus euphratica tree are dark black, and the other half are still as yellow as in winter. Half of them are dead, and half of them are still alive. I don't know if they can return to spring again.
Under the poplar tree, a woman wearing mink fur stood quietly, with a scarf made of silver fox fur around her neck. The fur of the scarf was very white and the color was extremely pure. You could tell at a glance that it was a rare product.
However, no matter how white the silver fox skin is, it cannot be as white as a woman's face, and it is still three points whiter than this.
The woman raised her head and looked at the tops of the poplar trees. She didn't know what to see on this dry tree. It was so fascinating to the woman that even Li Luo didn't notice when he walked in.
Xiao Shang chuckled and lowered his voice and said, "Miss, you are stupid again."
Lan Xiaohe looked at Xiao Shang reproachfully. He should be beaten for speaking so openly in front of strangers.
However, Li Luo's expression was cold and he didn't seem to hear Xiao Shang's muttering.
Lan Xiaohe felt relieved, coughed lightly, and called softly: "Miss."
Mo Qing's delicate body moved. Although she was not close to Li Luo, Li Luo could clearly see Mo Qing's slender eyelashes trembling slightly. It was soft, sweet, and had an itchy feeling like first love.
The lines on the face are very soft, just like the notes and melody last night, continuously connected together, without interruption or continuation. They rise and fall as they should, not daring to be higher or lower.
Mo Qing came to his senses, looked back, smiled softly, and said harmoniously: "You're here."
The tone of voice was very strange, as if the two people had known each other since childhood, but hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Li Luo felt his eyes were a little hot, and his heart was also hot, accompanied by bits and pieces of pain of unknown origin.
I can’t remember which talented man from the previous dynasty said that every woman is the spirit of flowers in the world. This is true for good-looking beauties, and the same is true for unattractive women.
Pure as a lily, like Changning; charming and seductive, with a hint of unknown innocence, like a mandala, like Princess Yun; romantic and tender roses, like the soft moon; innocent sunflowers, like Tang Tang;
Noble as peonies, like Empress Rong back then; gardenias are thin and shy, unwilling to attract people's attention, but can't hide their sweet and beautiful taste, but there is nothing they can do about it. Such a woman is Su Xue; Cang in the Plum Garden
Yang Jiahe is a plum blossom blooming in the snow; its temperament is gentle and elegant, both near and far, happy and angry, and the elusive golden fragrance of big orchid is like the beauty of popcorn.
There are many, many flowers, and many, many women. It is impossible to list them all, but they are all beautiful and charming.
And this woman, Songhai Moqing, gave Li Luo his first impression of snowflakes, as bright as snow, flying between the sky and the earth, graceful and graceful, stunning and refreshing, existing freely between the sky and the earth.
But this kind of beauty is a kind of careful beauty, just like this snowflake, if you hold it in the palm of your hand, it will turn into a drop of water in an instant and disappear without a trace.
There is a tenderness and sweetness in this smile that makes people pity, but they don't dare to get too close, as if this kind of beauty is very timid, like a frightened rabbit, hiding far away, no matter what
No matter how close you are, there is still an unreachable distance, a blur that makes people dream.
Li Luo was in a daze, neither advancing nor retreating, looking at Mo Qing quietly.
"Sit down." Mo Qing smiled lightly, pointing to a wooden chair under the Poplar euphratica tree, and he also sat casually on another wooden chair.
Lan Xiaohe stepped forward and gently placed the wooden chair. Li Luo did not sit down immediately, he lowered his eyes and thought about something.
Mo Qing smiled and said: "Why, last night the young master showed off his sharp edge and shocked everyone with his skills. Is it possible that today we are afraid that a few of us women will secretly kill the young master?"
Li Luo came back to his senses, smiled casually, and sat calmly opposite Mo Qing.