147 prince like jade

She looked at the back...

White clothes are better than snow, and green silk is like water.

It's just that he didn't have hair tonight, and it seems that he has just bathed. A black hair floated away, so she smelled the smell that seemed kind and alienated, noble and lonely... water fragrance.

He sat there quietly, as if he were really enjoying the moon, but there were clouds tonight, and the string moon was originally dim. At this moment, he shuttled through the clouds and threw light and darkness on him, making him look like he had some sadness and loneliness of the independence of the world.

After all, it was lazy not to spend the night, so the open sleeves on several sides were idle and picked up the tea cup that looked like moonlight... Then put it down, but it was even more desolate.

A few sides is an empty rattan chair.

She looked silently for a while, walked over and sat down.

I took a deep breath and was ready to talk to him, but as soon as I turned my head, my breath suddenly stagnated...

He didn't wear a mask and showed his exquisite and clear side face in front of her eyes.

The moonlight is like water, as if it is pouring slowly along the ups and downs of his face, sliding over his beautiful jaw, spreading along his slender neck to the exquisite collarbone, and then flowing silently. He quietly bathed in the moonlight, as warm as a beautiful jade immersed in soft waves.

Her eyes went up with the moonlight and fell back on his face.

Is it because the water wave floats? Why did she see a little coolness between her unruly eyebrows? It's like...

He suddenly turned his head...

The moonlight seemed to shake, and the coolness suddenly disappeared, with only a pair of ink jade-like eyes, looking at her quietly and coolly.

Her mind seemed to be photographed by her at this time.

What kind of eyes are those? Narrow and the tail of the eyes are slightly raised, as if they are warm and cold, like ice and soft. When they only cross their eyelashes, they seem to have a panoramic view of the boundless rivers and mountains of the world. However, their eyes flashed slightly, and thousands of miles of wind and clouds disappeared. The only refreshing and stillness is still in it, such as ancient rivers, slowly flowing through, only desolate, only clear.

With a faint smile, he was gorgeous, shallow and elegant. However, when he slightly picked up his long eyebrows that flew into his temples like feathers and looked obliquely, there was a bit of evil charm, which seemed to lock the mind of the people in front of him and master it in his hand.

She didn't feel refreshed, and her eyes suddenly condensed.

It's just the moment of turning her head, just this casual glance. How could she give birth to so much incredible?

However, now, half of his face is bathed in the light, and half of his face is hidden in the dark, which is indeed a kind of dazzling confusion...

He was in a trance again. When he finally turned around, he saw that the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, a little elegant, a little joking, and his ink jade-like eyes looked back at her coldly and faintly.

"Are you looking at me?"

She was a little embarrassed and hurriedly turned her head and said angrily, "Yes, I just want to see what you look like when you are in a bad mood."

As soon as she said the words, she regretted it, because the superfluous explanation seemed to add a little bit.

"What does it look like?"

And he suddenly got closer, and the fragrance of water fell faintly on her face, and her long eyelashes flashed gently.

She hid back and looked away: "She is the same as others."

"Others? What kind of person?" He suddenly frowned, smiled in an instant, and suddenly appeared: "Listen to what you mean, I've always been in a good mood... Have you known me for a long time?"

Luo Wener had no way to answer. She only felt that the conversation had fallen into the brainless strangeness since the beginning, and she was led away by him again. She couldn't help but be a little annoyed: "When will you be in a good mood?"

"Are you in a hurry?" He smiled charmingly, his long eyelashes were slightly close, and his long finger picked up the flowing jade: "Don't you think of a way to make me happy?"

"No!" Her answer was crisp and full of gunpowder.

Mo Xi laughed, a little serious, and a little joking: "Since I ask for others, I'm so hard... Alas, my mood seems to be worse."

"You..." Luo Wener immediately raised her eyebrows.

"Well, let's make a bet that if you can beat me, I will ask you for everything, and if it makes me feel better, maybe I will respond to one or two irrelevant things..."

"Why should I bet with you?"

"Beauty, listen carefully. Anyway, it's your benefit..."

Luo Wener calmed down: "What do you want to bet on?"

"I haven't thought about it yet..."

"You..."

"Beauty, there is a saying that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry..."

Mo Xi picked up the luminous pot and slowly filled her a cup of tea.

Luo Wener refused to move.

Mo Xi smiled and touched the tea cup on his lips: "So, can you rest assured?"

Seeing Luo Wener's relaxed expression, she hooked the corners of her lips: "I know you just want to have a drink with me..."

"You..."

"However, this cup can't be drunk..." He lowered his eyes and gently put down the teacup.

Luo Wener was strange, and suddenly whispered behind her: "Mrs..."

Luo Wener was shocked and looked back... When did Wanbing come? Silent, like a ghost. However, when I looked at it again, I was shocked again... Why are they all Wanbing, and there are six? Standing in a row and standing in a shadowy background, the water-blue skirt is uniformly covered with a layer of coldness under the bright and dark moonlight, and even the direction, amplitude and rhythm of the swing are exactly the same.

The finger grasped the armrest tightly, but her eyes fell on the last "Wanbing"... Although her look was as dignified and respectful as other "Wanbing", her smile was decent, but there was a piece of gauze on her forehead, with a slightly chagrined look and a little sleepy, and the consequences really lowered her eyes. Son, I made a small yawn.

This little discord finally relieved her.

Mo Xi didn't seem to notice her shock, but just said "um" as if she was used to it, and then six Wanbing came back... Clean up the tea set, change the tea set, boil water, and put tea...

Luo Wener found that they were doing their respective duties, and some links were simply inexplicably fine. For example, one person was responsible for opening the ceramic lotus teapot, and the other person scooped out the tea with a small spoon of the same texture. During this period, another person reminded: "The prince said that 28 pieces of Ceylon drunken fat is just right."

Then one person is responsible for putting the tea into the new Yuguang tea cup.

There was another person who was about to add water. Mo Xi waved his long sleeves, and Wanbing bowed down.

It seems that I just found Luo Wener's surprise, and I didn't realize that the corners of my lips hooked: "Wanyu..."

A "Wanbing" came out, gave a good gift, and said with a smile: "The name of the slave maidservant is Wanyu. Wanbing and Wanqing, who served the girl, were born on the same day of the same year. This is Wanjie, Wanling..."

Luo Wener understood that these maidservant were octuplets, named after the ice, jade and exquisite crystal. It was really clear water hibiscus, clear and pure.