009: Meet another beautiful teenager

The cinnabar stood slowly at the door, thinking about how to ask Linglong Naguangting.

"Your Highness, do you need a maidservant to help you?" Linglong asked thoughtfully.

"No, no, you stay here, and it's easy to entertain..." The cinnabar shook his hand in a hurry.

"Then don't go far. If you miss the end, no one will come again. I will pick you up. If you are tired, come back early. Don't get tired." Look, after all, it's a person who cares about people with such a long list of people. The cinnabar listened patiently and nodded.

"Your Highness, take your time." Linglong said, then saluted the cinnabar and turned around to pick down the curtain.

"Oh, Linglong..."

"What's wrong with the princess?" Linglong stopped and raised the curtain and looked at the cinnabar.

"That..." The cinnabar stopped talking.

"Princess?" Linglong asked strangely.

"No, it's okay, it's okay." Zhu Sha smiled dryly and turned away. Her face blushed slightly with embarrassment. Indeed, what do you ask her to say? Just a few days after I arrived in Dashang, I chased the prince in such a hurry. When I saw it to others, I must have laughed at Wu Zhao's princess. It must have been too long...

Maybe he was embarrassed by these crazy thoughts in his mind. The cinnabar's waist is not sore, his legs don't hurt, and his buttocks are not in the way. She blushed, lowered her head and walked quickly, unconsciously bumping into a "wall".

"Ouch!" The cinnabar was hit so much that he almost fell to the ground and looked up, but saw a man with a black line standing in front of him.

It turned out that it was not a "wall", but a person.

The cinnabar rubbed the forehead. Fortunately, it was not a real wall, otherwise my head would have to be swollen at this time.

"You don't even open your eyes when you walk?" The man's tone was full of stinky farts and impatience. The cinnabar picked up his eyes and looked over. However, he saw that the man was wearing a light cyan robe, the neckline and cuffs were inlaid with silver-white embroidered brocade, and the silver-white belt around his waist was high and elegant. Junxiu's face, with an arrogant and domineering unhappiness, staring at the cinnabar angrily.

"It's you." Cinnabar casually said, "What are you doing here? Do you want to install a pillar and wait to hit someone?"

"Presumptuous!" The young man said angrily, "Do I have to report to you in my own garden?"

"Your garden?" The cinnabar looked up. The afternoon sun was blazing, and the green trees in front of him were dazzling. The white orchids dotted on the green branches were as bright as pearls, full of gorgeous eyes and dazzling. Yo, I came here."

Looking at these fragrant white orchids reluctantly, the cinnabar shrugged its shoulders, turned around and left: "I'm sorry to bother you."

"Hear."

Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, the braids of the cinnabar were grabbed by the teenager, and his scalp hurt abruptly. It hurts so much. What are you doing? Cinnabar hurriedly stopped, covered the pulled hair and shouted.

I think this exquisite is much more dedicated than Xiang'er. When she was in Wu Zhao, Xiang'er had to change a different hairstyle for cinnabar every day, and no matter how beautiful the hairstyle is, at least there is a new feeling every day. And this exquisite style likes to tie this kind of double bun hairstyle to cinnabar, and hangs a wisp under the bun and weaves it into two small braids. Look at this little braid, and he was caught in the blink of an eye.

"You broke into my white garden again and again, and just bumped into me again. Do you want to run away like this?" The teenager approached little by little, stood behind the cinnabar, lowered his head and looked at her coldly.

Although the two are of the same age, the teenager is finally as tall as the cinnabar. His thin face is slightly browed, and he looks at the cinnabar with contempt and unhappy eyes.

"Well, I said that the dboys of you big businessmen are really interesting. I apologized just now. What else do you want?" Cinnabar tried to pull his braids out of his hand.

"A small four-grade palace man dares to talk to me like this." The teenager sneered, "Believe it or not, I can want you to die in front of me immediately."

"Drink, open your mouth and shut your mouth to death." The cinnabar shouted disdainfully. What's the joke? When the cinnabar was scared since I was a child?" Have you forgotten what I told you last time?"

"How dare you say that?" The teenager pulled the braids of the cinnabar angrily. "I don't know where you, a dead woman, have sent a story to deceive me. What kind of allusion is this? I have turned over the classics and found no record of this allusion!"

"Tut, you're not right," the cinnabar smashed its mouth and said, "How can this wild historical allusions and legendary stories be found in the classics? Which of those folk legends and customs can be found in history books? I think you are obviously too knowledgeable, and you just want to move books. Do you think that book is really Yan Yuru?

Seeing that the teenager's face turned red, the cinnabar said again, "The cherry blossoms in the east were really white at the beginning, and it only became pink because of sucking human blood. Even the peach blossoms are transformed by the blood and tears of the sad and crying fairies in the sky. Don't you know?

With that, the cinnabar pointed to the dazzling white orchid: "Killing people under the white orchid, these flowers will suck people's blood and become blood red..."

These black and white eyes are round, and a small face is tense. The cherry-like lips are round, and the tone is also elongated, which produces a kind of magic, which makes the teenager can't help looking at the white orchids with the fingers of the cinnabar. The breeze made the leaves rustle, the flower shadows swayed, and the people felt a gloomy coldness for no reason.

Hey, this fierce and introtible fool is really easy to deceive.

Cinnabar smiled secretly in his heart, and then quickly pulled back his little braids, turned around and ran away.

"You!" The teenager stamped his feet angrily, "The dead woman is lying to me again!" Then he caught up with him.

However, as soon as the cinnabar ran out a few steps, the footsteps stopped abruptly.

"That's...what is that?" The cinnabar pointed to a place not far away and asked.

"What kind of trick are you doing? Dead woman, let's see how I deal with you." The teenager quickly approached and grabbed the cinnabar's arm.

"That's...ghost..." Zhu Sha's eyes stared straight at the place.

"Where the hell did you come from, you are clearly..." The teenager's words turned around his mouth, and then suddenly stuck in his throat. His eyes and cinnabar looked at a place, and his mouth opened wide in an instant.

Just under the shade of the lush trees covered by the sun, there is a white figure!

A black hair was blown up by the wind and flew. Only a pale face and blood-red lips were seen. The white dress danced with the wind, and the thin hands grasped the trunk tightly. It looked like a ghost born from the shadow of the trees, which made people shudder.

The teenager's hand holding the cinnabar couldn't help trembling.

"Who are you?" The cinnabar asked loudly.

The "ghost" red lips opened, and the hand holding the tree trunk was clearly tightened.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" The cinnabar's eyebrows were already wrinkled, and his eyes stared over.

"If you don't talk, I'm going to see your face." The cinnabar snorted coldly and was about to walk over.

However, the teenager behind her caught her tightly, which made her almost fall. What are you doing?" Cinnabar turned around and shouted at the teenager unhumpily, and then shook his arm hard.

"Don't...don't go." The teenager's eyes were still fixed on the "ghost", but his face was whiter than before.

"Are you afraid?" The cinnabar sneered.

"I... I'm not afraid!" The teenager came to his senses and stared at the cinnabar, "What if I say, what if it's a ghost?"

"How can there be ghosts in broad daylight?" The cinnabar shook away the teenager's hand. "Be done, how can you know if you don't go to see it?"

"No!" The teenager shouted, but the cinnabar had already rushed towards the "ghost". He moved, but found that his feet seemed to be rusty and he couldn't even move.

"Pretose to be a ghost in broad daylight, and carefully take off your ghost skin!" The reiki's eyes stared at the "ghost", and the cinnabar came quickly.

The "ghost" suddenly turned around and fled.

"Hight!" Zhu Sha pulled out his legs and went to chase. The teenager couldn't help but be anxious when he saw the cinnabar chasing the "ghost". He hesitated for a long time, and finally became ruthless. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, raised his legs and ran after the cinnabar.

This group of people - a ghost, two people, chased back and forth like this, and unconsciously ran far away.

"Hight!" The cinnabar ran out of breath, but the "ghost" in front of him disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Isn't this too fast? The cinnabar stopped and looked around.

Where is this?

In front of us is an empty place, with barren grass, and there is only a white orchid forest next to it, and the white orchids are blooming. However, this tree species is taller than the white orchid tree I saw before, and the flowers are nearly twice as big as it. The fragrance overflows and disperses with the wind. However, this flower, which should be beautiful and pleasing, blooms here, but no matter how you look at it, it is desolate and bleak. The white dotted with green is only full of desolation and gloomy.

"Wait for me..." There was a gasp behind him. The cinnabar saw that the teenager was running over out of breath. When he saw the cinnabar, he couldn't run and stumbled and stopped.

"You damn woman, you run so fast!" He bent down, put his hands on his knees, and gasped.

"It's clear that you run slowly." Cinnabar glanced at the teenager, "Thanks to you, you are still a man!"

"You!" The teenager straightened up angrily and his face turned red. "You don't know how to be polite, I want your life carefully."

"Where is this?" Cinnabar didn't bother to listen to him. This easy run provoked the sweat in front of his forehead. Cinnabar fanned it with his hand and looked around, "Do you know where this is?"

"I don't know." The teenager also looked around, "I never knew there would be such a place in the palace."

"Shout." Cinnabar curled his lips disdainfully. Maybe it was the king who had only been in the palace for hundreds of years, and he seemed to be very familiar with it.

The teenager's face couldn't help blushing again and said, "The palace is already very big, and there are only a few places where I am active. I don't know there is such a place." He paused and said angrily, "It's you, a dead woman. You have to chase a ghost and run to such a place. How can you go back!"

"What can't you go back to?" Cinnabar didn't think so, "Isn't it enough to go back the same way?"

After saying that, I looked up and saw a palace not far away, faintly among the white orchid trees.

"Look!" Cinnabar pointed with his hand, "Maybe that guy has gone there. Let's go and have a look."