Chapter 200 Li Qing comb!
Liang Pengfei nodded subconsciously and was suddenly stunned. The straight body was a little stiff, and he turned his face in disbelief and looked at the palace dresser. What he heard was Wu Nong's soft language in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Although the tone seemed to be a little changed, the Wudi style still permeated in its bones.
"What's wrong with General Liang? Are you dissatisfied with this girl?" Over there, the prince held a hot beauty, raised his glass and invited the king to drink. His eyes seemed to detect the strangeness here. This maid of honor has just come out. I'm afraid she doesn't know much about the rules. If the general..."
"Nothing, it turns out that the little beauty's name is clear comb? It's good. It's really elegant." Liang Pengfei smiled, his eyes were silvery, his eyes were obscene, and he was extremely squinted. Even Wang Shouli, who had already pinched the beauty's waist and shouted secretly, was not as good as good.
"Since the two generals like it, how dare Xiao Wang not be sincere and benevolent? Come and send the dancers of the two generals to the generals' bedroom. Don't neglect it." Ruan Bao laughed.
Wang Shouli and Liang Pengfei looked at each other. After thanking the prince, they were about to leave the banquet on the pretext to go back. Wang Shouli was hungry. Although she was accompanied by maids these days, she couldn't match the beauty brought by the prince today.
Liang Pengfei had doubts in his heart and wanted to go back and ask the comb who served him. Liang Pengfei's sixth sense of confidence in him had always been strong. Anyway, he felt that something seemed to be wrong.
Liang Pengfei stepped back to his yard. As soon as he arrived at the house, he heard a faint cry. He couldn't help but slow down and raised his hand to stop the voice that Bai Shusheng and Monk Chen wanted to open.
However, the people in the room had heard the footsteps from the yard and sobbed in an instant. The palace costume dancer who had just been sent to Liang Pengfei appeared in front of Liang Pengfei and saluted in a little panic and in horror, "I will comb and welcome the general of the country."
The palace costume on her body has been replaced by the water-green dress, which is a light green chest wrap. Although there is a trace of elegance and literary beauty compared with just now, it is still a tulle that can't hide the infinite spring color.
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There is a jade hairpin pinned to the Yunxiu hair. Under the eyebrows like the spring mountain, there is a pair of deep and shining big eyes, but at this moment, it is full of the delicateness of spring fog. The small Qiong's nose wings are slightly red, and the curved and tender lips make people want to take a bite, but it makes people feel pity.
"Get up." Liang Pengfei looked at her and went straight into the room. After getting Liang Pengfei's wink, Monk Chen and the white scholar automatically and consciously stayed outside. However, their ghost Chong's eyes and strange smiles proved that they thought that Master Liang must have been anxious.
"You just cried, why?" Liang Pengfei picked up the fragrant tea carefully served by the comb, took a sip and asked lightly.
Hearing this, his delicate body couldn't help but stiffen. He quickly bowed down and pleaded to Liang Pengfei. His hasty expression made Liang Pengfei feel bored for a while. Come on, I'll ask you something, and you can answer the truth. If there is any grievance, it's okay to say it. Although I dare not say that I can make the decision for you, at least I can say a word or two.
"I'm just worried that I can't serve the general well, so I'm worried." Qing combed her head buried very low, and her hands tightly grasped her clothes. The jade hairpin trembling in the green silk represented her mood.
Hearing this, Liang Pengfei couldn't help shaking his head. The little girl was afraid that she was worried that she would say something wrong and annoyed herself. Since you don't want to say it, can I ask you?
Liang Pengfei cleared his throat to make his voice more magnetic and elegant, so as not to scare the scared little girl in front of him. You are not a native of Annan, are you?
Hearing this, Qing comb's hand, which was rubbing its skirt, stiffened slightly, lowered its body, and answered with a voice that was not much louder than a mosquito's hum. The maidservant is a Han man.
"Ha ha, in Annan, there have been Han people who have migrated here since ancient times. There should be a lot of Han people. I don't know when your family moved to Annan. Can you tell me?" When Liang Pengfei saw Qing comb opening his mouth, he smiled secretly in his heart. It was easy for the little girl to open her mouth.
He asked this question, but he didn't get any answer. On the floor paved with green bricks, it splashed water, and pearl-like tears like broken lines hit the floor, which made Liang Pengfei stunned. He just asked such a sentence. He neither flirted with the little girl, let alone Why are you crying?
"What are you doing? I didn't hit you, let alone scold you, just cried at me. Am I so terrible? Come on, I can't afford to provoke you, can't I? Monk, tell the prince to bring this woman back to me. I'm not interested in this kind of woman who cries after a question. Liang Pengfei's eyes turned ghostly, his face was stern, and he shouted outside the door.
Hearing this, Monk Chen agreed loudly and stepped into the room. He was so scared that he quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Liang Pengfei repeatedly and said, "General, spare my life. It's just a dead end to go back like this. Please ask you to leave me behind." In a panic, even the maidservant's claim was forgotten.
Looking at the panic on the beautiful face like a pear blossom with rain, the expression of a frightened deer, and the tears on the pink and slippery face that had not yet been wiped off made Liang Pengfei, who had always been a gentleman, couldn't help reaching out his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks.
Seeing Liang Pengfei's action, the clear comb was as stiff as an unearthed Jurassic fossil, but he did not dare to move at all. He lowered the thick long eyelashes and let Liang Pengfei wipe away the tears from the corners of her cheeks and eyes.
The warm big hand gently wiped the tears on her face. After the first shudder, Qing comb felt for no reason that the heat from the fingers penetrated from her cheeks to her heart. It seemed that the general of Qing had no malice towards him. Was he not interested in himself?
Aimei is the instinct of the female surname, and showing off that beauty is also the heavenly surname of the female surname. Although she was very scared before, now she feels a little lost.
Chen Monk rolled his eyes vigorously and stood beside him like a wooden stake. He didn't know whether he should follow Liang Pengfei's order just now to sneak out the woman, or he had been standing here watching the young master reach out and touch the woman's face.
It feels really good, but Liang Pengfei, a hooligan, at least remembers that he is a gentleman. Although he brags about himself, he should at least keep this disguise hypocritically. He coughs dryly, stands up, motioned to let the clear comb stand up and reply, and then give the monk Chen back. Go out.
"No more crying?" Liang Pengfei took a sip of tea and smiled at the clear comb. The pretty face that had been brushed by Liang Pengfei's fingers seemed to be more red at this moment. However, she nodded her head hard. At least she felt that her heart was no longer as flustered as before.
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Bang! The teacup in Liang Pengfei's hand flew out horizontally and hit the window lattice, shaking the window. The teacup broke into pieces and fell to the floor and made a messy crisp sound again. As soon as Monk Chen and Bai Shusheng heard the strange noise from the room, the long knife around their waist had come out of its sheath, and they rushed as if they were on guard against a big enemy. Entered the room.
However, the scene in the room made the two people confused again. The dancer sent by Ruan Bao was sitting on a chair and crying in tears, while Liang Pengfei walked indoors with a blue face. There was still a wet stain on the skirt and a piece of porcelain, which really made the two people not understand why Liang Pengfei sent this What a big fire.
"It's okay. You can step back and guard at the door. No one is allowed to approach." Liang Pengfei waved his hand to the two of them and shouted in a low voice.
Seeing that Master Liang was full of unhappiness, the two of them did not dare to neglect. They quickly retreated and stood outside the house murderously. The warning eyes made the servants who hid in the distance and peeked at this side jump out of the distance.
"I didn't expect that the three brothers of the Ruan family were so capable that they dared to treat their meritorious officials like this, and how dare they treat us Han people like this." Liang Pengfei stopped, looked at the ink painting hanging on the wall, and sneered. The coldness in his eyes and the murderous intention emanating from his body, even the clear comb that almost entered the sad memories, couldn't help fighting. He raised his dark and touching Qiu Shuiming eyes with some fear and looked at the young, handsome and magnificent General of Qing.
"Get up, come on, someone, take this comb girl to rest first." Liang Pengfei finally suppressed the anger that almost broke out. After smiling faintly at Li Qing, he called the maid and took her to the next room to rest.
At this time, Sun Shijie and Wu Liang, who also lived in this yard, also seemed to notice the abnormality here and stepped into Liang Pengfei's room. What's wrong with you, my lord? Why are you so annoyed? Could it be that the prince Ruan Bao made you angry? After Sun Shijie stepped into the room, he took the tea cup from the trembling maid's hand and handed it to Liang Pengfei and asked gently.
He knew that although Liang Pengfei was young and ambitious, he did not have that kind of frivolity and domineering. Whether it was himself and Wu Liang, or those ordinary soldiers, Liang Pengfei has always been kind to people and rarely got angry. If he was angry, it must be a big deal.
(to be continued)