I have the beauty of the villain's love

The heavy warm tent was lifted, and a beautiful face poked out from the tent.

The reason why she is said to be a beauty is because not only is her face beautiful, but even the posture she poses is pleasing to the eye, like a painting.Such a stunning beauty is now only wearing a red gauze, her snow-white lotus root arms are propped on the bed, and her watery eyes are looking at the person in front of her with lingering eyes.

The man she was looking at stood in front of the bronze mirror and straightened his clothes, leaving only the back of a jade tree facing the wind.

"Yuxian, I won't let you down."

The beauty's legs are also very white, the skin as soft as white jade is covered with the looming red gauze, I feel that even the scene of her toes stepping on the ground is very attractive.But such a beauty can only see infatuation in her shining eyes, "Zhou Lang——"

Onion-like hands rested on the man's shoulders, and between the fingers painted with red nectar, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he brushed the man's hair between the temples.

The man felt itchy, and smiled slightly, then reached out to grab Yuxian's troubled hand, and kissed it on his lips.

Yuxian walked in front of the man, her smooth little feet stepped on the man's robe that had fallen on the ground, and when she turned in front of him, it was almost touching his mouth and nose.

The man's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his slightly raised eyes were always somewhat peachy.

"Zhou Lang, I don't want to die with you, I just want to be by your side." When Yuxian said this, she was quite pitiful.

The man sighed, "Yuxian, you also know that you are the only one in my heart and eyes."

Yuxian bit her lip and snuggled into the man's arms, and said after a long time, "Zhou Lang, are you coming tomorrow?"

"Will Yuxian wait for me?"

Yuxian bowed her head, "Yes." Suddenly she said extremely firmly, "From tomorrow, Yuxian will guard Zhou Lang's body."

The smile in the man's drooping eyes deepened, but he didn't return to the demeanor he held up just now. He stuck it to Yuxian's ear and breathed like blue, "Wait for me."

With a glow on Yuxian's face, she raised her head in the man's arms, but only glanced at him, then lowered her head in panic, "Mmm."

After chatting with Yuxian for a while, the man tidied up his clothes and walked out of the spring night boudoir where the hibiscus was warmed up.

There are many beauties in this Fuchun Pavilion, those beauties leaning on the railing saw the man, they all surrounded him one by one.

"Zhou Lang—" A plump beauty in red grabbed the man's left arm.

"Young Master Zhou—" A delicate and attractive beauty in yellow clothes grabbed the man's right arm.

The man who had just sworn to Yuxian Mountain, spread out the jade bone incense sandal fan he was holding in his hand with a swish, covering the corners of his lips, and only looked at the beauties in front of him with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

All the beauties in Fuchun Pavilion shyly avoided looking at him.

"Dansha, Qingying." Young Master Zhou yelled from side to side, and the two beauties who supported his arms could not wait to throw themselves into his arms.

"Father blamed me for not getting married for so long, and has already proposed marriage to the county magistrate's daughter for me."

The beauties clustered around her immediately showed a flustered look.

"Is Zhou Lang getting married?"

"Zhou Lang—"

The man's eyes were lowered, and there seemed to be all kinds of gloomy melancholy in his eyes.

All the beauties saw their apex aches, and each of them comforted them warmly.

"Zhou Lang, if that woman doesn't suit you, you must not be wronged—"

The man shook his head again, "How dare you disobey the orders of your parents."

When all the beauties saw Zhou Lang being so sad, they all felt the same way. They only hated that they were not good family members and could not marry Zhou Lang——if possible, it would be good to be a concubine.

For a while, the flowery beauties in the Fuchun Pavilion were all in a state of despair.

The man sighed again, brushed away the two women holding his sleeves, and walked out.

After walking out of the Fuchun Pavilion, the folding fan of the folded lips was put away, and pinned back to the waist.

A pair of half-smiling lips, not at all like his tender eyes, only feel extremely cunning.

The man came out of the Fuchun Pavilion, neatly dressed, with windy sleeves, walking on the side of the ferry lined with willows, men and women passing by were amazed - where did the handsome young man come from?Even if they saw him walking out of Fireworks and Willow Alley, others would not associate him with those whores.

The man was already used to these gazes, he raised his jaw even higher, and pulled out the jade bone fan at his waist in a pretentious manner, unfolding it to reveal the elegant and strong bamboo on the fan.

It's just that his raised eyebrows revealed a faint arrogance.

A guest of a teahouse lowered his head by chance, was shocked to see such a young master Jia, and asked the people around him where he came from. The person next to him looked down and laughed, "This is Zhou Lang, the eldest son of the Zhou family. " Then his tone suddenly became ambiguous again, with a hint of envy, "There is no woman in Fireworks and Willow Lane who doesn't like him. No, it should be said that there is no woman who doesn't like him."

It happened to be windy at the ferry, and it was March, and catkins were flying with the wind.

Zhou Lang raised his hand to catch a tuft of catkins, pinched it between his fingertips, and smiled with his lips bent, as gentle as admiring the national beauty of peonies.

He was originally an art school student in modern times, but before he could graduate, he died in a traffic accident, and unexpectedly came to such a place.It just so happened that the family was well-off, and the older he got, the more handsome and coquettish his body was, and he had no interest in aspiring to the ruling and opposition parties, so he just relied on his talent and appearance, hugging left and right, and enjoying the blessing of being equal to others.

He just told those girls in Fireworks and Willow Lane that the marriage proposed for him by his family was true. Although the daughter of the county magistrate was not beautiful, she was also considered pretty and lovely. At Zhou Lang's age, what? Such a stunning beauty has never been admired before, and now that she is married and settled down, it is not a bad idea.

It's the county magistrate's woman, if she doesn't like it in the future, she can still take a concubine.

Just as he stopped to think, he suddenly heard the sound of a horse's hooves.Zhou Lang raised his eyes and saw a group of Qingqi galloping towards the street across the bridge, led by a woman in blue.

The woman's posture is gallant, the body of the horse under her crotch is white, only a tuft of black hair between the four feet, the woman is not riding an ordinary horse, and the person is also different from ordinary women, holding a long whip to spur the horse galloping.

The woman also turned her head suddenly, it was the peony season, the peonies all over the city were competing to bloom, and it was not enough for this woman's beauty!

Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment.

The voice of the person behind him is only now heard——

"Miss Linghu enters the city, idlers avoid—"

Zhou Lang came back to his senses when he heard this sound, grabbed the people around him and asked urgently, "Miss Linghu? Which Miss Linghu is this?"

The person who was caught by Zhou Lang was a little displeased at first, but when he looked back, he saw that it was such a handsome young man, so he replied kindly, "It's the second lady of General Linghu's residence."

Zhou Lang had heard of the reputation of the second lady, and heard that she was also a good fighter in war.When he first heard about it, he joked with the people around him, saying that a woman marching and fighting must have a strong back and a voice like a bell.

but--

Looking at the back of Qi Juechen, Zhou Lang closed the unfolded fan and held it in his hand.

The author has something to say:

CP in this volume: Merry and Arrogant Shou×Honey Juice Attribute Attack

No heroine.The focus is on her brother.

Heartthrob, brainless Su, wrote his own play, love to read it or not.