Women's clothing boss, he is too beautiful

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The wind blows gently, and the ice and snow accumulated on the ground in winter have long since melted, turning into gurgling water to nourish the yellow-brown soil.

Song Xizhi left the small pavilion in the lake, and walked a certain distance, passing through the dark green forest, his vision suddenly widened, and he looked around.

I saw the green grass flourishing in clusters, growing and growing wantonly by the power of the spring breeze.There is no prohibition.avoid.

He saw Qiutong in the middle, coughed, and called her over.

Seeing Song Xizhi's return, Qiutong immediately stopped teasing the little monk, and then walked towards him, seeing Song Xizhi's pale and weak face, said in a low voice: "Now the sun is almost setting, we must Hurry back before the city gate is closed. This Yunxun Temple is built in the outskirts of Beijing, far away. It will take a long time for us to take a carriage on the road."

It's just that he thinks his health is poor, and he is very grumpy.Song Xizhi looked at Qiutong.

Qiutong was a little uncomfortable, and unconsciously looked away, and lowered his head.

Song Xizhi boarded the carriage, and said quietly: "The little master just now has good features, and his appearance is pretty good."

Qiutong's heart skipped a beat, a row of thin needles slipped out of her hand, and she said with a smile: "The maidservant just saw that the little master became a monk at a young age, so she was a little curious, so she asked a few questions. As for his appearance, the maidservant Dumb, not paying attention."

Song Xizhi picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth. The soft and waxy scent of sweet-scented osmanthus immediately filled his mouth, and he responded vaguely.

Qiutong leaned his body and listened carefully.

"The little monk is really good-looking, but his head...is too bald. It's unsightly." Song Xizhi put down the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, took out a handkerchief and wiped the residue from the corners of his mouth.In short, that's a bald aesthetic he can't appreciate.

Leng Huaping laughed, his eyes narrowed into crescents.

Laughter came from outside the carriage, Song Xizhi caressed his forehead, leaned back relaxed, and sighed slightly, "Oh, bald head, a man's eternal pain."

"Boom—" the horse neighed and fell to the ground.Song Xizhi grasped it with his right hand to stabilize his center of gravity.

"Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!" The long sword was unsheathed, and a group of masked men formed a circle around the carriage, forming a tight circle.

"Who?" Qiu Tong scolded loudly.

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