"What is this?" Yang Feng'er expressed confusion when she saw Xiao Chen taking out a pair of black stockings.
"You'll know after you try it on." Xiao Chen smiled a little shyly, because of his own habit of being embarrassed to say it out loud.
Whoever is a man, don’t laugh at Xiao Chen. How dare you say you don’t like it?
If you don’t like it, it’s not a man I tell you!
"Just wear it like this?" Yang Feng'er was surprised. Although it was black, it looked very transparent under the sun.
"You can wear a short skirt outside. By the way, you should untie your hair first." Xiao Chen took out another set of black uniforms customized for her.
The uniforms are also very tempting.
Don't ask why it's tempting, you all know it so well, don't pretend to be innocent.
Long hair shawl, close-fitting black open-collar suit, short skirt above the knee, plus black stockings...
"It's really weird." Yang Feng'er changed her clothes and stood in front of the bronze mirror and saw a completely different version of herself.
"Can you wear this kind of clothes? You won't be laughed at by others." Yang Feng'er said this, but in her heart she felt that her outfit looked pretty good, but the neckline was too big, the white part of her skin was half exposed, and her legs were too exposed. Too many, curvy, and embarrassing.
By the way, even the singers and dancers in the four major brothels wouldn’t dare to dress like this, right?
"This was designed by Zhang Dafu? Why is he so brave?" Yang Feng'er muttered to herself for a long time, but Xiao Chen didn't answer. When she turned around and saw him, she was startled, "What's wrong with you?"
"Huh? I'm fine." Xiao Chen's heart was trembling when he saw it, and he was almost drowsy.
"You're bleeding!" Yang Feng'er shouted.
"Ah?" Xiao Chen touched his nose, and it was indeed sticky. Damn, that's embarrassing!
"You are really too...too..." Yang Feng'er found a handkerchief to help him wipe away the nosebleed, covering her mouth and snickering.
"What's wrong!" Xiao Chen hugged her slender waist and blew gently into her ear.
"No, it's so itchy." Yang Feng'er smiled sweetly.
"So you're ticklish?" Xiao Chen bit her small earlobe and stuck out his tongue to lick it lightly.
"You are really too bad!" Yang Feng'er's breathing suddenly became rapid, and she fell into Xiao Chen's arms...
I don’t know how long it took before a sudden storm finally stopped.
"Take me away." At this moment, Yang Feng'er was completely conquered by Xiao Chen.
Surrender with heart and mouth.
"I promise you." Xiao Chen said, "As long as there is a chance, I will take you away."
Xiao Chen did not make a wish casually, but made it seriously.
It is said that there have been many people who have tried to trick the emperor since ancient times, but he is probably the only one like Xiao Chen who specializes in poaching the emperor.
Even if they try to poach the queen, the emperor, the concubine, and the concubine, they won’t even let a noble person go!
No wonder Li Wanjiang wanted to kill him.
But the nobleman is willing to go with him, but the imperial concubine refuses to leave. Duanmu Nanqiao, a girl who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside, has the right idea!
Xiao Chen was going to persuade her again, because it would be the most dangerous for her to stay in the palace.
"Where are you from?" As soon as Xiao Chen came in, Duanmu Nanqiao sniffed and frowned. Xiao Chen found that her nose was also very small.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Chen felt guilty and quickly looked at himself. He was fine. He was neatly dressed.
"There is a rouge smell on my body." Duanmu Nanqiao said coldly.
"Hey, this is the harem. They are all girls. Isn't it normal to have a little rouge smell?" Xiao Chen said.
He doesn't know that there is actually a difference between rouge gas and rouge smell.
"You came just in time. Take a look at a poem I just wrote." Duanmu Nanqiao knew his bad behavior and did not continue to ask further questions.
"Really? I've seen it before." Xiao Chen showed the face of a talented man.
"There is frost at night in the northern country, and the moon is cold and the mountains are all green. Who would have said that a thousand miles away from this evening, the distance from dream is as long as a fortress... Good poem, good poem! Is this for me?" Xiao Chen took her draft. Chant loudly and praise repeatedly.
Very good indeed.
"Well, can you also write a song for me?" Duanmu Nanqiao laid out a piece of rice paper himself and pulled up his sleeves to help him polish the ink.
"Let me think about it carefully... I have it! You asked about the return date when it rains at night in Fengyang and the autumn pond rises. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but say it rains in Fengyang at night!" Just change one of them and it will be an eternal quatrain.
"Alas..." Duanmu Nanqiao sighed leisurely. He thought about it day and night, and spent a lot of effort to write this poem that he thought was very good. However, the poem that Xiao Chen composed casually was better than his own. A hundred times stronger.
"It's just a joke, why are you so serious?" Xiao Chen was her confidant, so he knew what she was thinking.
"Humph, of course you said that!" Duanmu Nanqiao would also be angry.
"I also wrote a poem called Moyu'er, please take a look again." Unconvinced, he took out another poem for Xiao Chen.
What is written is.
There are tiny clouds every inch, and there are still traces of light, and it is difficult to eliminate ignorance. Just as the soul is shaking, the soul is shaking. Looking at the mountains and rivers, people go and go, and they are far away. From now on, the sorrow and pain will only be like tonight.
Qingyun is far away. Asking the gods what to do, looking at the little two queens, they are so boring. Who can I see more, who can I miss Huajiao? Who wants to rejoice, steal vegetarian powder, and write about it? Who cares, life after life, dusk and morning.
Beautiful words and really well written.
But what touched Xiao Chen was not the beautiful words, but the deep and profound emotions of separation contained in the words.
Especially the two lines of joy and joy, sourness and sorrow, which echo up and down, make people feel even more desolate, and the two lines of life and life, twilight and morning, almost directly express the deep affection in her heart.
Day and night, life after life, are you thinking of me?
How can I, Xiao Chen, be so worthy of being so favored by you?
"I didn't write it for you, I just wrote it casually." Duanmu Nanqiao is also Xiao Chen's confidant. Looking at his silence, you know what he is thinking.
"If it's not me, who is that?" Xiao Chen suddenly felt sad for no reason.
He was joking about some trivial stuff just now, but now he took it seriously.
"You can also fill in a poem like this." Duanmu Nanqiao didn't answer.
"Ask the world, what is love? Can you tell us about life and death? Traveling from the south to the north, the old wings have been in the cold and heat several times. Joy is short, parting is painful, and there are even more crazy children. You should say: Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains Duxue, who is the shadow going to?"
As soon as Xiao Chen saw the word Moyu'er, he remembered this poem, which fit the situation at this moment.
His voice is clear and magnetic, with ups and downs, but full of affection. When he sings the last sentence, he is slightly sad.
But it wasn't intentional, just because this sentence was too sad, and a temperamental person like Xiao Chen couldn't control himself.
Xiao Chen came from the later generations. Isn't he just a lonely shadow in this world?
In the future, there will be thousands of miles of clouds and thousands of mountains with dusk snow. When I return, I will be alone.
Damn it, why did you let me travel through time?
Time travel means time travel, but it still makes me worry so much.
If by any chance there is a chance to go back in time... Who will I only look at?
