Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 444 I'm Delicate (1)

Yun Si: "What?"

Tao Sheng's leaves curled a bit, and whispered, "It's okay."

"In short, he just did what he was supposed to do. Don't think too much about my relationship with him."

"Anyway. I have nothing to do with him."

Its tone is muffled.

Yun Si paused,
This tone.
Obviously something is wrong.
She looked at the small peach tree in the distance, thought for a while, nodded,
"Well, I won't give it much thought."

"Then what else do you need me to do for you?"

Taosheng: "I"

It seemed to think of something all of a sudden, a little hesitant to speak,

"Sisi, or...if you have the chance to meet Jiuge's mother"

"Can you let her come and see me?"

"There are some things I want to tell her."

Yun Si nodded, "Okay, if there is a chance, I will convey it to you."

"I'm leaving?"

Taosheng hummed lightly.

"Goodbye, Si Si."

Yun Si curled her lips slightly, "Goodbye."

"...By the way, remember to work hard, I hope you will grow up soon and succeed in transformation."

Taosheng: "."

In a flash,

It feels like it's been poked where it hurts.

After the figure in red in the distance disappeared,

The vibrant little peach tree returns to tranquility,
Under the tree, the eyes of the man in black trembled slightly,
The subtle changes were hidden under the pale face of ten thousand years, and no one noticed.

He looked at the little peach tree quietly, silently retracting his fingers,
silence,

Silent silence.

Still guarding his peach tree, never leaving.

in the sun,
The small peach tree is full of green, with delicate branches and buds,

But in his eyes, there is nothing but desolation,
I was dumbfounded and didn't move for a long time.

The peach grove with a quiet posthumous title,
A person in black, sitting in the petals of the sky,

Deathly, lonely.

#Eighth Small World#
early morning,

The bright sunshine pours down from the bamboo windows, the cool breeze brought by it, and the fragrance from the courtyard.

Beside the bamboo window, on a desk made of fine pear blossom wood, there is a piece of yellowish rice paper,

Several budding peach blossoms are outlined on the rice paper, the brushwork is delicate, elegant and delicate,
Beside the rice paper, there is an end inkstone, a few brushes in the pen container, and the fine inkstone,
In the porcelain pot by the window, there is a delicate pearl plum, which grows in the sun, beautiful and gentle,
inside the house,

Under the blush veil, the fragrance rises from the incense burner and permeates the air.

In front of the dressing table inlaid with tortoise shell shells, a pair of soft, plain hands like water are slowly combing the long hair,

In the copper mirror of Linghua, the face reflected in it is fragrant and tender, more beautiful than flowers,
On the creamy skin, there is a pair of peach blossom eyes that are watery like autumn cuts, full of beauty and tenderness,
Just like the most pitiful plain pear blossom among the thousands of flowers, every frown and smile is touching.

The maid who stood behind her and was helping to dress up, saw the face reflected in the mirror,
Even if I watch it often, I can't help but be amazed by her,

"Miss, you are so pretty." She said.

In the mirror, the sitting beauty seemed to curl her lips and smiled,
Lips like vermilion red, with a charming smile,
The delicate voice, like a lark, makes people unable to help being intoxicated by it,
"How nice is it?"

Qiu Li was stunned, "It's as beautiful as a fairy."

The beauty pursed her lips and smiled softly, "Qiu Li, you are so cute."

Qiu Li's face turned red all of a sudden, she seemed a little embarrassed,
"Miss, don't make fun of me"

(End of this chapter)