My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 14 Compassion
The next day.

The early morning light reflected on the shining spear point. Sitting on the soft couch under the osmanthus was a woman with clouds and clouds in her hands, holding a bamboo slip in her hand. She looked at her carefully. This person was none other than Song Ci, who had just woken up yesterday.

Wei Wan stood up, and Song Ci immediately handed over the silk handkerchief. He picked up the water that had been warmed for a long time and poured a cup of it: "Clear water moisturizes the heart and lungs. It is more comfortable than drinking tea."

The handle of the gun hit the ground, and the point of the gun shot straight into the sky, with a cold light, Wei Wan wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, and drank the warm water in one gulp, feeling the coolness of the autumn morning recede a little, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Because that bastard Rong Xian vacated her house yesterday, even though the furnishings in the house had not been changed, she did not sleep peacefully: "I don't have those rules, so you don't have to flatter me."

Song Ci's hand that took the teacup froze, her fingertips touched the silky cup wall, her family was in decline, and she still knew herself, knowing that she escaped from the dead, she should be a slave and a handmaid, and she should not overstep. It is much better to serve by your side than to be a plaything of the rich and powerful.

However, in the next moment, that cold voice easily shattered the barrier in her heart.

"A good girl from a poor family doesn't have to be a novelist, not to mention a noble girl from an official family. You only need to write and read, and these things are done by the maids." Phoenix eyes swept across the bamboo slips on Wei Lvshang, "I am right You only have one request: you must overcome the rotten old men in the court, and then you will not lose your reputation as a talented woman."

Wei Wan looked over the high wall and glanced at the towering peach tree.

Suddenly, Wei Wan remembered what Rong Xian had said yesterday about how she could control Master Zuo.

The bright sun shone in her amber eyes, and her phoenix eyes shrank. In an instant, it became clear that her dazzling gaze moved to Song Ci. She tilted her head, and with her jade fingers, she took out the bamboo slips tightly clenched in Su's hand and put it aside casually. .

Her lips curled up, and she raised her jaw to look carefully for a moment.
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When Song Ci followed Wei Wan to the pavilion, he saw a man wearing a moon-white gown, sitting on a swing, with a black jade and gold-plated bone fan on his folded legs, leaning leisurely and lazily on a colorful hemp rope. He was holding a fur ball in his thin hand, and next to his feet was a milky-white dog the size of an arm. His bright, grape-sized eyes were staring at the fur ball in the man's hand, and his tail was wagging happily.

As she casually threw the fur ball into the distance, her pair of fox eyes looked at the sound, just like a hidden hook, which was invisibly charming and captivating. When the eyes fell on her, the hook turned into an invisible sharp blade, sharp. It was strong and powerful, and the edge in it made her unable to lift her head.She had only seen such unstoppable strength in that person once.

"If you don't stop," the voice sounded like mountain water hitting cliffs, pure and ethereal, lazy and gentle, but making people shudder.

Song Ci was absolutely sure that these words were meant for him, and even if he didn't stop, he would die in the next moment.

She glanced at Wei Wan who was standing in front of him with her clear eyes, stopped knowingly, and even stepped back a few points, making some guesses in her mind.

Wei Wan strode forward, as if he had never heard of those remarks.

I saw that the light swing stopped, and the man's shoes fell to the ground, dust kicked up from the side of the shoes, and he put the black jade fan on his waist, then got up and folded off the branches, and walked towards the main room with it.

Wei Wan raised his eyebrows, crossed his hands across his chest, and watched with interest.

Not long after, Wei Wan saw Rong Xian carrying the peach branch back, water droplets flowing down the river.

She frowned slightly, and when she was thinking about the possibility that he had punched a well in this room, Rong Xian had already stood in front of her, with her knuckles blocking her breath, and quickly pulled the peach branch on Wei Wan's body.

The movement was so fast that Wei Wan was unable to cover him up, and his complexion instantly darkened by four to five or six degrees. The scent of tea emanating from his clothes showed that he had not broken a silver tooth.

Pian Rongxian dusted it off and said with disgust, "Why did you get that kitsch makeup look?"

His displeased eyes brushed over Wei Wan's ears, and landed on the plain clothes, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and his smile was slightly cool: "Didn't I say it yesterday, I'm not used to sympathy."

Wei Wan took a deep breath, hating his own "interesting" ignorance very much.

In my heart, I warned myself that I was asking for others, and my posture should not be too arrogant, and I swallowed back the curse that I couldn't help but blurted out, and then I looked back, Song Ci got instructions from behind, and put her plain hand on the side of her ear, A layer of human skin was lifted, revealing an elegant little face.

She looked at the fox's eyes that fell on the human skin mask, and smiled flatteringly: "I don't have any other requirements, I just need to be pitiful."

He squinted his eyes and looked at the magnificent face in front of him. When he saw the human skin mask, he guessed it, and the smile gradually appeared on his lips: "I don't know how to do this. There are many beggars in the world. Yu Chen came Said that it is equivalent to a conspiracy, the ministers will not be moved, and they don't know how to describe me as if they are pitiful."

"My lord, rare compassion." Rong Xian interrupted what Wei Wan was about to blurt out, and lowered his voice, "It's just raising that little heartless little man who clings to the shaft of the car and doesn't let go, crying to go back to the frontier."

"Besides," he narrowed his fox eyes, and his gaze fell on the human skin mask again, "using medicine to change bones is too flattering to Marquis Yunyang."

Wei Wan was not surprised that Rong Xian could guess her movements. Perhaps when he mentioned that she had enough chips in her hand, he knew that she would take this step. He understood her far better than she thought: " Then we have to rely on the situation described by Mr.

The corners of Rong Xian's lips curled slightly, and the smile in his eyes was eye-catching: "In terms of finely crafted beauties, I'm afraid no one in this world can match Mr. Wu An."

Wei Wan was immersed in those fox eyes for a moment and did not react. It took a long time to find the slightest thread of memory.

The girl grabbed the boy's ears, held a cinnabar jade pen, and touched the boy's brows, followed by outlining the narrow and upturned eye ends. The jade pen was put down, and the girl giggled in the boy's arms and said, "Brother Lanting, Xue, Mountains, immortals, and foxes."

Frame by frame gradually became a scene, and when it emerged, Wei Wan Furong's misty face darkened completely in an instant: "I don't know."

"Mr. Wu An, why don't you know it?" He chuckled softly, hooked his index finger around the brocade belt around Wei Wan's waist, and gently pulled it forward, "You know it very well."

Rong Xian noticed it as soon as she stepped into the pavilion, she changed the slender palace belt into a wide belt.

He looked at the girdle of his fingertips with a chuckle, tilted his head and thought that it hadn't changed at all, it was solid now.

Rong Xian put plaster, oil clay, soap horn, and gum on the table in the west side room, then found a round wooden stool and leaned lazily on the round table in the center of the hall, holding a black jade bone fan Tap the palm once, like a spectator watching from the wall.

"First smash the gypsum into small pieces, grind it into powder, and put it in the furnace to quench it." Shi Ran said, pouring himself a cup of tea leisurely.

Wei Wan's cicada-winged long eyelashes were slightly raised, pressing out a layer of wrinkles. The phoenix eyes radiated coldness from the inside out. The jade fingers holding the stone cone gradually turned white. The room was quiet, except for the "bang bang" caused by the gravity of graphite. The sound was the same as the sound of Rong Xian fiddling with the lid of the porcelain bowl.

"Mr. Wu An, how about a minister..."

　Dragon Boat Festival Ankang, everyone likes stuffed rice dumplings the most!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)