Mozun, she came across from the Nvzun country

Chapter 62
The black wooden carriage drove slowly to the west, only a girl in white was driving.

After a while, Ye Chen came back with the cleaned boy.

The boy washed off all the smudges and put on the Chinese clothes, which instantly became radiant. His thin face was fair and flawless, especially the long and narrow phoenix eyes, which were somewhat enchanting, and the sharp lips seemed to be With a faint smile.

Wuxin finally knew why the master wanted this boy. He was an extremely beautiful boy, who actually looked five or six points like the master, and he simply defiled the master.

The carriage stopped, and the boy stood in front of the carriage, glanced at Wuxin, and saw the coldness and disgust in her eyes, but there was still a smile on his lips. smiling.

Seeing his calm posture, Wuxin stared at the boy sharply, as expected of the person the master wants, they are all so extraordinary.

"Master let you in." Ye Chen said, his eyes fell on the boy's delicate and enchanting face.

The boy boarded the carriage, opened the curtain carefully, and entered the carriage with his head down. Thinking of the man who said just now that he could not spy on the owner, he kept his head down.

"I've seen the master." He knelt down and leaned over and said.

The carriage is very spacious, and the shadow of the sky is half a foot away from him. She took off her black cloak, and she was wearing a lavender brocade dress. When her eyes swept over the boy's face, a smile gradually appeared in her eyes. meaning.

The carriage continued to move forward slowly, neither slow nor fast, and the soft cushions were padded inside the carriage, so I didn't feel the slightest jolt.

The boy kept bending over and bowing his head, with his hands neatly placed on his knees, waiting for his master to speak.

"Raise your head." Qiong Ying's voice was extremely soft and soft.

"Yes, Master." His voice was weak, and his slightly clenched hands revealed his nervousness, not knowing what was waiting for him.

He raised his head slowly, and what caught his eyes was the hem of the purple clothes inlaid with silver thread, then a small hand with distinct bones, and a young figure, and then a slightly rounded chin with a bright red chin. Red lips...

The blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, he couldn't help being horrified, his hands involuntarily tightened, and the cloth on his knees was scratched with several wrinkles.

She is a noble and elegant little girl, whose appearance is surprisingly similar to his, but she has been disfigured, but her radiant beauty has not been compromised in the slightest. She is not very old, even younger than him, but she is already extraordinary. Peerless.

"Are you afraid of me?" Qiong Ying smiled lightly, without any sense of blame.

"No." He shook his head gently, calmed down the gaffe just now, the enchanting aura dissipated from his body, leaving only paleness.

"What a stubborn child." Qiongying's tone was a bit doting, obviously, she liked to hear his stubborn lies.

He was slightly taken aback, listening to her cheerful tone, he suddenly felt that there was no better sound than this, surpassing all the music, which made him relax.

"How old are you?" Qiongying asked.

"12 years old." He bent his lips, smiled innocently, and had bright eyes.

"Would you like to come with me?" Qiong Ying's voice became softer, she didn't want him to disappear.

"Yes." He blinked, revealing a cute childishness.

"What's your name?" Qiongying hasn't been in such a happy mood for a long time, and she is very satisfied with his answer.

"I don't know, others call me...a pariah." He pressed his lips together, frowned delicately, and said with a look of disappointment.

"It's a very ugly name. If you want to call me sister, I'll give you a nice name."

"Really? But you seem to be about the same age as me, and it seems inappropriate for me to call you sister." He said innocent words without a trace of flattery, his eyes were full of brilliance, shining brightly.

"Huh?" Qiongying's breath changed suddenly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in her deep phoenix eyes.

Sensing her anger, he trembled slightly, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

"Don't you want to?" Qiongying asked again.

"Yes, I am willing... sister." He looked at her innocently and terrified, and whispered.

"My surname is Hanyue, and my first name is Qingjun."

"Yes, sister." He nodded, silently chanting the name, Hanyue Qingjun.

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(End of this chapter)