Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 98 Bamboo Forest Man
"Cang Wu, have you been too busy lately?" Feng Qingchi swept his eyes and suddenly said coolly.

"Uh...Pavilion Master, I won't talk anymore!" After speaking, he blinked at Feng Qingchi a few times.

"Hehe..." Yan Luo smiled lowly, leaned closer, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Miss Feng Wu should not like trouble!" Very heavy.

Feng Qingchi's face darkened slightly, he got up and got off the carriage.

Looking at Feng Qingchi's back, Yan Luo smiled faintly, and the calculation flashed in his eyes.

Cang Wu felt relieved, and smiled triumphantly at Hu Lan.

Cang Wu was happy, but the other driver was unspeakably sad, staring straight at Feng Qingchi with cold and resentful eyes.

Glancing at the layout of the carriage, the carriage is made of high-quality agarwood, divided into two rooms, an inner room and an outer room, separated by a roll of bamboo curtains, and the outer room has several smooth bamboo couches, covered with There was a layer of white soft blankets, and there was a white jade tea table in front of the couch, a set of exquisite tea sets, plus a few plates of exquisite pastries, everything was extremely exquisite.

Yan Luo lifted the curtain of the car and came in, sat down opposite Feng Qingchi, looked at her lazily, and opened her lips, "What? Are you angry?"

Feng Qing raised her eyes indifferently, "I'm just thinking about what you're scheming about."

"Hehe...Qingchi really understands me." Yanluo smiled charmingly, even a little ambiguous, but her eyes were still cool.

Feng Qingchi didn't bother to pay attention to him, and just leaned on the carriage and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

bamboo forest.

The mist curls up and wraps around the bamboo forest, dyeing the green bamboo forest with a bit of hazy poetic flavor.The morning breeze blows, and the bamboos sway with the breeze. From a distance, the bamboo forest looks like a beautiful green jade floating in the water, which is very beautiful.

In the middle of the bamboo grove, sat a white figure of Yueyue, with a straight posture, tall and straight, like bamboo after rain, but seemed a little thin.

"My lord, there is a letter from Wushang!" A man came from outside the bamboo forest with a black and white carrier pigeon.

The visitor was about 24 to [-] years old, wearing a dark green robe, his appearance was not handsome, but he was calm and calm.

It was said that the man in the moon-white clothes did not move at all, and his back was still lonely and steep.

After a long time, she slowly turned the black agarwood wheelchair under her body, revealing a delicate and impeccable silhouette. Just half of her profile was already unforgettable.

He stretched out his hand to take the creed that the man took from the pigeon's feet. The hand was extremely beautiful, with well-defined joints, slender and well-proportioned, but it was a little pale, which made it look a little colder.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the words on the note, still sitting in the wheelchair coldly, without saying a word.

"Lan Ze, the young master is not in good health, the bamboo forest is very humid in the morning, how can you let the young master come here!" At this moment, a reproachful old voice sounded from a distance, followed by a sixty-year-old man The gray-clothed old man has gray hair and a half stooped back.

The green-clothed man named Lan Ze didn't speak, but stood quietly aside.

"Young Master, you should wait until the moisture dissipates before you come back." Seeing the man's beautiful side face, the old man comforted him with concern.

Turning the wheelchair, that beautiful and suffocating face was completely revealed in front of the eyes, making anyone who saw it feel slightly stagnant.

The first thing that catches the eye is the pale white pear flower that covers the left eye, and the other long, narrow red phoenix eye that is not covered is as deep as ink, very beautiful, but without the slightest emotion, it is extremely dull, it may be in the bamboo forest Because of staying for too long, the silk-like black hair was dyed with a layer of water mist, and even the thick and curly eyelashes were covered with crystal drops of water, which seemed to have formed a knot on the somewhat pale face. There is a layer of faint ice crystals, and all the facial features are so exquisite that you can't pick out the slightest blemish. The lip line is very beautiful, thin and cool, but there is not much blood, and the face is also indescribably cold and indifferent.

The whole person does not seem to have the slightest aura of fireworks, just like a perfect jade carving, which is beyond the dust and vulgarity, cold and unconventional, making it impossible to feel profane.

The man in the moon white clothes raised his eyes and glanced at Lan Ze lightly. Lan Ze understood and said slowly, "Uncle Lin, I will pay attention next time." Then he walked behind the man and pushed the wheelchair forward slowly.

Uncle Lin sighed, with helplessness in his Vicissitudes eyes, and followed.

Between the two cliffs is a long wooden bridge, fixed with iron cables and hemp ropes, suspended in the air like that, with hundreds of feet of cliffs and deep valleys below.

Lan Ze pushed the wheelchair and walked slowly on the wooden bridge, the wheels of the wheelchair made an ancient sound.

About [-] feet away from the wooden bridge, there is a quiet and elegant courtyard, a small wooden house, and a small bamboo building. The second floors of the two are connected by a corridor. The front of the courtyard is a spacious courtyard. Inside, there is an old-looking pear tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. Under the pear tree, there is a stone table and several stone benches. Beyond that, there is a water well. A big silver-white cat is hoisting up and down the wooden barrel of water. Jumping around.

Seeing the figures of several people, he jumped off the wooden barrel vigorously, ran to the man's feet, and rubbed his head lightly.

The coldness in the man's eyes faded a little, he reached out and stroked its forehead, and let it rub against his clothes.

"My lord, it's time for breakfast!" Uncle Lin brought out food from the kitchen, placed them on the stone table, and called the man and Lanze to eat.

Lan Ze pushed the wheelchair to the basin beside the wooden frame, and handed the man a soft towel after washing his hands.

A white figure flashed by, snatched the soft towel from Lan Ze's hand, wiped his face casually, and then put it back in the basin.

"When did the thirteenth son come?" Lan Ze was not angry, but just took another soft towel and handed it to the man, his voice was calm and calm like his own.

　Well, our beautiful Seventh Brother is out!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)