Song Qingshu just heard the group of maids blowing this young master in the sky and without earth, and he was very funny in his heart, and he also wanted to see what kind of person he was.
I saw a young man in brocade stepping in leisurely, wearing colorful silk, long-sized palace belts, covered with stone green flowers, eight groups of Japanese-forged gowns, and small morning boots with green satin foundation.
The short hair around the head was tied into small braids, red silk ended, and the hair was piled up to the top middle tire, and a large braid was braided, which was as black as lacquer. From the top to the tip, there was a string of four large beads, with gold and eight treasure pendants, and a half-old big jacket with silver red flowers, still wearing a collar, jade, name lock, amulets and other items. The bottom was half-exposed pine flowers were sprinkled with flowers, trousers and legs, brocade edges, ink socks, and thick-soled big red shoes.
The more you look like pink, the lips are like grease; when you look forward to it, the more you feel passionate, the words are like laughing.
A natural charm is all over the eyebrows; all kinds of emotions in my life are filled with the corners of my eyes.
Judging from his appearance, it is the best, but it is difficult to know the details.
What a...a young man with pink makeup.Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he could only come up with such a word to describe him.
Song Qingshu has to admit that this young man is indeed very handsome, but he is so flirtatious with his current eyesight, it is naturally obvious that the other person is definitely not a woman dressed as a man, but a real man.
Men are flirting with a fetish, either sissy or have a weird temperament, such as Dongfang Bubai back then.
However, this young man was filled with a delicate aura, but it was not disgusting. Instead, he felt that it was very consistent with his own temperament.
Seeing so many precious ornaments hanging on him, Song Qingshu could feel how favored he was at home. It was definitely the feeling of holding it in his hand and holding it in his mouth and being afraid of melting it.
Although Song Qingshu also admitted that this man was indeed handsome and romantic, he still disagreed: It is better to be more masculine for men.
The handsome young man suddenly lit up when he saw Zhou Zhiruo in the room: Sister is really born with a natural beauty. In ancient times, Diao Chan and Xi Shi would probably feel ashamed of herself in front of her sister...
A bunch of stingy flatteries made Song Qingshu feel chilled and thought that he was already good at coaxing women, but compared with the boy below, he was simply a witch.
His mouth was not just a smear of honey, but it was blowing against his conscience. Although Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, it would be too exaggerated to say that she was better than Diao Chan and Xishi.
The maids were also very knowledgeable and tactful. Seeing that the young master and Zhou Zhiruo had a conversation, they stopped staying as light bulbs. Instead, they exchanged their eyes secretly, quietly exited the room, and finally closed the door for the two of them thoughtfully.
Song Qingshu felt secretly angry when he saw it. These maids were really hateful!
Diao Chan Xi Shi?Zhou Zhiruo snorted lightly, her tone was full of sarcasm. Did the young master use this trick to deceive girls?
The conscience of heaven and earth. If my sister hadn’t really had a stunning appearance, how could I say that?The young master stretched out his hand and swore, "If I had said something false just now, I would not die a bad death!"
Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes and wanted you to set flags randomly. If you do anything bad later, you will immediately make your vow come true.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly: He is really frivolous and incompetent.
Who knew that the young man smiled instead of anger and leaned over with a salivating face: How did my sister know that the elders of my family also commented on me like this? It seems that we are indeed a natural fate.
Zhou Zhiruo's skirt was flying, and she kept a distance from the other party without any trace. She asked tentatively: It seems that the young master is afraid of the elders at home?
Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo knew how to protect herself, Song Qingshu took back his hand. At this moment, he also understood that Zhou Zhiruo was trying to confront her and was not in a hurry to disturb her.
When she heard her mention the elders in the family, the young man clearly showed a little fear in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up and laughed: Filial piety is the first priority, and respecting the elders in the family is also necessary.
The people on this island seem to be afraid of you. The young master's identity must be very noble, right?Zhou Zhiruo continued to test.
Now that the moon is in front of the flowers, it is too unsightly to talk about these things. The young man is a little impatient with her questions one by one. He opens his arms and wants to come over to hug her. I will try my sister's beauty first. If my sister can serve me comfortably, I can answer you all the questions my sister has.
Song Qingshu sneered in his heart. He thought he was a young master of the turbid world, but he didn't expect that he was still a lustful person in essence. He saw the dagger so quickly. Naturally, he could not sit idly by and watch the other party be careless Zhou Zhiruo, so he planned to take action with a little luck.
Seeing the young man spread his arms and pounced over, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flashed with cold light and her index finger slightly opened in her sleeve. She was obviously really angry and planned to use the powerful Nine Yin White Bone Claws.
At this moment, a sudden click, a man in black jumped in from the window like lightning, pressing his palm on the young master's back heart. The young master still had a erotic smile on his face, and suddenly he fell to the ground like a pool of mud.
The man in black hit the scene and stopped lingering at all. He jumped out of the house like a ghost, disappeared silently in the night, leaving only the two people in the room stunned.
Whether it was Song Qingshu or Zhou Zhiruo, he had originally planned to attack the young master, so when he saw the man in black rushing in to attack the young master, his first reaction was to treat him as an ally. He didn't know that he was so cruel that he would take the young master in brocade's life in an instant.
When the two of them realized that the man had disappeared without a trace.
Zhou Zhiruo suddenly realized something, her face changed drastically, and she was about to chase her out, suddenly there was a noise coming from the yard outside:
There are assassins, there are assassins!
Go and see how the young master is doing?
When Zhou Zhiruo heard a group of people running towards her, she secretly called out. She knew that the young master Jinyi had a great relationship and now that he died suddenly in his room, he would be unable to wash it even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
Even if you tell the truth, the people from Xiake Island may not believe it. They will definitely capture her first and then torture her severely.
Zhou Zhiruo was not willing to sit and wait for death. She bit her teeth and was about to break out regardless of everything, her shoulder was suddenly gently pressed by a hand. She couldn't help but lose her look. Just when she was about to fight back, she heard a familiar voice:
Zhiruo, it’s me!
Zhou Zhiruo turned around in disbelief, looked at the familiar smile of the man in front of her, and couldn't help but tremble: Qingshu?
Let’s talk about other words later.
Song Qingshu gently pressed her lips, and at the same time, he flicked her sleeves, closed the open window, then hurriedly ran to the corpse of the young master Jinyi and squatted down, smoothed the mask in his hand with internal force and put it on the other person's face.
At this time, the people from Xiake Island had already arrived outside the door and began to knock on the door with a bang: Young Master, Young Master?
Song Qingshu hurriedly signaled to Zhou Zhiruo and said: Go to bed quickly!
Ah?Zhou Zhiruo's fair face instantly turned red.
I saw a young man in brocade stepping in leisurely, wearing colorful silk, long-sized palace belts, covered with stone green flowers, eight groups of Japanese-forged gowns, and small morning boots with green satin foundation.
The short hair around the head was tied into small braids, red silk ended, and the hair was piled up to the top middle tire, and a large braid was braided, which was as black as lacquer. From the top to the tip, there was a string of four large beads, with gold and eight treasure pendants, and a half-old big jacket with silver red flowers, still wearing a collar, jade, name lock, amulets and other items. The bottom was half-exposed pine flowers were sprinkled with flowers, trousers and legs, brocade edges, ink socks, and thick-soled big red shoes.
The more you look like pink, the lips are like grease; when you look forward to it, the more you feel passionate, the words are like laughing.
A natural charm is all over the eyebrows; all kinds of emotions in my life are filled with the corners of my eyes.
Judging from his appearance, it is the best, but it is difficult to know the details.
What a...a young man with pink makeup.Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he could only come up with such a word to describe him.
Song Qingshu has to admit that this young man is indeed very handsome, but he is so flirtatious with his current eyesight, it is naturally obvious that the other person is definitely not a woman dressed as a man, but a real man.
Men are flirting with a fetish, either sissy or have a weird temperament, such as Dongfang Bubai back then.
However, this young man was filled with a delicate aura, but it was not disgusting. Instead, he felt that it was very consistent with his own temperament.
Seeing so many precious ornaments hanging on him, Song Qingshu could feel how favored he was at home. It was definitely the feeling of holding it in his hand and holding it in his mouth and being afraid of melting it.
Although Song Qingshu also admitted that this man was indeed handsome and romantic, he still disagreed: It is better to be more masculine for men.
The handsome young man suddenly lit up when he saw Zhou Zhiruo in the room: Sister is really born with a natural beauty. In ancient times, Diao Chan and Xi Shi would probably feel ashamed of herself in front of her sister...
A bunch of stingy flatteries made Song Qingshu feel chilled and thought that he was already good at coaxing women, but compared with the boy below, he was simply a witch.
His mouth was not just a smear of honey, but it was blowing against his conscience. Although Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, it would be too exaggerated to say that she was better than Diao Chan and Xishi.
The maids were also very knowledgeable and tactful. Seeing that the young master and Zhou Zhiruo had a conversation, they stopped staying as light bulbs. Instead, they exchanged their eyes secretly, quietly exited the room, and finally closed the door for the two of them thoughtfully.
Song Qingshu felt secretly angry when he saw it. These maids were really hateful!
Diao Chan Xi Shi?Zhou Zhiruo snorted lightly, her tone was full of sarcasm. Did the young master use this trick to deceive girls?
The conscience of heaven and earth. If my sister hadn’t really had a stunning appearance, how could I say that?The young master stretched out his hand and swore, "If I had said something false just now, I would not die a bad death!"
Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes and wanted you to set flags randomly. If you do anything bad later, you will immediately make your vow come true.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly: He is really frivolous and incompetent.
Who knew that the young man smiled instead of anger and leaned over with a salivating face: How did my sister know that the elders of my family also commented on me like this? It seems that we are indeed a natural fate.
Zhou Zhiruo's skirt was flying, and she kept a distance from the other party without any trace. She asked tentatively: It seems that the young master is afraid of the elders at home?
Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo knew how to protect herself, Song Qingshu took back his hand. At this moment, he also understood that Zhou Zhiruo was trying to confront her and was not in a hurry to disturb her.
When she heard her mention the elders in the family, the young man clearly showed a little fear in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up and laughed: Filial piety is the first priority, and respecting the elders in the family is also necessary.
The people on this island seem to be afraid of you. The young master's identity must be very noble, right?Zhou Zhiruo continued to test.
Now that the moon is in front of the flowers, it is too unsightly to talk about these things. The young man is a little impatient with her questions one by one. He opens his arms and wants to come over to hug her. I will try my sister's beauty first. If my sister can serve me comfortably, I can answer you all the questions my sister has.
Song Qingshu sneered in his heart. He thought he was a young master of the turbid world, but he didn't expect that he was still a lustful person in essence. He saw the dagger so quickly. Naturally, he could not sit idly by and watch the other party be careless Zhou Zhiruo, so he planned to take action with a little luck.
Seeing the young man spread his arms and pounced over, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flashed with cold light and her index finger slightly opened in her sleeve. She was obviously really angry and planned to use the powerful Nine Yin White Bone Claws.
At this moment, a sudden click, a man in black jumped in from the window like lightning, pressing his palm on the young master's back heart. The young master still had a erotic smile on his face, and suddenly he fell to the ground like a pool of mud.
The man in black hit the scene and stopped lingering at all. He jumped out of the house like a ghost, disappeared silently in the night, leaving only the two people in the room stunned.
Whether it was Song Qingshu or Zhou Zhiruo, he had originally planned to attack the young master, so when he saw the man in black rushing in to attack the young master, his first reaction was to treat him as an ally. He didn't know that he was so cruel that he would take the young master in brocade's life in an instant.
When the two of them realized that the man had disappeared without a trace.
Zhou Zhiruo suddenly realized something, her face changed drastically, and she was about to chase her out, suddenly there was a noise coming from the yard outside:
There are assassins, there are assassins!
Go and see how the young master is doing?
When Zhou Zhiruo heard a group of people running towards her, she secretly called out. She knew that the young master Jinyi had a great relationship and now that he died suddenly in his room, he would be unable to wash it even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
Even if you tell the truth, the people from Xiake Island may not believe it. They will definitely capture her first and then torture her severely.
Zhou Zhiruo was not willing to sit and wait for death. She bit her teeth and was about to break out regardless of everything, her shoulder was suddenly gently pressed by a hand. She couldn't help but lose her look. Just when she was about to fight back, she heard a familiar voice:
Zhiruo, it’s me!
Zhou Zhiruo turned around in disbelief, looked at the familiar smile of the man in front of her, and couldn't help but tremble: Qingshu?
Let’s talk about other words later.
Song Qingshu gently pressed her lips, and at the same time, he flicked her sleeves, closed the open window, then hurriedly ran to the corpse of the young master Jinyi and squatted down, smoothed the mask in his hand with internal force and put it on the other person's face.
At this time, the people from Xiake Island had already arrived outside the door and began to knock on the door with a bang: Young Master, Young Master?
Song Qingshu hurriedly signaled to Zhou Zhiruo and said: Go to bed quickly!
Ah?Zhou Zhiruo's fair face instantly turned red.
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