Chapter 856: Oh, I believe in the master.

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The closeness of the small paintings is not the first time for Meng Ziyi. When he has not yet discovered it, he seems to have been used to such relatives.
However, there was a knot in his heart that could not be opened, and he was disturbed. He did not push the painting spirit away, but the good-looking sword eyebrows were slightly smashed.
After a while, seeing that the little demon still did not converge, Meng Ziyi took out his arm, raised his hand and smashed her scurrying head, and then slammed her fight, whispered a sentence: "Don't It’s turbulent, and the fight is smashed.

Nan Xiao smiled and said: "It is good to mess up the master to help me wear it, just like now."
Meng Ziyi flexed a shot on her forehead, "naughty." After doing this, he suddenly realized what he had, and quickly took his hand back. The hand just dropped, and Nanxun consciously regained his grip. Big palm, whispered: "I like to hold the master's hand, wide and slender, still warm, when I pull me, let me feel very stepping
real.

Meng Ziyi hesitated for a moment, and some of the rough big palms slowly took back her, and put some cool hands firmly into the palm of his hand.
Little eight:! The value of evil thought dropped by 5 points!
Niubi has forced me! I love the life of this hanging, hahaha...
At the end of the conference, Fang Yue was chosen as the chrysanthemum son. He was good at literary talents, and he was young and handsome, but no one said anything.
"It is really the most handsome one to be elected as a chrysanthemum son. Hey, every year is the same..." One person, this person is obviously a frequent visitor to the Chrysanthemum Conference. He whispered, and others did not pay attention.
At this time, the more people listened to the countless "congratulations" around them, they all smiled and returned to the ceremony, with a slight degree of demeanor, but their hearts were somewhat puzzled.
He came to this chrysanthemum conference just for the sake of distraction, poetry is also on the rise, never thought about what to be a chrysanthemum son. Only the petals of the three chrysanthemums that were picked up consecutively were all singular, and even he himself felt a little surprised.
Is it... Is there a chrysanthemum fairy?
Fang Yue’s brain suddenly flashed a beautiful and beautiful face, and his eyes were obsessed.
If there is a chrysanthemum fairy, will this chrysanthemum fairy be more beautiful than her?
The appreciation of the chrysanthemum was almost the same, and the chrysanthemum son was also selected. The master of a certain family who hosted this chrysanthemum meeting had prepared food and wine in the court and treated everyone.
Everyone eats and talks while drinking, and naturally talking about the love affairs of the chrysanthemum fairy and the chrysanthemum son. There is a pavilion in the piece of golden chrysanthemum, the pavilion is extremely high, and more than a hundred steps can climb to the top. This station is called the chrysanthemum platform. The pavilion is covered with gauze, and the stone bench and stone bench inside is faintly visible. There is also a newly added soft sofa. The outer periphery of the pavilion is filled with golden chrysanthemums.
The golden chrysanthemum is particularly bright.
After the banquet, the guests dispersed, and some did not want to leave, they stayed here, such as Meng Ziyi and Nanxun.
Twelve silver, isn’t it worthwhile to eat and wrap?
The party that was chosen as the chrysanthemum was not served until the time when he was served by the grandmothers, and they took a bath of chrysanthemum petals and put on a white robes with a gerbera inlaid with golden chrysanthemums.
After being picked up by this, the original six or seven points added two more points.
The more he looked down at his own intimate brocade brocade, listening to the shackles of the next woman, the heart could not help but give birth to a sense of awkwardness. "... son, you can remember, you must not offend the chrysanthemum fairy. If the fairy asks you which of the hundreds of chrysanthemums is the most beautiful, you must say Jinju, and there are drinks on the table, but not more greed. If you really want a small solution, you can't be on the pavilion... The son can return quickly and solve the problem.
Then re-top the summit, but it is very likely that you will miss the chrysanthemum fairy.

Fang Yue listened to the woman who smashed a lot, and the curiosity was even more: "Sun Po, the chrysanthemum fairy will appear in the chrysanthemum pavilion?"
The old woman has a lot of old eyes, "Sun Po I have served nine chrysanthemums, you are the tenth, there is no chrysanthemum fairy, the son has been tonight to know, no need to say more old slaves."
This woman introduced Fang to the chrysanthemum platform and made a gesture of asking for it. "The son of the son will climb to the top, and the old slave will send the son."
Fang looked up and said that after he had resigned from the woman, he stepped forward to the chrysanthemum platform.
When he climbed the high platform, a thick layer of sweat had already appeared on the forehead. He wiped it with his sleeve and then opened the gauze into the pavilion.
On the stone table, two plates of pastries have been prepared, and there are two teacups and two wine glasses, a pot of tea and a pot of good wine placed next to it.
Fang Yue waited for a moment, there was no chrysanthemum fairy appeared, he laughed and poured a glass of fine wine.
Two glasses of wine under the belly, his face has been a little faint, can not help but poetry, open the gauze account to watch the moon poetry.
I don't know when, Fang Yue sounded a light footstep.
What followed was the woman’s delicate voice,
...the son is good.

Fang Yue quickly turned around and was surprised when he saw the yellow woman who suddenly appeared in the pavilion.
Comes with a light and tender yellow veil skirt, ink hair like a waterfall, simple hairpin, a small circle of golden chrysanthemum around the head, looks beautiful and refined, temperament is as elegant as chrysanthemum, skin blows can be broken, she is facing Fang Yue smiles, and there is a touch of moving beauty in the elegant...
Because the chrysanthemum pavilion was built high, the position of the wing room just happened to face the pavilion. Many people opened the window and looked at it. Curious whether the chrysanthemum fairy would really appear.
At this time, a chrysanthemum aroma that was richer than other places floated here, shrouded the entire Zhuangzi, and the guests staying in the house suddenly fell asleep and soon fell asleep.
Meng Ziyi stood at the window, and when he smelled the chrysanthemum, he immediately sighed, "Stop!"
Xiaoye Ling "ah?", not waiting for her to ask more, a big palm has caught her nose and mouth in time.
Breathing in clusters and hitting the palm of your hand, it makes people feel itchy.
Nanxun naughtyly licked his mouth, and the powdery lip over the seam that he deliberately vacated, and kissed his palm.
Meng Ziyi's big palm suddenly trembled, and quickly touched the electric.
"What is it doing?" Meng Ziyi frowned.
Nan Xiao smiled and said: "The mouth is a little itchy, so I screamed, oh, who knows that I accidentally kissed the master's palm, the master will not blame my unintentional loss?"
Meng Ziyi snorted and did not speak.
"Master, why did you suddenly lick my nose and mouth?"
"There is a strange fragrance coming."
"Oh ~ ~" This tone is obviously not believed.
"It is true." Quite helpless.
"Oh, I believe the master." The tone is perfunctory.
"...the flower demon has been dispatched, let's go and see." Transfer the topic. "Well, Master, etc., I put on my veil, ah, forget it, no one will pay attention to it at night, not wearing it for the time being."