Chapter 86: Refuse

On the day of June, the child's face said that it would change. The weather, which had just been clear for thousands of miles, changed quickly. The dark clouds rolled and ran, and soon covered the entire sky, and a cool breeze also swept together.
The driver took out a jacket and shook his leather whip, and the sound of crackling exploded in the air.
Wen Ruoruo raised the corner of the embroidered curtain and looked out. The pedestrians on the road speeded up. "It's going to rain!"
It rained, and the fool knew to run home, but Liu Xinmei, holding an oil paper umbrella, walked to the small pavilion in the center of the lake where the garden was built. She likes to see the lotus in the rain and smell the fresh air after the rain. How could such a great opportunity be missed in vain?
"Princess, beware of the rain and you will get sick." Liu Ye'er dissuaded.
sick? Liu Xinmei's eyes brightened, and a big smile spread on his lips. Okay, she has no reason to refuse the unrestrained mind.
Lifting the skirt angle, she ran out impatiently. Seeing that the obstruction was not working, Liu Yeer had to grab a long coat and follow.
Large drops of raindrops smashed down, ripples rippling from the water surface, spreading wave after wave towards the distance. The lotus leaf in the rain was rolled up by the wind, for a while it was like a messenger of flowers, tightly enveloping the delicate flowers in the middle, and for a while it fell down feebly, letting the fine rain silk fall on itself , With the sound of "啰 唰", the bright raindrops rolled like pearls.
Liu Xinmei breathed the earthy air with a big mouth, and the faint fragrance went straight to his heart. She hummed gently: picking the lotus in Nantang Autumn, the lotus head over, the lotus seed down, the lotus seed clear as water, the lotus heart is completely red in the arms of the lotus, the heart of the lotus is not red, and the Lang Lang is not up, looking up to Feihong ...
Although it shouldn't be appropriate from time to time, she couldn't think of a more suitable one for a while.
At this time, Murong Yifei's carriage entered the gate of the palace. The next man quickly came under the umbrella to serve. Half of the rain did not fall on Murong Yifei and Wen Ruoruo. The two quickly stood on the corridor, and the beautiful song wafted by their ears.
Murong Yifei was harassed by her singing, but just heard it today, the voice was crisp, just like Huang Ying's first cry, very listenable and fascinated for a while.
Yi Langlang is not up, looking up at Feihong. Does this woman know the pain of Acacia in her heart? Was it the one she missed? Murong Yifei didn't dare to think, let alone ask.
Wen Ruoruo's hatred was deeper, she always caught the heart of the prince in such a unexpected way, such a beautiful face, naturally some sultry means, she was really forbearing, it was only after so many years that her nature was revealed .
After hesitating for a while, Murong Yifei walked over. The people around him raised the umbrella high on the side, but their eyes were directly on the ground.
Wen Ruoruo stayed alone in the corridor, and Yusi was bluffed by the wind, but she didn't mean to avoid it. Cold? Natural, but compared to the chill in my heart, what does this count?
Meier tugged her sleeves lightly. She turned around and smiled forcefully. Meier felt that the smile of the concubine Wen Fei couldn't see where she was better than crying.
Liu Ye'er saw that the prince was coming, and he kept busy to pull Liu Liu's eyebrows. He bowed his knees and said: "The slave-servant has seen the prince."
Liu Xinmei came back to God, Xiu Mei frowned slightly, wouldn't he come over to listen to his singing purposely? Slightly blessing her body, she said lightly: "I have seen the prince. The concubine is just entertaining himself, won't he bother the prince again? Such a concubine resigns."
When he pulled the willow leaves, he left without even looking back.
How she does n’t want to see herself! Murong Yifei's heart was slightly tingling, and hundreds of flavors came to mind.
"Stop!" He whispered, unable to hear much anger in his voice.
Liu Ye'er stopped her footing tremblingly, pulling Liu Xinmei to stop her.
Liu Xin frowned at the corner of his mouth with a cool smile: "Why, what lessons does the prince have?"
Can't you bother me? I will be far away from you from now on, so that every time you look at me, I will tilt my nose and raise my eyes.
lesson? Is this the only one between them? Murong Yifei asked himself helplessly, just couldn't remember what was left between them for a long time.
"It's cold, beware of the wind and cold." Shen Yin said for a long while.
Is this about her? In Liu Ye'er's inexplicable movement, Liu Xinmei said coldly: "The unworked prince is bothered, and the concubine is very cheap. Such difficult conditions have survived. This little wind and rain, I can't help myself.
Liu Yeer almost knelt down again, is it really good for the master to be so self-willed? Even if you do n’t appreciate it, do n’t say it, OK? Her head was down to her chest, and she did not dare to look at the prince. She just begged him not to be angry.
Murong Yifei froze for a long time. All his words were held in his heart. He couldn't spit it out and couldn't swallow it. Like a thorn, he felt a pain in some place. Obviously I wanted to hold her in my heart to love, but I burst out with a breath of words: "Where does this king care about your life and death, but I think that tomorrow is a seven-day appointment, I am afraid to sweep this book. Wang Yaxing is only. "
"I knew that, men are animals thinking with their lower body. The concubine didn't expect anything, so he went back to adjust his body." Liu Xinmei bent down again, and Shi Shiran left.
She walked fast, seeming to be afraid of being called back again, and left like an escape. Liu Yeer chased her legs and stretched her arms to shield her from the overwhelming rain.
Murong Yifei's face was very angry with her, and she was very angry. What do you mean a man is an animal thinking with his lower body? He, is he a evil spirit? He wanted to ask, where did women think? Brain? That's a good thing, I don't know if she has it.
The people around him stood standing still, like a wooden pile, and he really hoped that the prince would treat him as a wooden pile.
Watching that proud back disappeared into the rain curtain, Murong Yifei walked back expressionlessly. Wen Ruoruo was still waiting there stupidly, maybe the cold wind blew, and his body shivered in the cold wind.
"This rain is getting heavier, go back to rest early, don't forget to make people boil a hot bowl of soup." Murong Yifei said with concern.
"Thank you prince, later the concubine will send you a bowl." Wen Ruoruo said gently.
Alas, all women are the same, so why are they so ignorant?