Time Travel: Wei Xiaobao's Descendants

Chapter 53 Peeking at the Imperial Concubine Taking a Bath【3】

At this time, the sky was already bright, and Yinxiang didn't dare to go on the right path, so he spared the rockery and entered a quiet bamboo grove.

"...beautiful beauty is hard to be named, and the green sun is in the eyes. Sometimes white clouds rise, and the sky unwinds. I agree with it in my heart, and I am always happy. Why should I create a secluded person, and the traces will disappear..."

Suddenly, from the depths of the bamboo scorpion came a beautiful and sad voice of reciting poetry, and it was a woman.Although Yinxiang has never been interested in poetry, and he can recite no more than three or five poems from textbooks, but this girl recites very emotionally, and her sweet and resentful voice seems to lead people's thoughts to a distant land , There is a strong, spontaneous feeling of missing.

Yinxiang walked a few steps forward, but saw a Zi'e court lady sitting in a daze among the bamboo groves. Although it was just a back view, she could also see that the girl's figure was extremely graceful.But a good figure doesn't necessarily mean a good appearance. Yinxiang has seen a lot of people like this, otherwise he wouldn't be a court lady but a concubine.

Yinxiang was about to go around, but the maid just turned her head and her eyes met.

this. . . .this. . . .this. . . .This is too beautiful, right?Yinxiang opened his mouth into a big O shape, stood there motionless, and his feet were no longer in control.

What about the ancients. . .How do you say it?

It seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind.Bright eyes are good at gazing, and the right to assist.Magnificent and elegant, with a quiet appearance and a leisurely body.Tenderness. . . . . . (It is not easy for our protagonist to think of such a few poems.)
That delicate face and graceful curves, although she looks only thirteen or fourteen years old, her body has been developed too perfectly, her skin is as bright as fat, tender and smooth as jade, and her pair of big eyes are as clear as a pool of clear eyes. The clear spring at the bottom. . . .Without powder and daisy, there is a kind of delicacy and refinement of hibiscus coming out of clear water.
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(End of this chapter)