Thin Mei·Love Fragrance Quilt

Chapter 22

The strange and strange masculine breath, mixed with the fragrance of borneol and orchid, envelops her like that, invades her, and blends with her...

She buried her head in the quilt suddenly.

It wasn't until... almost fainting from suffocation that he let go of himself weakly, and felt a trace of drowsiness slowly attacking amidst the waves of tiredness.

At this time, a ray of light has penetrated through the window.

But sleep was not restful.

She seems to have returned to the prairie, to the prairie where she may never return.

The sky is blue, the grass is green, and large groups of cattle and sheep appear and disappear in the wind and grass, like scattered and rolling pearls. When riding a horse and whipping all the way, countless bright pearls roll past in the eyes.

At that time, everything in the eyes was bright, and even the smell of green grass in the nose was a clear and bright fragrance that permeated the heart.

Maybe it's because of that man?

The moon is bright and the wind is clear.

Kind and desolate eyes.

Exciting but elegant flute sound.

The joy in her heart was always aroused unconsciously.

When walking side by side with him, she was so gorgeous and flamboyant, eager to spread her wings like a phoenix.

She was even curious as to what kind of place in the south of the Yangtze River could breed a man with an extraordinary bearing like him.

It's a pity that he is only her seventh uncle after all, just like she is destined to come to the south of the Yangtze River, marry the emperor of Zhou who has never met before, and deal with the torrents and whirlpools...

Of course she is not afraid.

Even though the harem is dangerous and she may fall to pieces at any time like walking on the edge of a cliff, she is confident enough that the one who falls must not be her.

She is extremely skillful, blocking, throwing, pointing, intercepting, sweeping, blocking, and pulling, and the long whip can be swayed freely under the transparent sky of Beihena, fast but not chaotic, and can be retracted at will.

Dazhou, Jiangnan, will definitely have her world.

The shadow of the whip is chaotic, and the mountains and rivers are cold.

This world will definitely change color in her confident gallop.

But in such a chic and reckless manner, she suddenly saw someone's eyes.

Bright, with a smile on his face, but with a sense of loss and sadness that cannot be concealed.

"Uncle Seven!"

Just as she was about to scream, those black eyes flashed for a moment, but they turned out to be phoenix eyes slanted up, a lazy smile, inadvertently revealing their sharpness...

The long whip flying like a silver snake suddenly lost its direction, whirled uncontrollably, and slammed into her chest...

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Ke Qianmei cried out in shock and sat up abruptly.

It was actually sweating through the heavy clothes, and the whole body was dripping.

She wiped off her sweat, panting for a long time and couldn't recover.

She was not as strong as she imagined, and she was restless in her sleep.

Nuannuan and Xiaona were standing by the bed waiting, seeing this, they hurried over and called out: "Princess, princess, are you awake?"

But Qian Mei took the wet handkerchief from Nuan Nuan and covered her hot face for a moment before she felt calmer.

When I looked up, the bright sunlight had poured into the room from the open window sash, the thin curtains were fluttering, the light and shadow were shallow, and it was transparent like water patterns.

I'm afraid it's too late.

The soft bed where Tang Tianxiao slept had long since disappeared, not even the brocade quilt.

She looked sideways at her inside, and vaguely recognized that the brocade quilt embroidered with the wishful swastika on the top was the one Tang Tianxiao covered last night.

(End of this chapter)