Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 313 Wearing the purest white dress

Before you know it, winter goes to spring.

The sky in March is full of fragrance of flowers.

The season full of spring also stirred the throbbing in my heart.

Yijiu's injury has healed, she seems to be a little more rounded, and she looks beautiful.

Sometimes she would lie on the window sill, looking at the peach blossoms gradually blooming outside, and really wanted to go for a walk outside in this season of warm spring and blooming flowers.

At dawn, she was awakened by the crisp sound of birds.

So she opened her sleepy eyes, held her breath, and after washing up, she simply lay down on the window sill and looked around again.

The morning breeze comes in through the window, it is fresh, and although there is still a bit of chill when it slides over the skin, the cool breeze always makes people clear-headed and full of energy.

Take a deep breath and smell the fragrance of the earth.

After wandering for a long time, Yijiu took a brush and wrote her name on the big kite she and Yan Xiaowai made: Xiaoji.

Yijiu turned around, looked at the crescent-white brocade skirt on the couch, took a deep breath, and gritted her teeth.

After a lot of inner struggle, Yi Jiu slowly picked up the white skirt, caressing its smooth texture.

White, bright moon, clean and pure.

knock knock --

"Little fierce sister, have you cleaned up?"

It was Yan Xiao who was knocking on the door, and he got up so early.

Yijiu held the white skirt tightly, took a deep breath, and raised her voice slightly: "Right now."

She mustered up her courage, and finally, she put on the purest white dress.

With a creaking sound, Yi Jiu pulled the wooden door open from the inside.

Yijiuyi wore a crescent-white brocade skirt, with the orchid embroidered patterns looming on the skirt, which made her look more and more elegant and elegant, with a lightness of her own.

Her skin is delicate, her beautiful eyes are looking forward, her words are not spoken, her breath is like an orchid, she has an indescribably gentle and pleasant.

Yan Xiaodai's eyes were straightened, his little heart was beating thumpingly, and a layer of blush could not help but appear on his cheeks.

Yijiu stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes, brushed the broken hair by her ear, and smiled slightly: "What are you thinking?"

"No, it's nothing." Yan Xiao waited for the spring to sway, scratching the back of her head in embarrassment, not daring to look at her, "Sister, we still have to fly a kite!"

He finally remembered the business, lowered his head and took the big kite in her hand, then took her hand and ran out.

While running, Yijiu is as beautiful as a white butterfly, shining brightly, making people feel that there seems to be a haze behind her, she is really not a person in the world.

In the southern outskirts of the city, the ground is covered with green and fluffy grass, with some blue, purple, and goose yellow wild flowers sandwiched in the middle, like a carpet on the ground.

Yijiu raised her head and saw the group of little swallows flying freely over the lawn, feeling very happy.

The spring breeze carried the fragrance of flowers in the meadow, and slowly brushed over Yijiu's skirt, as if she also wanted to take this pure little fairy to a farther place.

Yan Xiaodai never left Sister Baiyi's eyes. She is so beautiful that no one dares to look directly at her.

Yijiu picked up the kite and handed it to Yan Xiaodai, who was holding the reel of the kite in her hand, and smiled faintly: "Little idiot, I'll count one, two, three, you just throw the kite a little higher, and then chase me, we Let's fly a kite together."

Yan Xiaowai raised the big kite and nodded happily: "Okay!"

Yijiu looked at the blue sky with a smile, felt the downwind direction, and after taking a deep breath, a clear and beautiful voice came slowly: "One, two, three!"

Yan Xiaowai immediately threw the kite high, Yijiu pulled the string of the kite and started to run, the butterfly kite ran towards the high sky against the wind.

(End of this chapter)