Daughter of the royal palace

Chapter 423 Who Is She? (2)
The woman in white glanced at him, looking at the bottomless lake, her voice was as cold as ever.

"Worriless City is strictly guarded. Three days later, the city lord will get married, so I have to take the opportunity to pretend to be a commoner and sneak in."

Luo Tianxiang lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

The woman in white looked towards the sky in a blink of an eye, "I'm afraid Xiao Tingxuan has already reached Wuyou City."

Luo Tianxiang was shocked, was he still a step too late?

The woman in white suddenly smiled softly, "I don't know what the scene is when the world-famous 'Peerless Twins' fight for a beauty?"

Luo Tianxiang's eyes were a little cold, "Young lady and Yingbo have a grudge? Otherwise, why are you so gloating?"

The eyes of the woman in white were like blades, filled with painful coldness.In just a split second, he regained his indifference.

"I have long since lost the right to hate." Her cold voice was filled with indescribable sadness and self-deprecation.

Luo Tianxiang frowned, "Ms. Meng seems to have something on her mind."

The corners of the woman's eyes turned cold, "What does it have to do with you?" She flicked her sleeves and walked away coldly.

Hey!
A woman's sigh came from behind him, Luo Tianxiang turned his head, clasped his fists and asked politely.

"Miss Bingyun, who is your young lady?"

Bing Yun glanced at him and shook his head.

"I don't know."

Luo Tianxiang was a little surprised, but he also knew that Bingyun was not lying.This dream girl is very mysterious, and the maid beside her seems to be even more mysterious than her.

The sun was setting, and the sky was glowing orange-red.Under the slanting light of the setting sun, the splendid castle of Sanssouci City glows golden and silver.In the distance, the blue lake is sparkling, and the waves are slowly shining. From time to time, a wild goose flies by, causing the ripples on the lake to spread out, and it can't be calm for a long time.Even the setting sun reflected in the lake made me faint.

The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.It can be described as nothing more than this.

Late autumn is the most lonely season, but Wuyou City is like spring all the year round, the garden is full of red, white and green flowers, bees and butterflies are dancing, it is very lively.

Ling Xihan sat blankly in the pavilion, a little distracted.

"Ma'am" a maidservant called softly behind her.

"What's the matter?" Ling Xihan didn't turn her head, she just asked lightly.

"Miss Zhao is here."

Ling Xihan paused, since Zhao Xinyue was injured that night, she has never seen her again.It's only a few days now, will her injury heal?No matter what, Zhao Xinyue also saved her last time, so she should be grateful.

Looking back, I saw the soft and beautiful woman who came with small steps, wearing a long lavender dress, with light blue orchids embroidered on the cuffs, a few petals drawn out by silver threads, and ice blue at the hem. The chest is covered with a wide piece of silver-white brocade, and the long skirt is spread out by gently turning the body.The fringed hair is casually tied, the brows and eyes are full of spring, the skin is as soft and smooth as jade, the small cherry mouth is not red, delicate and charming, and the two strands of hair on the cheeks are gently blowing in the wind, making it a little more attractive The charming style, and the bright eyes are as clear and gentle as water.With a slow smile, it is like a clear spring flowing, which makes people feel warm.

"Princess." Zhao Xinyue had already come to her, looking at her with a smile.

There was also a slight smile on the corner of Ling Xihan's mouth, "Is your injury healed?"

Zhao Xinyue smiled softly and softly, "It's all over now."

Ling Xihan's eyes flickered slightly, "Thank you that night."

Zhao Xinyue sat beside her, "Thank you really?"

Ling Xihan raised his eyebrows, "Naturally, I, Ling Xihan, have always had a clear sense of grievances and grievances. I am grateful that you saved me. If you need my help in the future, just ask, and I will definitely die." Although she thinks she is not benevolent He is a good person, but he also knows how to repay kindness.Don't look at their cruel heart and coldness as killers, but they are also the most affectionate and righteous.

Zhao Xinyue smiled and bowed her head, a strand of hair hanging down her forehead, covering the gloomy look in her eyes.

"You don't have to die, if you really want to thank me." She raised her head, looking at Ling Xihan with earnest and begging eyes.

"Just be with the son."

Ling Xihan's eyes were slightly cold, and Zhao Xinyue sighed, "My son's life seems to be boundless, but he is also the most lonely." She raised her head, closed her eyes slightly, and felt the slight wind blowing across her face. The smile on the corner of his mouth was astringent but compassionate.

"You may be wondering why General Baili would rather abandon his favorite little daughter that day than join the four major families to ask the son to kill you."

Ling Xihan narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were sharp and fierce.This is indeed what puzzled her the most.

Zhao Xinyue smiled faintly, and took out a scroll from her sleeve.

"This is the answer."

As the picture scroll slowly unfolded, revealing that familiar alluring face, Ling Xihan's eyes widened unconsciously.In the painting, the woman's eyes are bright and gazing, the fat is piled up with snow, the fragrance is beautiful, and she is graceful and graceful.Eyes are as clear as water, pure as snow, lips are like cherries, slender fingers, slim and plump.The silver-white gauze flutters gently with the wind, and a ribbon is tied around the slender waist. There is no decoration on it, it looks elegant, and it seems to be glowing with a faint silver light; silver-white mixed with ice-blue knee-length hair , like a waterfall.The breeze blows, the hair flutters with the wind, standing in the viburnum bushes, as graceful as a fairy.The tender and white crystal-like cheeks without makeup look petite and cute, the pink and sexy lips like cherry blossom petals, and the faint smile are all over the country!

Ling Xihan stared closely at the woman in the painting, that face was clearly her.

only--

Her eyes moved to the inscription next to her:
There is only one flower in the world, and there is no similar flower in the world.

Year after year, the earth temple is more expensive than Qiong Yao.

Zhongshe Shang Bingfang, peripheral butterfly play.

Tumi is not necessarily, but peony is ashamed and charming.

The green cover is sparse and the circle is covered, and the pearls are scattered.

Don't follow the crowd, keep yourself quiet and elegant.

Taste the good things, want to move the golden hub.

Not only violates the solitude and cleanliness, but also wrongly cultivates the intention.

Luoyang Red Peony, the name changed in due course.

The new glory supports the old branches, and everything looks beautiful.

Tiangong borrows colors, and the shades follow people's wisdom.

When the three springs are in love, the cars and horses are as noisy as the city.

The endowment of plants and trees is special, so it is not easy to discuss it.

I come to see flowers for the first time, and talk to the moon and get drunk.

The handwriting is sharp and unrestrained, but with thick brush and ink, as if expressing longing.Whether it's the words or the picture of a lady, every stroke and every stroke is extremely serious and meticulous.This poem not only describes the beauty of Qionghua, but also compares it with other flowers, which is unique, which shows how much this person loves Qionghua.Or, it is because of people that people love flowers.

That woman certainly has an alluring appearance, but the poet's affection for her portrays her beautiful outline and demeanor vividly, making people sink into it without knowing it at a glance.

Looking at the painting, Ling Xihan's eyes tightened, and he turned around suddenly, looking straight at Zhao Xinyue with fierce and menacing eyes.

(End of this chapter)