The Proud Ugly Girl's Addicted Foolish Husband

Chapter 171 That person, that pavilion, that water, that forest (1)
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight mischievously penetrated into the room through the gap of the window sill, and sprinkled scattered golden light, Gong Qianbai's eyelashes fluttered lightly a few times, and then opened her pair of eyes with There are some misty obsidian deep pupils.

The subtle and steady breathing sound beside him made the corners of Gong Qianbai's lips curl up in a slight arc unconsciously, as if he suddenly thought of something, and then the fog dissipated instantly, and Gong Qianbai's eyes recovered in a moment The Qingming of the past.

Turning her head to look at the two people who were sleeping beside her, their mouths twitching and twitching from time to time, she frowned slightly, but she had to admit in her heart that she fell asleep after returning from the prime minister's mansion last night. It was the deepest and best night, and it was so strange to sleep so deeply in a strange place. Could it be because of this person beside me?

Gong Qianbai's eyes were tangled as he looked at the peerless face that fell asleep defenselessly like a baby at this time, the hand that wanted to touch was stopped by the suppressed emotions in his heart, his eyes darkened slightly for a moment, and then Move your body carefully, get out of the quilt, cover the quilt firmly for the two sleeping beside you, then get up and get off the bed.

Slightly glanced at the quiet, simple and elegant guest room where he lived, Gong Qianbai walked towards the door.

The moment he opened the door of the room, his eyes caught sight of a dreamy blue dress standing in the pavilion in the center of the lake not far away, with three thousand black hair cascading behind him, and his tall and straight figure seemed to be surrounded by unknown. Men with emotions of melancholy and mourning.

The man stood still, looking at the lake, looking at the man's back, it seemed that he had been standing like that for a long time!I just don't know why he is like this?
She looked around, last night, because of the darkness, she didn't take a closer look at the Quiet Pavilion. At this time, she really saw the layout of the Quiet Pavilion, thinking of the faint blue in the pavilion, what she said to her last night Words such as crudeness and disgust made Gong Qianbai's forehead protrude, with black lines all over his head.

Although there is nothing here that can be described as luxurious and luxurious, but in her eyes, looking at it like this, this place is like another world in this Star Mist City, a world that is peaceful, peaceful and isolated from the world. There is really no better house than this place, at least she feels that although Lanyue House has those precious flowers and trees, it is slightly inferior to this place.

Gong Qianbai walked out of the room and stood in the middle of the Jingmo Pavilion, everything in the Jingmo Pavilion was clear to her eyes, but she didn't know if there was something else hidden in it.

Apart from the room where he lived with Wuying Lianxin and Xiao Routuan, there were only three rooms left in the pavilion.There is another room among them, she knows it belongs to the blue figure on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, as for the other two rooms, she doesn't know if there is a study room with light mist and shadow.

Thinking of the simplicity and ease of going to settle down last night, Ning Yu and Yi Feng did not come back, it is not difficult to see that they do not live in this Quiet Pavilion.

From this point of view, the Quiet Pavilion is really worthy of its name on weekdays.

However, what attracts Gong Qianbai's eyes the most is the lake in the Quiet Pavilion, which is neither too big nor too small, and the unique hexagonal pavilion in the center of the lake.

There are two roads from the lake pavilion to the shore, one leads directly to the place where you are, and the other leads to a bamboo forest with brown and dark green hair. The breeze blows, and the pieces of bamboo are flying and spinning again. It fell quietly, covering a layer of frost on the ground, gradually adapting to the test of the coming winter.

(End of this chapter)