Back to the Snow

Chapter 242 Who is visiting in the evening?
But the man who was as warm as water said indifferently: "Just do what Miss said."

"Yes!" After receiving a clear order, the servant bowed and retreated.

"Brother Xi, is he asleep?" A laughing voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Looking at the prestige, I saw a young man dressed in a foreign race standing at the door.

The smiling appearance is somewhat similar to Luo Xi's, but it has an extravagant aura of human fireworks.

Seeing the person coming, Luo Xi and Xue Ying looked at each other, and said with a smile, "Why didn't you make it clear that it was you?"

He motioned to the maid at the side to watch the tea, and he said again: "It's so late to come to Luo's house, thank you for finding it."

He lifted his robe and sat down.

The young man smiled and said, "The emperor appointed someone to lead the way."

Looking outside the courtyard, and looking around the house, he continued: "This place really has the style of the third brother! But there are some changes."

The last sentence was said by looking at Xue Ying at the side.

How could the former Sanhuang brother let others touch him so easily?
Although he always had a warm and warm smile on his face, he kept a certain distance from others.

now……

Looking at the one blue and one white, the young boy couldn't help but smile and said, "Seeing that the third brother is doing well, I feel relieved. I believe that the queen father and queen mother will also feel relieved."

The eyes were fixed, and looked a little heavy: "Tomorrow, we will return to China. Come tonight to say goodbye to the emperor."

Hearing this, the little hand stopped massaging.

The big hand wrapped the small hand, and the warm man smiled and said: "Well, say hello to them for me too."

Signaling the boy on the side to come over, Luo Xi said, "Qingcheng, take out the presents you prepared a few days ago."

"Yes." Qingcheng bowed and stepped back.

After a while, he came in with a big box.

Open it, and there are all kinds of scrolls inside.

His slender fingers gently stroked those scrolls, and his warm voice flowed like water: "I am a painter now, and the only thing I give as a gift is the painting. There are names on them, and the sixth brother will distribute them to everyone according to their names."

"Yes." The young man looked at the paintings and motioned for the envoy beside him to take them back carefully.

Suddenly, he stared fixedly at the light blue gentle man and asked, "When will Brother Huang come back? All..."

(End of this chapter)