Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 113
Chapter 113
Dingxing five years, vernal equinox.

The green leaves are middle orchid, and the courtyard is quiet and fragrant.

In front of the window at dusk, pear blossoms are blooming enthusiastically, like snow but not snow, like smoke but not smoke.

The little girl in the beautiful cotton dress is sitting solemnly in front of the embroidery stand under the pear tree, with her cheeks in her little hands, as if she is thinking.

There is a little bit of starlight flowing in the eyes, as bright and bright as flowers falling with the wind.

Just when she sighed No.18, peach blossoms fell from her head like a rain of flowers.

At first, she thought she was too involved in the matter and didn't pay attention at all, but as she sighed more and more, more and more pear blossoms fell from her head.

The little girl finally sensed that something was wrong and raised her head to look up.

The wind is not strong, why are there so many peach blossoms falling?
No wonder my aunt doesn't like to let her learn embroidery outside, it's too easy to get distracted.

After looking at it for a long time, she didn't see anything, and she lowered her head again in disappointment.

Holding the embroidery needle in his hand, he didn't drop it for a long time.

"Ugh."

"At such a young age, I have a lot of things on my mind. You have been sighing all morning. If you are so inattentive, how can you learn embroidery well?"

A voice came from above the little girl's head, the voice was clear and melodious, she suddenly raised her head, just in time for a person hanging upside down.

The two put their heads together, face to face.

Before the little girl could scream, the boy covered her mouth.

With both hands, he wrapped his arms around her waist, hooked and swung his feet, and carried her up the tree without any effort.

The two sat side by side on the branch, and the pear blossoms danced lightly on the branch.

The little girl had lingering fears, her smiling face was blushing, and she stared at the boy in front of her with big glazed eyes in disbelief.

"Who are you? Where did you come from? Why are you on my tree?"

As soon as he uttered it, it was full of questions, and his bright eyes stared at him without blinking.

The young man's green silk was loose, and he just casually tied it in a bun, and the white jade hairpin was slanted away.

She was looking at her quietly with her chin resting on one hand, the corners of her eyes and brows were flirtatious, her smile was not a smile, as if the epiphyllum was slowly expanding under the moon, coquettish and suffocating.

"I'm on the pear tree, so I'm naturally a pear blossom fairy. It's a great honor to see your pear tree with a crooked neck."

The little girl stared round her eyes in surprise, and the eyes were shining brightly.

"You are indeed very beautiful, just like a fairy, so can I call you sister fairy from now on?"

The young man choked suddenly, his handsome face twitched a little, he didn't know how to answer, so he just stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead lightly.

"Silly girl, I'm not a sister, I'm a brother."

The little girl covered her little head and looked at him aggrievedly.

"Do immortals still beat children?"

The boy was taken aback for a second, as if he had a headache, so he simply changed the subject.

"I saw you sitting there since morning, what are you doing? Why do you keep sighing?"

The little girl seemed to finally have a friend, so she quickly vomited bitterness to him.

"My aunt asked me to learn embroidery, but I can't learn it well. Since you are a fairy, can you teach me?"

The young man looked down at his light-white hand, and shrank back without a trace.

But he didn't want to lose face in front of the little girl, so he coughed lightly.

"Okay, let me guide you."

After the words fell, they hugged the little girl's waist, and the two fell down together.

The boy stood in front of the embroidery frame, frowning.

"Just embroider something casually first, and let me see how your skills are."

The little girl was very happy. She glanced at his waist and began to thread the needle.

The two of them stood and sat one by one, letting the pear blossoms fall from the top of their heads, as quiet as a painting.

After an unknown amount of time, the little girl finally finished embroidering one piece, and let out a long breath.

The young man put his hands on his hips and looked at him a few times, imitating the appearance of his wife in the palace.

"Why is the bird you embroidered staring at people?"

While judging, I was still thinking in my heart.

This girl is very knowledgeable, and she can actually embroider lovebirds. Isn't her embroidery poor?

Hearing this, the little girl looked at him with a wrinkled face made of jade and snow.

"This is the eagle on your jade pendant."

The boy couldn't help coughing, and looked down at the jade pendant on his waist with a blushing face.

He took another look at the embroidery, and as if he still didn't give up, he tore off the jade pendant from his waist and looked at it carefully.

One is an eagle soaring in the sky, with its wings spread high and its eyes fierce.

One is a bird with round eyes and tucked wings, no matter how you look at it, it looks stupid.

"Are you sure you embroidered it according to this?"

The little girl nodded seriously.

"Yeah, I just looked at it a few times, Immortal, what do you think of my embroidery skills?"

The young man had a headache, looking at those glazed eyes that were shining with water, he really couldn't tell the truth.

"Well, although I am a fairy, I am not very proficient in embroidery for girls.

You bird, no, eagle, overall, you still have a bit of expressiveness, keep up the good work.

You can see how round its eyes are, and it can also stare at people, which ordinary people can't embroider. "

The little girl believed it, and immediately smiled.

She raised her face up, the sun shone through the dense flowers, and there was a thin layer of almost transparent powder on her delicate face, which was so beautiful that it almost didn't look like what should be in this world.

The young man froze, his ears turned red.

That year, under the tree of Prince Wangsun Fang, the Qing song was wonderfully danced before the flowers fell.

(End of this chapter)