Devious emperor's gossip concubine

"It's still easier."

The light green skirt hangs naturally, and the simple pattern looks very refreshing. Originally, half of the loose hair was tied up, and the red lotus print on the forehead disappeared.

The face is still unparalleled, but it is not as dazzling as it was just now.

"Misty sand!"

The old man's voice sounded again, and the slim sand secretly stuck out his tongue and disappeared in front of the altar.

The sand is thinking of the map in my mind. Hum, how to walk is not my has the final say, anyway, as long as it can arrive! Thinking of this, the misty sand flew to the opposite place of the map.

This place is round and can't be reached from the other direction.

Eh, where did this sound come from.

The pleasant sound of the piano came like running water in the spring. The players seemed to play it carelessly, but the notes were very attractive. Misty sand stopped curiously. It's so beautiful here. Yingying's colorful light twinkles among the flowers, and colorful butterflies fly around. The halo on the wings is very colorful in the sun.

Misty sand sneaked into the flowers, and then moved forward a little bit along the sound of the piano.

In the pavilion, a man in gorgeous clothes sat with his back to his, with a piano in front of him. The man's perfectly slender hand plucks the strings from time to time. Although there is only a back, from his tall and straight, somewhat romantic posture, we can imagine how handsome a man is.

Misty sand secretly drilled out of the flowers. There's no reason to look behind and not in front.

"It seems that I have disturbed the young lady's pleasure of enjoying the flowers."

Hearing the sound, he was stunned by the tiny sand drilled out of his head, raised his eyes and saw the man in the pavilion turn slowly. Handsome and perfect face, thin lips slightly raised, showing an irresistible gentle color.

The sharp eyes seemed to flash a trace of amazement, but misty sand felt that he must have read it wrong. Because this man looks so perfect, especially the faint smile and calm attitude. All dressed in fancy clothes and dark hair, this man is a best.

"Sorry, I accidentally broke in and disturbed your pleasure. Hehe, I have something else to do. Let's go first, childe. Go on." after saying that, Miaosha retracted his head.

The man smiled and said, "this is not mine. I'm just passing by."

I don't believe it!

Who passed by with a piano and drinking utensils! Don't try to cheat me because you look good. Misty sand continued to move forward without stopping.

The man listened to the movement in the flowers, flashed a smile in his eyes, looked at the string and said, "my name is string."

String?

Misty sand frowned slightly, and even his name was false. It seems that this person really can't get too close. The more harmless the surface, the more dangerous the heart must be, which she has summarized for many years.

The slim sand body flashed and disappeared into the flowers. While the misty sand disappeared, the sound of the piano in the pavilion continued to ring. It doesn't seem to care that the woman disappears like this, nor does it care that she doesn't want to leave a name.

"Demon king" a man in grayish brown appeared in the pavilion and respectfully saluted the man in the pavilion, "this is the portrait of the next Gasi clan leader. Please have a look at it."

When the man finished, a woman appeared in the air.

The man who played the piano took a look. Half of the woman's hair in the painting was scattered, her long white skirt was full of movement, and the red lotus marks on her forehead flashed from time to time, with a clear appearance.

It's her.

"Go on, I'll leave for a few days. I'll leave the affairs of the middle school to you."

"Yes, my subordinates leave." after saying that, I retreated.

The sound of the piano again raised a faint smile on the man's face, and then his body disappeared into the pavilion out of thin air.

"How is it you again?" Miaosha looked at the man he had just met, and his eyes almost narrowed into a line.

The man's thin lips were slightly raised. With a tone that people couldn't help but start, he leisurely said, "this is my home."

"Your home!"

Misty sand looked at the flowers around him, and then at the butterflies flying on the flowers. There is no manor here. There is no home.

The man said, "exactly."

Misty sand snorted coldly and said, "young master Xian, I'm curious. Do you live in the wild? These flowers and plants don't happen to be things in your garden?"

The man's eyes flashed a bit of fun and said, "otherwise, what do you think?"

"It's funny. There are no shops in front of the village and behind the village. How can it be..."

Before misty sand finished his words, the flowers in front of him seemed to have their own consciousness (in fact, they did have their own consciousness), constantly changing their positions. Then, a very simple room appeared in front of misty sand.

"Miss, can you believe me now?"

Misty sand looked at his position, then looked at the house and said, "I don't believe it."

The man frowned slightly, "why?"

"The place where I stand here doesn't belong to your family. You see, your house is about ten steps away from me. If you seriously calculate it, it should be everyone's."