"This flower is beautiful, but it is beautiful." There is a deep sense of calm in the eyes of the stars, "But I still like it's like it blooming far away on the branches."

Xuan Yue stared at her for a long time, and was once again fascinated by her outfit: in fact, her clothes did not have any conspicuous patterns. Just because when choosing fabrics, Youmeng understood that she did not like gorgeous and complexity, so she deliberately abandoned the most popular flower decorations among the noble women nowadays. She only embroidered some water-wave textures with dark golden silk thread at the edge of the clothes. It looked simple, but not monotonous at all, and was very generous.

Xingsu pretended to be unintentionally glanced at his hand: "When did Xuanyue have more fans?"

Xuan Yue lowered her eyes and smiled without any abnormality: "I just saw that I was in a fragrant fan shop in Xiangzhan, so I bought it."

He is really calm when he talks about lying.

Xingsu felt cold and felt sarcastic. He still acted casually on the surface: "Don't you mind showing me, do you?"

"Of course." Xuan Yue happily handed the folding fan.

Xingsu took the hand and slowly spread it. His eyes trembled at the landscape pavilion, "It's so beautiful, and the painting is vivid." She sighed meaningfully, "It seems that the painter's mind is really beautiful."

It was just because of her quiet and charming expression. Xuan Yue didn't vaguely hear what she was saying, and she was looking for her to be in a daze.

Her hairstyle today is fairly quiet and gentle. She wore the beautiful jade hairpin on her black hair bun, which seemed to include the greenness of the whole early summer, making her look vibrant. At the root of the bun, there are two jade lotus flowers, one green and one white, and the jade is warm and the carving is exquisite. The most unique part is the lotus heart of one of the lotus flowers, which is deliberately made hollow.

A gust of wind blew, the branches and leaves swayed slightly, and a ray of sunlight passed through the gap and sprinkled on her face, making her face look more and more charming. Xuan Yue couldn't bear to blink and exclaimed in her heart: What a fresh and refined woman!

He stared at her for too long and didn't say anything. Xingsu turned his puzzled eyes: "Why do you look at me like this?"

Xuan Yue came back to her senses and couldn't help laughing: "I was thinking, the stars standing under the flowers are so charming, no wonder people often compare you girls to these flowers."

Xingsu was not happy after hearing this. Instead, he regarded it as a sweet talk that men often said and left it indifferent: "Everyone's flowers are in their own eyes. There are thousands of flowers in the world, and there are thousands of girls. What kind of girls does Xuanyue like?"

Xuan Yue was stunned: "Me?"

"Don't mind letting me guess?" Xingsu pretended to be calm and poked a ray of afterglow over, "Does Xuanyue like Siqiao?"

Xuan Yue's expression stagnated. Xingsu thought he would defend himself, but he didn't expect him to admit it calmly: "Yes, I like her very much."

Xingsu's heart aches, and a chill suddenly spread, and his tone became cold: "So the box of rouge you bought in "Shihuaji" also wanted to give her?"

Xuan Yue was stunned again, brushing away all smiles: "Xingsu cares about that box of rouge?"

"No..." Xingsu slightly touched the corner of his mouth to hide her embarrassment, "Why should I care? Unlike those delicate daughters, I don't like to use rouge and water powder."
Chapter completed!