Xiao Fan, I want to put on a wedding dress for you when my life is the most beautiful. Why do you refuse to look back at me? A woman’s youth is like a flash in the cereus. When I get old, if you are willing to marry you, how can I marry you?

The beautiful figure in the bronze mirror swayed slightly, and the thin shoulders trembled gently. Chen Ying'er's pretty face had tears in her river, trickling down, like pear blossoms with rain, no longer looking like a strong woman. She is particularly pitying at this moment.

She stared at the mirror for a long time, Yingying stood up, her slender fingers gently curled, and her belt suddenly loosened. The snow-white silk clothes slid down her shoulders, revealing her proud breasts. On the white snow-like chest, two pink ***s bloomed like cold plums in the morning breeze, trembling slightly in the wind.

This is a delicate body full of mature style, clean and pure as a snow lotus, without being defiled at all.

Chen Ying'er looked at herself naked in the mirror with tears in her eyes, and the resentment in her eyes was like a black pool, bottomless.

Twenty-year-old ***... Chen Ying'er smiled like a self-deprecatingly.

The breeze quietly blew through the gaps in the mahogany window lattice, blowing up a piece of snow on the dressing table. On the paper is a poem "A Clip of Plum" written by Chen Ying'er last night.

"The lonely shadow locks the clear river in the jade building, tears flow into the sorrowful heart, and it is difficult to relieve the sorrowful heart.

I remember the Tanlang on the branches, love is hurt, and hatred is hurt.

I still regret thinking about it for the past year and wanting to enter the West Chamber, but I am afraid of entering the West Chamber.

Looking at the long setting sun in Qinhuai, I drink thousands of cups of wine and thousands of cups of cups of wine."

The wind blows by, and it is silent again. The tears on the snow paper are wet with paper and blurred the ink. The sentences of lovesickness are mixed with tears, and the resentment is all contained in small words.

Downstairs, the sound of footsteps from far to near.

Chen Ying'er was shocked and hurriedly put on a plain skirt and tied her top belt.

The bead curtains were jingling crisply, and the close-fitting maid was holding a piano and combing her bun, holding a scroll in her hand, jumping in.

"Miss, son-in-law...ah, no, the commander of the Jinyiwei, Lord Xiao, sent the housekeeper to deliver a scroll of painting..."

Chen Ying'er's beautiful eyes lit up, she hurriedly stood up and arrived quickly.

"He...he gave me a painting? What painting? Hurry! Let me show it! This cruel guy..." Chen Ying'er wiped her tears, happy and angry.

Hu Qin smiled, his little face filled with joy, like a fresh and dazzling sunset, dispelling the darkness of the entire boudoir.

With joy, the two of them pulled open the ribbon on the scroll with their trembling hands, and a colorful painting with an old atmosphere slowly unfolded.

On the dark yellow painting paper, more than a dozen snow-white rich peonies bloom proudly, with the most beautiful appearance.

Baoqin looked up and down a few times, and smiled and said, "Miss, what a beautiful flower! The old man in the housekeeper of Xiao's house said that this was bought by Lord Xiao for a thousand gold coins and gave it to the lady, Miss, Lord Xiao... I have always kept you in my heart."

Chen Ying'er also smiled pretty and carefully admired the peonies in the painting. As she looked at it, the smile on Chen Ying'er's pretty face gradually solidified. Her beautiful eyes blinked a few times, and the tears fell on her face again. Her expression was no longer resentful, but sadness and despair.

Bao Qin was frightened by her reaction and said anxiously: "Miss! Miss! What's wrong with you? Lord Xiao gave you a painting. You should be happy. Why are you crying? Is there anything wrong?"

Chen Ying'er's delicate body trembled slightly, her fingers trembled, and she pointed to the painting and said tremblingly: "Hold the piano, look... look at this painting carefully..."

"What's wrong with this painting?"

Chen Ying'er closed her eyes in despair and said sadly: "...In this painting, there are no butterflies and no fragrance of flowers. Xiao Fan gave me this painting, which is a metaphor for me, Chen Ying'er, who has no cousin in her life, and has lived alone... Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan! You... have a cruel heart!"

"Ah Yeh--"

In the Xiao Mansion, Xiao Fan, who was sitting under the peach tree in the inner courtyard, suddenly sneezes.
Chapter completed!