Jiang Hu was a little surprised when he heard the words of the master in the Qingliang Pavilion, but the master had already spoken that he had no reason to stop the girl. He had to put down his hand that was blocking the road in front of the girl and retreated respectfully.

Seeing that the brave girl had already taken steps towards the pavilion, Jiang Hu hurried to the pavilion and picked up a corner of the bamboo curtain for the girl to enter.

I don’t know if the man in the pavilion was sitting too far, or the man in black who picked up a corner of the bamboo curtain did it on purpose, but the person outside widened his eyes and looked straight but did not see the face of the man in the pavilion. He only saw a corner of the man’s white robe under the stone table in the pavilion from afar.

Bai Fuyao leaned into the pavilion with the bamboo curtain raised by the man in black. After standing up straight, she couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

When she was young, she secretly ran to those mixed teahouses of all religions and other schools and listened to storytelling.

She still remembers the storyteller with a mustache holding a folding fan in his hand and tells everyone below that the beauty of people in this world is mostly flawed, either one more here or one less there. Even if someone has a good appearance and can't find any mistake, it will inevitably appear vulgar if it is too much or not, and this is the incompleteness of life.

Bai Fuyao, who was still young at that time, deeply agreed with the world, and the world was full of phases and bad luck, so how could there be any perfection?

But today Bai Fuyao is a little unsure.

The man opposite was very good. Even though he was as calm as Bai Fuyao in his bones, he couldn't help but exclaim at the man.

A angular face, a tall nose, and a beautiful lip shape. A long hair tied up by a white jade crown reflects an ink-colored light in the sun.

His cold eyes stared straight at Bai Fuyao, like a deep spring, making people unable to help but think that he would sink deeper and deeper in the bone-broken chill.

A gust of wind from the mountain blew into the pavilion through the slightly moving bamboo curtains from the edge of the cliff. The man saw a white robe embroidered with black cloud patterns on his body gently raised in the wind.

The seemingly rough but simple and gloomy black jade hanging around her waist hit the stone bench in the robe with the breeze. In an instant, the entire pavilion was filled with crisp sounds of lingering.

Bai Fuyao thought, the young master is like jade, unparalleled.

There are people in this world that are suitable for all the beautiful words in this world. There are people in this world that even the slightly raised horns of the robe are just right to show a kind of nobility and elegance.

This is how many things in this world are. You think you have seen many scenery in the world, but one day you find someone sitting there casually, without saying or laughing, which can attract your sight and make everything around you become the background.

The sound of the jade-colliding sound of the lingering swaying gently in the breeze, as if it was about to knock into people's hearts.

Bai Fuyao came back to her senses, but finally she resisted the amazement that was about to blurt out.

Thinking that she had stared at a strange man for so long, Bai Fuyao, who seemed bold but was a little guilty, blushed slightly and felt embarrassed.

After saying hello to the man, he stopped looking at the man who was still looking at her with cold eyes. He did not sit on the stone bench next to the stone table, but walked to the railing of the pavilion and sat down, facing the man sideways to see the scenery through the bamboo curtains blown by the wind.

The man seemed to have no intention of talking to Bai Fuyao. For a moment, the pavilion seemed to suddenly become quiet from the noise.

Jinse and two mothers outside the pavilion looked at Bai Fuyao walking into the pavilion and were a little at a loss. The two mothers kept winking at Jinse and asked her to think of a way.

But Jinse could not think of any solution.

She knew that the lady seemed soft and weak, but in fact she was a very stubborn and even a little paranoid. As long as the lady decided, she would do everything she could. After all, she was a maid and how could she persuade her?

Although I can't see the appearance of the people in the pavilion because of the bamboo curtains, I can still see every move inside.

However, Jinse thought that the lady was not well-known to her, and she thought she would go into the pavilion to serve her so that the lady would be arranged by someone who was interested, but the man in black outside the pavilion was there, no matter what she said, she was unmoved.

Alas, how can this be done?

The woman under the tree over there couldn't help but sneer when she saw the scene.

Just now, because she didn't know the identity of the woman later, she wanted to wait and see it coldly before making plans. However, she didn't expect that the woman later looked soft and weak, but she was a reversal of right and wrong.

I have said a lot of high-sounding words before, but it turns out that I am just a woman who ignores etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame.

It was obvious to see which wealthy family's dress and the maid and maid she brought with her should be. But I don't know which family could raise such a slutty lady in the deep boudoir, and dared to be in the pavilion with a man.

These Kyoto people are indeed all people who seem to be bright and beautiful on the outside, but are actually full of thieves and prostitutes.

But no matter how she disliked the woman's actions, she remained a little calm.

Their family first arrived in Kyoto, and although their husbands came to receive the greatest honor in the world, their identities were still somewhat insufficient compared to the nobles of Kyoto's aristocrats.

Although she felt that her husband should be the most capable person in the world, those fat Kyoto ministers were not even worthy of carrying shoes for their husbands, this was just her idea after all.

She didn't know which family the lady of this wealthy family came from and what kind of identity she had. If she offended the noble person rashly and caused trouble for her husband, wouldn't it be worth the loss?

So she called a maid and wanted the maid to go and find out the woman's identity first.

As for the man in black, she didn't care. Seeing his servant's manner and simple clothes, the owner who occupied the pavilion inside was also useless. These two masters and servants must not be the Kyoto nobles who usually pay the most attention to demeanor and reputation.

Moreover, just now, her maid mentioned the identity of her husband's family to the man in black, but the man seemed to have never heard of it. Just imagine that there is still a family in Kyoto now who has never heard of her husband's name.

These days she has been in Kyoto, so no Kyoto noble family won’t give her three-point color because of her husband’s family.

I don’t know where the two of them came from. If she hadn’t brought the guards and servants because she worshipped the Buddha today, she would have really tied up and drove them down the mountain.

At this time, the maid who was sent out to inquire about the news also returned. According to the information found out, the woman later was Miss Seven from Bai Mansion in Liuxingxiang.

The woman is not a native of Kyoto. She has just arrived in Beijing and is usually in the inner house. After arriving in Kyoto, she met some wives from aristocratic families because of her husband's family.

But she never had any impression of the Bai Mansion, and she didn't understand the seventh lady of the Bai Mansion even more.

I think it should be the lady from an inconspicuous young official family in Kyoto.

Since she already knows the woman's identity, the woman thinks that it is not worth making friends with.

Moreover, the dispute with the two masters and slaves has wasteed a lot of their time. I heard that the incense of Fuquan Temple is very popular. If I go late, I may have to burn incense with those ordinary people. This will inevitably lead to losing their identity.

So the woman took her daughter and called her maid to leave.

But before leaving, the woman left, she didn't forget to look at the pavilion with malicious intentions. She muttered to herself, Miss Bai's seventh family, we have a long way to go...

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