And her eyes were so clear even when she looked at people with a smile, and her smile was even more clear and magnanimous.
When she slightly narrows her eyes to calculate people, she is cunning and cute, like a little fox, but she looks like a big bad wolf...
Young Master Qianmian was filled with frustration. He stood up, walked to the bed, and slowly lay down. The mattress was soft and soft, and the pillow was made of fine silk, with a faint fragrance.
He pulled the brocade quilt over him and closed his eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to feel something, as if he had really become her.
*
In an inn thousands of miles away from the capital of South Vietnam, Shen Ning suddenly sneezed twice in a row.
She raised her head and glanced at the window that was blown open by the wind, walked to the window and closed it, and said to herself: "How can everything be fine? Suddenly the wind started."
She was the only one in the room, but there was an ink-colored bamboo flute on the table in front of her.
Her eyes fell on the bamboo flute with a thoughtful expression.
"This County Magistrate Zhou is really an interesting person. I didn't do him any favors. He is a seventh-grade magistrate with clear sleeves, but he actually gave away such a valuable black bamboo flute to others."
She picked up the bamboo flute and saw that the body of the flute was inky black but the ripples were shiny, indicating that it must have been a long-lasting thing.
Is this bamboo flute probably more than a hundred years old? Maybe it's still a family heirloom of that County Magistrate Zhou.
She asked herself that she didn't understand the music, and she really couldn't figure out why Magistrate Zhou sent Wufu to give this flute to her. If she didn't accept it, it would seem unkind, but if she did, she felt that it was a secret trick.
"My subordinates feel that the county magistrate clearly has bad intentions this week."
A cold voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.
Shen Ning looked up at the door and smiled lightly: "Zhui Feng, why don't you come in when you're back?"
The door opened, and a goose-yellow figure appeared in front of her and saluted her.
"Have you finished what I asked you to do?"
"My subordinates have already followed Miss Shen's instructions." Zhui Feng straightened up and pulled his clothes unnaturally.
He was still not used to wearing such bright clothes, especially when walking outside, he always felt the eyes of passers-by drifting directly to his face and body.
"Then tell me, why did Magistrate Zhou have bad intentions?" Shen Ning looked at him with a smile.
Zhui Feng hesitated.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't hide it."
"Okay, let me tell you frankly, Miss Shen, I think this County Magistrate Zhou has ill intentions towards you!" Zhui Feng said bluntly with his heart set on his side.
"Oh?" Shen Ning couldn't help but laugh, "How could you tell that he had evil intentions?"
"From the moment he saw you changing your clothes and going downstairs, his eyes almost never left your side. When he arrived at the county office, although he didn't look at you directly, he kept stealing glances at you. On the surface, he made a grand statement and wanted to ask you, Miss Shen, to help him solve the case. However, solving the case was obviously what he should do as a court official. What does it have to do with you, Miss Shen? He was deliberately using solving the case as an excuse to find a reason? I'm close to you, so according to my subordinate's wishes, I'd better return the thing he sent to him, which is just a bamboo flute. If you like it, Miss Shen, I will get you ten or eight."
Zhui Feng glanced at the bamboo flute that Shen Ning was playing, feeling like he was holding a fire in his heart.