Under the pale moonlight, the black crows on the dead branches called out strangely.
"Ah-ah-"
A cold wind blew past, and the black crow flapped its wings and flew away with a cry.
The rumbling of the wheels of the carriage came from a distance, and Qing He opened his apathetic eyes, staring blankly out of focus.
The carriage stopped beside her, a pair of dazzling little hands that were white in the moonlight gently opened the carriage curtain, and the groom respectfully lowered his hands to help the person in the carriage.
The first thing that fell into her eyes was a pair of feet with blue veins and transparent feet wearing plain embroidered shoes. She stared at the feet in a daze, and raised her eyes hesitantly.
It was a woman with an extremely beautiful appearance, and her beauty under the moon was unreal. The long cyan skirt is wrapped in a crow cyan embroidered cloak, which is glamorous as silk and has plump red lips. At this moment, she was smiling and looking down at her. After a long time, she slowly said, "What's wrong? Why are you staying here?"
Her voice is also nice, it is the best voice Qing He has ever heard. Gently rippling, like water can flow to the bottom of people's hearts. It happened that the tone of speech was twists and turns, like a sultry little hook, slow and slow, making a person's body half crisp.
Qinghe also remembered the day when her husband married the princess, would the princess Jing'an who did not show up have the beauty in front of her
After that, Qinghe shook her head categorically. For some reason, she just felt that even the spoiled princess Jingan, in front of a plain cloth dress and an undressed woman, is not even more than half.
The woman's temperament is very complicated, soft and immortal, mixed and charming, but the peach blossom eyes are low and clear as water, and the plain clothes wrap the exquisite body, and the whole person is immaculate.
Seeing that she didn't answer, the woman slightly frowned her willow eyebrows. The melancholy between her eyebrows really didn't know how many men would break the heart.
"Why? Can't speak?"
Qinghe shook his head, with an embarrassing flush on her face, and said, "I, I don't have a home..."
I'm afraid it's a woman, in front of her, she will be ashamed and can't raise her head, let alone her
"Tsk, the poor, are you homeless?" The woman frowned tighter, with pity in her eyes. She lit her red lips and thought for a while, then suddenly stroked her palm, "That's fine, you have nowhere to go. Go, are you willing to go with me? It's cold and dew, and I don't know when it will rain. You are a woman, so you can't let you hang around alone, there is no rubble to cover the rain."
Qinghe stared at her eyes, didn't seem to understand the woman's words too well, muttered and repeated over and over again, "Follow and follow you? Follow you..."
The woman smiled, her beautiful face was brighter than the moonlight in the sky, "Yes, come with me, will you?"
"I, can I really?"
A small jade-white hand stretched directly in front of her eyes and shook it. The round nails were clean and lovely. She looked at the dirt in the crevices of her nails that could not be washed all the year round. The palms were dry and rough, the color was yellow, and the eyes were white. The skin that is about to glow is really a bright moon in the sky, and a gravel on the ground.
She didn't dare to stretch out her hand, but the woman directly bent over and took her hand, pulling her up.
"Get up quickly, it's cold on the ground, we women, but take care of yourself."
A word struck her heartstrings, and she raised her eyes to see that the woman had already stepped into the carriage first, and was reaching out for her.