Feng Zhiwei squatted on the shore, watching calmly, this place is remote, there is something going on early in the morning, let alone no one will come, Wu Yiniang passed here insanely, she really wanted to die.
The drenched man swam over, and just as his trembling fingers were about to touch the shore, Feng Zhiwei flicked his broom lightly and moved away.
This dial, for the mother.
Back then, my mother brought her siblings back to the Qiu Mansion, and knelt in front of the Qiu Mansion gate for three days and three nights. On the third day, the door opened, and a basin of footwashing water poured out. The person holding the foot basin behind the door was this five Aunt's maid.
It was also a snowy day, and it was colder than today. She knelt behind her mother and watched the footwashing water freeze little by little on her hair. Afterwards, her mother had a high fever for three days and three nights, and almost died.
Fifth Yiniang swam over for the second time, and the lake water stirred up big ripples. Her movements were already much slower, and her fingers were stiff as she tried to grab a stone on the shore.
Feng Zhiwei stretched out her broom and pushed Fifth Yiniang out.
This one is for herself.
Liu Guanshi is the fifth aunt's distant relative, and he took a fancy to her early on. He first asked her to marry him as his second wife, but after being rejected, he asked her to marry him for his stupid son. What he dared to fight was the idea of father and son sharing a daughter. The father and son calmed down a bit when they were in front of their uncle, but just a few days ago, Guanshi Liu blocked her in an old room that no one went to. If she hadn't brought scissors with her, the current Zhiwei Feng would Either she became the wife of the father and son, or she was kicked out of the Qiu Mansion because of losing her virginity.
Fifth Yiniang swam over for the third time, and this woman was quite fierce and ruthless. She no longer tried to grab the rocks on the shore, but suddenly grabbed the broom, hugged her body and pulled it down fiercely.
"Plop!"
Feng Zhiwei was caught off guard and was dragged into the lake by her!
The icy lake water instantly surrounded her whole body. She shivered, thinking that she was going to freeze immediately, but after the initial coldness passed, the lingering hot current in her body suddenly surged, and flowed all over her body like a fountain. As soon as the cold hit, it neutralized into a suitable temperature like a hot spring, flowing and stretching among the blood vessels and meridians, she actually felt warm and comfortable, like soaking in hot water.
Feng Zhiwei was stunned, and touched her heart subconsciously. She suffered from inexplicable internal heat since she was a child. Just a dying man.
This disease... probably more serious, right? It doesn't even feel cold in the lake in winter.
The scalp suddenly tightened, and the woman beside her grabbed her hair. Feng Zhiwei turned her head, and saw the face that was already showing a dead face, with a pale and ferocious smile, and her fingers were tightly entangled like vines. Her hair, trying to sink to the bottom with her.
Feng Zhi tilted his head slightly and smiled at her.
"Crack."
The snowy light of the scissors flashed on the emerald green lake, a strand of black hair fell leisurely on the water surface, and the roots floated away clearly.
Fifth Yiniang, who caught nothing, couldn't hold on any longer, her head finally showed on the water, and she sank silently.
Feng Zhiwei kicked on top of her head, pushing her down even more - since she is doomed to die, she might as well die sooner.
With this force, she jumped up and rolled her wet hair in the water—the lake water completely dissipated the heat in her body, and she felt light and clear, and she was so comfortable that she didn't want to leave.
So she soaked in the water dripping wet, thinking about the aftermath of this incident—how to cover up the traces of the shore, how to explain to her mother the sudden short hair and soaked clothes.
These were not a problem for her, after a while she reached out to grab the rocks on the shore and was about to go ashore, when the corner of her eye caught the surface of the water, her body froze suddenly.
A slender reflection of a fluttering garment is reflected on the mirror-like water.
Feng Zhiwei stared at the shadow.
The emerald jade crown, the brocade gown with dark silver patterns on a moon-white background, and a snow-white light fur coat. The light fur is brilliant and precious, but what is even more brilliant is that person's face. Instantly amazed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
The eyebrows are slightly raised, as delicate as feathers, and the lips are beautifully curved, carefully drawn by the hands of the gods. However, when the eyes under the thick and long eyelashes quietly turn around these peerless beauties, there is only those left in the world. The eyes are as bright as black jade.
The wind of early winter blows snow foam, which floats past a white plum grove on the shore, plum blossoms like plum blossoms, and snowflakes like plum blossoms, passing by a icy lake like jade, and then shattered in his fluttering skirts. The slightly monotonous and pale winter landscape is at once picturesque.
The fairy in the mountains, the master under the forest, and the national champion Danqing, are indescribable.
The man was wrapped in light fur with a slender body, standing on the rocks on the shore like a jade tree, from his posture, he was slightly bending down to look at himself in the lake.
Feng Zhiwei immediately sank into the water, then raised her head.
She looked into a pair of deep black and cold eyes.
The pupils are extremely beautiful, and when they are turned, they are dazzling, but when they stare at people, they are as quiet as a clear abyss, with a pure and slightly steel blue in the clear black and white, like a rich brocade, rolled up layer by layer, Gorgeous and noble but thick and cold, it will overwhelm people.
Feng Zhiwei folded her hands in front of her chest, staring at the eyes that seemed to be full of love and passion, soaked in the misty night, and wondered if the world would be confused by such an amazing face, and could not see the thousands of miles in his eyes. Frozen forest
"Excuse me, make way." She raised her head and signaled the man to move away from her feet.
The man didn't move, looking down at her—Feng Zhiwei standing in the shallow water, with a clear and beautiful face revealed between her loose long hair, black and thin eyebrows soaked in water, dark as feathers, and a pair of bewildered eyes Misty, when looking at people, it seems to be covered with a layer of blurred veil.
She really looked like a delicate and harmless woman.
What a face... it surprised him.
In the flowing water, Feng Zhiwei bent her body and covered her chest skillfully with her hands. She was not embarrassed by this posture, nor was she flustered by the fact that the murder was discovered. She still stood calmly in the water, facing the man. There was a sharp look in the smile, and he couldn't avoid it.
In front of this person's crystal-clear eyes, any pretense would be self-inflicted humiliation.