Chapter 65 (1/2)

Fortunately, the little girl can keep up with her in a few steps.

Wei Luo stops at the sound and looks back at him without knowing why: ”is there anything else for big brother?”

Zhao Yu stood in front of him and looked at her white and delicate face. For the first time, he realized the taste of being speechless. How is he going to talk? His little girl grew up. When she came to Guishui for the first time, he should be happy for her, but he was worried. Growing up means maturity. The original flowers bloom with gorgeous petals. She will only become more and more beautiful, beautiful enough to attract everyone's attention.

Now it's impossible. She's still young, so she attracts the stream of Li Song and Song Hui. If she grows up, it's more worrying?

He couldn't help but wonder if he should take her more seriously in the future? His little girl can only belong to him. He watched her grow up a little, just like the delicate flower he cultivated by himself. He watered and fertilized her, and finally waited until the day when the flower bloomed. This flower can only be picked by him, nobody can touch it.

Zhao Xuan only looked at her and said nothing. Wei Luo was worried. ”What are you going to say?”

He looked back at the gold thread of the servant girl beside her, and quietly called her to him. ”I just found a sachet. See if it's yours.”

Wei Luo hears the speech to come forward, go to half to think of oneself not to wear sachet at all today, how can be her again? She was about to open her mouth when she saw that Zhao Xuan had taken out the sachet. She simply picked up the sapphire Goulian hollow sachet and looked at it. She shook her head and said, ”it's not mine, big brother. Is this a man's thing?”

Zhao Xuan did not change her face. Let her have a look again. ”Do you know the spices in this?”

She stood behind patiently waiting for them. She first looked at the ground, then at the side of the colonnade, and finally fell on Wei Luo. She looked at it. Her face suddenly showed a strange expression. She looked at Wei Luo's skirt several times and finally determined what it was. Her face was tense, she forgot the rules for a moment, and cried in a panic, ”miss!”

It's not a rare thing for girls to come to Guishui. It's normal to get clothes. However, in public, it's too embarrassing to be seen by outsiders! Wei Luo came to the early tide for the first time and didn't pay attention at all. In addition, she came when she was 14 years old in her last life. Now she comes a year ahead of schedule, which naturally caught her off guard.

Wei Luo is trying to find out what spices are in the sachet. Hearing her voice, she asks, ”what's the hurry?”

Big thing, big thing! I don't know if anyone has seen it along the way. After thinking about it carefully, they basically didn't meet anyone when they came out. They only met Zhao Yu and Abbot Qinghu. Abbot Qinghu should have seen nothing. As for Zhao Xuan His face is calm and natural. Can you see it?

At this thought, the golden thread breathed a sigh of relief. She had to take the lady back to her room as soon as her highness Jing Wang and others didn't find out!

The golden thread came forward, quickly thought out the reason, and said with shame, ”the maid suddenly remembered that there was something that she had forgotten to take when she came out just now. Would you like to accompany me back?”

Wei Luo blinks, subconsciously asks: ”what thing?”

The golden thread could not answer, faltered, and finally blushed, ”what matters!”

Oh, in that case, Wei Luo reluctantly agreed. She handed back the sachet to Zhao Yu and told him before she left: ”there are sandalwood and Angelica in it. I don't know one of the remaining spices. If you want to know, I'll go back and ask aunt Han for you.” Before he could say goodbye, he was urged by the gold thread to leave and walked towards the guest room.

Worried that the blood of her clothes was seen by others, Hamamelis has been walking behind her intentionally or unintentionally, blocking other people's vision of the past.

Zhao Yi stands under the veranda, holding a sachet and looking at the back of Wei Luo. The black pupil is deep, the expression is unpredictable, and it will not move for a long time.

Of course she didn't know the sachet, because it was his.

He took his eyes back and smiled slowly. He was born with a sword eyebrow on his temples and a beautiful face. His expression was usually too cold. Even when he smiled, he felt an indescribable sense of oppression. At present, when he laughs happily, the Phoenix eyes are soft and the lips are clear, which is particularly good-looking.

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backyard, guest room.

Wei Luo is called back by the golden thread inexplicably, and stands in the middle of the room and asks, ”golden thread, what did you forget to bring?”

She walked into the inner room, took out her clean clothes from her pack, and immediately came out. She put away her nervous expression and smiled to remind her, ”Miss, look at the back of your skirt.”

Wei Luo screwed up her eyebrow. She didn't understand what medicine she sold in her gourd. She looked around and saw the dried blood in half a sound. With a small face, she finally understood why the golden thread had been urging her to come back. It turned out that she had come to the early tide! It's no wonder that she has been feeling out of place, weak and weak.

I can't help remembering that Zhao Yu was there just now. Did Zhao Yu see it? Would he laugh at her? I didn't come here until 14 years ago. Why is it so early this time?