After a while, >the shopkeeper put out several sets of exquisite dresses on the counter, and let the four girls of Xueying pick them.

"Little second brother, this time you are in a good mood when you meet our young lady, I didn't punish you, there will be a next time, the head on your neck, but you will be imprisoned!"

Among the four shadows, the phantom is the most prominent, her eyebrows and eyes are slightly raised, revealing a touch of coquettishness, slowly walked to the counter, and said to the shopkeeper in a low voice.

But it's so shallow, it doesn't seem to have a little strength, and there are some charming words, which makes the cold sweat that the corner of the shop's forehead just wiped out again, "The little ones know it's wrong, the aunts and grandmothers have a lot of adults, don't be with the small ones in general!" "The shopkeeper and Ling Wushuang and the phantom made amends one after another.

"Miss, what do you think of the colors and patterns of these dresses?" Qingying staggered her body and let Ling Wushuang look at the dresses she had lifted in her hands, "The slave thinks that Miss is right, only this bright red color is the best match for Miss." ”

"The slaves and maids think so too." Hua Yingle smiled and agreed.

Ling Wushuang's slender hands were folded, and he put them on his knees very elegantly, raised his eyes and glanced at the dresses that Qingying and the others had lifted in their hands, and said with his chin bowed: "Just the few pieces you have in your hands!" ”

"Yes, Miss!" The four shadows responded in unison, packed up their clothes, and under the flattery of the shopkeeper, pushed Ling Wushuang out of the good clothes shop.

"How can the street be so lively today?"

"Miss Hui, this is the annual poetry conference."

"Oh? Is there anything special about it? ”

Ling Wushuang didn't want to join in the fun, but the living face of the tree bark man, the young man in gorgeous clothes who passed by her, and the ladies in the boudoir surrounded by the girl, showed disdain in their eyes, which made Ling Wushuang's heart rise, Xiaolu single-handed, why not?

"Miss Hui, there's nothing special about it." Qingying replied to Ling Wushuang's words in a low voice, glanced at Miss Gongzi, who had looked at their masters and servants in the past, and then said: "Miss, that one is famous at the Poetry and Literature Conference, if Miss you make a move, presumably this year's title of talented woman in the capital will change hands." ”

It's not Qingying talking big, she heard her young lady lying on the bed last night, looking at the moonlight through the screen window, and casually wrote a poem.

"Huh! As far as you can speak, your young lady and my ability are so great? Jiao laughed, Ling Wushuang's beautiful eyes looked at Qingying, and said angrily.

"The slave didn't talk nonsense, the poem that Miss gave last night, the slave and the maid heard it all."

As soon as Qing Ying said this, he attracted the eyes of Snow Shadow, Flower Shadow and Phantom Shadow to Ling Wushuang.

"Miss, do I have one?" Shrugging his shoulders, Ling Wushuang neither admitted nor denied it.

"Qingying, is the poem chanted by Miss really good?" It was Huaying who asked Qingying, she was born with a baby face and a jumpy personality, and she seemed to be a good bully. In fact, when she went out on a mission and killed someone, the sword in her hand was never ambiguous, causing the other party to die under her sword, and she was stupid and didn't know it.

Asked by Huaying, Qingying smiled, "You three listen," a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and the moon wanders, and I have no moon shadow ....... "How? Isn't the poem made by the young lady very good? ”

Although Xue Ying didn't say much, she was delicate, "Miss, do you miss the old palace master?" ”

Ling Wushuang was stunned, she was lying on the bed last night, extremely bored, remembering that in this other world, even the dog that only accompanied her in her previous life was not around, and she felt it for a while, and casually borrowed a few words from the poems of the ancients, but she didn't expect Qingying, who had sharp ears, to lie on the couch in the outer room, and heard it all.

"Why should I think about her?" The words without any waves came from Ling Wushuang's red lips.

The old lady of the deity, dumped the negative man, left in a chic manner, for more than ten years, someone has taught the deity martial arts, but in the real sense of caring about the daughter of the deity, almost never had.

"Miss, the old palace master hasn't seen you a few times for so many years, but she still cares about you very much. You see, when she was going to meet her friends, didn't she send us over to listen to the young lady's dispatch! ”

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