Before Pei Zhaolin could say the last word "person", he was interrupted by Cui Jintang, who was unable to bear it any longer, waving his hand.
She held back from slapping Pei Zhaolin, who didn't know where he had been and was covered in the smell of green tea, flying with one palm.
Saying word by word: "I have no appointment with anyone else. I only made an appointment with you. So, are you relieved?"
Back then, not only did she learn from the Nest Dweller, but also under the intentional or unintentional connivance of the Great Elder, in the huge back house of the Cui family, she relied on her acting skills to overpower all the little ghosts.
How could she not see through Pei Zhaolin's acting skills?
Thinking of this, Cui Jintang looked back at Pei Zhaolin, who was slightly raising his lips and just complacent.
Unexpectedly, Pei Zhaolin thought she regretted it, and immediately tensed up all over, nervously swallowing.
"What's wrong, Tangtang?"
Cui Jintang: "..."
This artificial strength.
Forget it.
Just pretend she can't see through it.
--
On the day of the Double Ninth Festival.
Early in the morning, the maidservants who served Cui Jintang were like they were on a chicken blood, constantly putting on makeup for Cui Jintang.
Even all the popular dresses in the Qinghe clothing store at the moment were all moved in front of Cui Jintang at this moment.
Their eyes were bright, and they lined up the dresses in a row.
Shouting in unison at Cui Jintang: "Girl, please choose!"
Cui Jintang got up dizzy, frowned, and it took a long time before she "ah" sound.
She stepped forward and casually pointed to one.
She sat down in front of the bronze mirror very puzzledly, looking at the extremely enthusiastic maidservants in the bronze mirror: "Isn't it the Double Ninth Festival today? Why do you want to dress up like this?"
The maidservant looked like she hated iron for not being steel, and hugged the dress and rushed forward quickly: "Girl!"
"You've been recuperating in the room these days. It seems that you don't know what's going on outside these days!"
"A few days ago, the prince pulled out the dark stakes with Du Heng as his hand because of Du Heng's robbing of the common people's daughters and raising baby girls."
Cui Jintang continued to draw her eyebrows, not taking it seriously: "Isn't this very good?"
"Girl, why don't you understand!"
The maidservant was almost dying of anxiety, and quickly walked to Cui Jintang's front and squatted down, saying: "Now there is no princess in the prince's mansion, and there is not even half a concubine. Everyone outside is thinking of giving each other dogwood on the Double Ninth Festival. When they get it, they can get the favor of the prince!"
Cui Jintang paused the movement of her lips.
She pursed her lips.
In the bronze mirror, her skin was like coagulated fat, her lips were rosy, but her pair of peach blossom eyes were slightly drooping, with a touch of cold and alienation.
When she tilted her head slightly, a little red mole on the side of her neck was revealed, adding a bit of charming and charming meaning.
Very good.
Cui Jintang was still very satisfied with her appearance.
But when she got up, the hand that was originally going to the sea cloud pattern silk dress silently turned to the other Begonia Smoke Cage dress.
Wearing it was like the red glow in the sky, and when she moved, it was like the clouds and mists were lingering. It was extremely beautiful.
As soon as Cui Jintang put it on, the eyes of the maidservants were straight.
--
As soon as the time to go out arrived, Fu Li came in a hurry to urge.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Pei Zhaolin facing the robe in front of him, looking thoughtful.
The moon-white cloud pattern brocade robe was too plain.
The ink-colored gold-embroidered robe was too heavy.
Fu Li listened with a big head and quickly said: "My lord, if you keep dawdling, Miss Cui will wait for you under the sun instead!"
Pei Zhaolin frowned and walked leisurely past a row of robes, saying lightly: "Don't worry, I have my own rhythm."
Fu Li: "..."
Oh my god!
Pei Zhaolin's fingertips brushed past a row of robes.
Suddenly stopped on a rouge red arrow sleeve robe with silver trim.
Only then did a trace of satisfaction appear in his eyes.
Pei Zhaolin adjusted the angle of the jade belt hook repeatedly in an orderly manner, and then picked up the gilded incense ball to make the cuffs fragrant.
Even the hair crown that matched the clothes was changed twice.
Afraid of looking frivolous, after picking and choosing, he chose a simple and plain mutton fat jade hairpin.
Pei Zhaolin paused, but was afraid that the jade hairpin was too plain.
Just as Pei Zhaolin was still struggling to choose, Cui Jintang, who had already run out of patience, kicked open the closed door.
Behind her was a group of maidservants who were anxious to jump up and down but did not dare to stop her.
Cui Jintang picked up the hem of her skirt, stepped over the threshold, and looked at Pei Zhaolin who was still choosing a hair crown in front of the mirror, and immediately clicked her tongue.
"What are you dawdling about? If you go to watch the sacrifice later, you will only see people!"
Pei Zhaolin suddenly turned around. After seeing it was her, the corner of his mouth subconsciously raised.
The two words "Tangtang" were also read by him extremely lingering and lingering.
Cui Jintang was stunned by his face.
Immediately afterwards, she casually fiddled with it twice, and casually took a green jade twig crown and handed it to him.
"Just this one."
But Pei Zhaolin didn't take it, but lowered his head slightly and gently supported her hand holding the hair crown.
At such a close distance, she could see the rolling of the Adam's apple exposed from the collar of his Chinese clothes.
He suddenly leaned in, smiling lowly, every word was bewitching.
"Tangtang, will you help me wear it, okay?"
Cui Jintang's ears began to heat up involuntarily.
She coughed lightly, turned her face away, but still didn't throw away the green jade twig crown.
Cui Jintang stood on tiptoe, and Pei Zhaolin cooperated and bent down slightly.
Her fingers gently passed through Pei Zhaolin's black hair, and then put on the hair crown firmly.
During such an intimate movement, the breaths of the two involuntarily intertwined, and the atmosphere began to become subtle and charming.
"Okay."
Cui Jintang said softly.
As soon as she let go, she wanted to take a step back.
The next moment, her whole body was gently hugged by Pei Zhaolin, who was faster.
Cui Jintang's body froze slightly.
It seemed that Pei Zhaolin had been incense just now.
A faint incense always lingered on the tip of her nose, making her originally a little flustered heart gradually calm down.
Cui Jintang could feel Pei Zhaolin's hand gently resting on her back.
The strength was gentle and with a hint of imperceptible nervousness.
"I like the hair crown that Tangtang put on for me very much."
His smiling voice sounded beside her ear.
With a bit of hoarseness and bewitching, the heat made her ears feel even hotter.
--This is not okay.
Cui Jintang seemed to turn her head inadvertently, and her bright red lips brushed past his neck indistinctly.
Almost instantly, Pei Zhaolin, who was still leisurely and leisurely, became tense all over.
He stared at her lips without blinking, and his Adam's apple couldn't stop rolling up and down.
But the culprit, Cui Jintang, seemed to be unaware, and took a step back as if nothing had happened.
She turned around and was about to leave: "Since the hair crown is also worn, then let's set off quickly."
Leaving Pei Zhaolin alone, standing there.
As if in a daze, he reached out and touched the side of his neck.
Looking at the bright red color on his fingertips, he suddenly lowered his head and laughed.
He actually...
Was rewarded.
At this moment, joy filled his entire brain, and Pei Zhaolin even wanted to announce it to the world at this moment!
Raising the corner of his mouth that he couldn't hold back, Pei Zhaolin quickly followed up.
"Tangtang, wait for me!"