How to Destroy the White Moonlight Image

The woman sitting on the white horse slowly came out from behind the curtain. She was graceful, wearing a hood, and her face could not be seen clearly, but her whole person was as eye-catching as a pearl and white jade.

Everyone stretched their necks and looked around.

The prince got up and rode forward with a bewildered look, wanting to talk to the beauty.

A woman said with disgust: "I really think I am some kind of fairy beauty, and I don't even dare to show my face. It's disgusting to be pretentious and pretentious."

As soon as the woman said this, she was immediately echoed by others.

The tree is big and attracts the wind, and a beauty like Lingyun Wengzhu is loved by thousands of pets, and is held in the palm of the hand by many men and treated with tenderness. Coupled with her cold and dust-free character, she was not liked by those women, so she was considered to be a fake.

Naturally, Su Baiyue would not take these words to heart. Now her whole body and mind are on Lu Wei's body.

The thin curtain couldn't block Su Baiyue's sight, she could clearly see the slender but slender back of the young man in front of her. Before long, this seemingly thin body will be on the battlefield, become a real man in purgatory, and then the brave will return and reach the pinnacle of life.

And for all of this to happen, Su Baiyue's push was needed. Only when Su Baiyue suppressed Lu Wei into the mud according to the plot, would the male protagonist try his best to lay a solid foundation on the battlefield and start the road to the pinnacle of his life.

Lu Yan's insight is very strong, Su Baiyue didn't dare to look openly, and only glanced vaguely. She was thinking about how to finish the third whip naturally.

She remembered that Weng Ling Yun took the third whip because she was instigated by a certain princess to be a sick pot. She was as arrogant and arrogant as the Lord Ling Yun, so she wanted to gallop on the racecourse, but accidentally fell off the horse, and Lu Wei was so arrogant. Quickly caught her.

But Lord Lingyun can't stand being dirty, she is the one who would rather fall on the ground covered with white silk than be touched by a lowly pickled manu.

So the third whip, mixed with the anger of Weng Master Lingyun, slapped Lu Yan's face straight.

The original book describes the third whip in great detail, saying that the trace runs from the male protagonist's left forehead to the right lip corner, a long line that seems to crack his face. Although the scar on the back faded away and was barely visible, Su Baiyue was still very psychologically burdened.

After all, the male protagonist is really too good-looking. On the one hand, she can't do it, and on the other hand, she feels that she is a bit blind for such a technical level.

Su Baiyue clenched the whip in her hand and became more and more nervous.

She even rehearsed several times in her mind how to draw so that it wouldn't really hurt the male protagonist. If Lu Wei was blinded by her whip, all the plots of this book might have to be reshuffled.

"Master Lingyun." A male voice came from the side.

Su Baiyue turned her head to look at her in a distraught mood. Before she could see who was behind her, she only felt her body crooked and fell off the horse.

Su Baiyue: ! ! The script is clearly not like this!

The woman who was as delicate as a gust of wind fell down from the horse. The wide sleeves are raised, like an orchid blooming lightly. The thin curtain was blown away by the cool wind and fell to the ground. Su Baiyue's cold face, which was white to almost transparent, was even more condensed and jade-colored in the light sunlight.

Lu Yan reacted very quickly and stretched out his hands to catch Su Baiyue firmly.

The woman in her arms was as light as a white cloud, weak and boneless, and a few water stains faintly appeared in those calm autumn eyes, showing a clear panic. The slightly open lips were bright as flowers, and on Hao's wrist, which was so slender that it would break when it was folded, was a jade bracelet that was completely white. At this moment, the bracelet slipped to the elbow, revealing a snow-white arm, and the green jade fingers tightly tugged at Lu Wei. The placket is like a frightened little milk cat.

"Master Lingyun!" The prince hurriedly dismounted and rushed over.

Su Baiyue was called to be clever, she quickly pushed Lu Wei away, and the whip in her hand took advantage of the situation.

With a "snap", the whip hit Lu Wei with precision, but this position was a bit awkward.

The prince was stunned on the spot by Su Baiyue's actions.

I saw the manu, who was wearing a servant's uniform, standing there in a daze, still keeping his hands open. A small slit was pulled open in the abdomen of his robe, revealing the trousers that were washed white inside.

"Hey, you look at that little horse slave, you look thin, but I never thought that this money is not bad..." The slutty princess covered her mouth and peeked at the molestation.

Lu Yan was stunned for only a moment, then quickly fell to his knees to apologize, his forehead hurriedly knocked down, swept over Su Baiyue's wide skirt, and finally stopped in front of her embroidered shoes, kowtow sincerely.

Big brother, is your little brother all right?

Su Baiyue tried her best to hold on to her aloof personality, and when she was thinking about whether to make up for another whip, she felt her whole body calm down.

The woman standing on the white silk ground had black oil and blue silk like a waterfall, her skin was delicate and smooth, shaped like a Penglai jade branch, and she was as beautiful as a goddess descended from the earth. Dressed in white, with a slender figure, the tender branches and tender branches seem to be pitiful to me.

The prince looked at Su Baiyue's slowly turning face, and even forgot to breathe.

The legendary jade beauty really makes people feel like they can't bear to blaspheme, but this sweet and cold breath attracts them damned.

"Master Weng!" The first to react was Su Baiyue's maid Jingwen. She quickly covered Su Baiyue with the spare cloak in her hand, and covered it with a cloak cap surrounded by white tiger fur.

The thick white fox fur made Su Baiyue's already white face even more cold and noble. The exposed lips, like the red plums falling lightly in the white snow, exudes a charming aura.

He is obviously such a clear and indifferent person, but he is also a little bit charming involuntarily.

Su Baiyue, whose face was as cold as snow, panicked in her heart.

What if the male protagonist can't be picked up by her?

The guilty Su Baiyue was in a hurry to leave the scene of the incident. She threw the horsewhip in her hand to the ground, turned around and left.

The horsewhip was stained with blood, and this Lingyun Wengzhu naturally would not want it again.

Lu Wei, who was kneeling on the ground, bowed slightly forward, and when everyone focused their attention on Su Baiyue, he quietly pressed the horsewhip stained with his own blood to his chest.

The first-class whip is soft and delicate, and there seems to be a gentle fragrance at the handle. Lu Wei curled up on the white silk cloth and took a deep breath. The cold wind rushed into his nostrils, and he smelled a faint cold fragrance. Drilled into his limbs and bones, causing him to shake his body and soul.

…

Lu Qian was born lowly. He was a cheap thing crawling out of the mud. In a dark corner, he lived like a wild dog.

The dilapidated house, leaking air everywhere, was a bit more miserable than the stable next to it. But Lu Wei really liked his shabby house. Because this house is leaning against the highest outer wall in the Weinan Palace, lying on the top of the wall, you can see the small garden not far ahead.

The cold and unworldly Wengzhu Lingyun likes this small garden the most. Every three days and two heads will come here to swing for a while.

A woman wearing a white dress and long gown, with a pair of plain white soft-soled embroidered shoes on her feet, her blue silk like a waterfall, dances with the wind. The noble and innocent face was coated with a layer of brilliance in the cold sun, and the whole person seemed to be transparent, exuding a jade luster.

Lu Yan was lying on the top of the wall, panting rapidly. He grabbed his body and stared at Su Baiyue, only to feel that his whole body was about to explode. The enthusiasm surged rapidly, converging at one point, causing him pain.

Su Baiyue sat on the swing, raised her head to bathe in the cold sun, and was very relaxed.

Su Baiyue's mouth was almost fading from the smell of a bird after holding on to the appearance of a fairy who didn't eat fireworks for so long. It's a pity that her maid, Jingwen, is dutifully guarding the gate of the small garden. In front of her, there is nothing at all except a pile of flowers and stones.

Fortunately, she secretly took a piece of cake from her mother's room when Jingwen was not paying attention.

Ah, it's simply delicious!

After being hungry for so long, Su Baiyue finally tasted a little bit of the firework in the world. She was almost moved to tears, completely unaware that her current appearance was being seen.

The cherry-red mouth lightly bit the soft hibiscus cake, revealing the plain white teeth, and bit down gently. The fragrant little tongue refused to let go of the broken Momo that fell on the fingertips, and licked them clean one by one, leaving a slight trace of wetness. The light pink hibiscus cake was pinched by the plain white fingers, but the micro-powder fingertips were more delicious than it.

A small piece of hibiscus cake, no matter how much you cherish it, you will finish it.

Su Baiyue carefully patted the broken Momo on her body, and swayed with the swing again, only then did she think of what happened a few days ago.

Now that the plot is developing smoothly, the male protagonist should not have been drawn out by her, right? After all, he is a male protagonist, how can he be so vulnerable.

After thinking about it so comfortably, Su Baiyue saw that it was getting dark, she put on her skirt and left the small garden.

At the corner of the wall over there, Lu Yan flushed with a pale face, tightly tugging at the waistband of his trousers, and slowly curled up against the wall.

…

The weather is getting colder and colder, Su Baiyue is lazy in the house during these days when there is no drama, except for the poor food, there is basically no worries.

"Master Weng, it's snowing outside, but it looks good." Jing Wen saw that the owner of her own family was not very interested in the past few days. Look, I heard that the red plums there are blooming just right."

Su Baiyue nodded with a cold expression, and then got up wearing a cloak.

The small garden was kept clean as usual.

This is Su Baiyue's small garden alone. Because this Lingyun Weng Master's temper is too strange, so as long as she is there, no one can be left in this small garden, not even a big maid like Jing Wen who serves closely, is not allowed to step into this private area.

This place is a rare place where Su Baiyue can breathe a sigh of relief. But she didn't know that someone was watching her in a dark corner.

Sitting on the swing covered with white fox fur, Su Baiyue lingered for a while, feeling hungry and cold, it might be better not to be hungry when she fell asleep. Thinking like this, she decided to go back to the house to sleep to satisfy her hunger, but when she turned around, she suddenly found an oiled paper bag on the stone table.

I don't know if it was because she was too hungry, or if the oil-paper bag really exuded a sweet and greasy pastry smell, she walked over involuntarily and covered the oil-paper bag with her hand.

There was still a warm air on the oil-paper package, as if it had been forgotten here not long ago.

Su Baiyue swallowed her saliva and carefully tore a corner to reveal the fragrant and soft red bean cake inside.

In the end, which little fairy has forgotten the delicious food in this world!

Su Baiyue's eyes lit up, and there was a smile on her cold, snow-like face, her cherry-colored lips were slightly raised, and there was a small pear vortex on her snow-white cheeks. Just from Lu Yan's point of view, he couldn't see whether there was a small pear vortex with the same appearance on the remaining half of his face.

But just this small pear vortex was enough to drive him crazy.

Su Baiyue thought that this might have been accidentally forgotten by the maid who cleaned the small garden. A few pieces of red bean cake, those maids who get a few taels of silver per month will naturally not come back to find them.

Su Baiyue thought about it like this, and rambled, "If you don't eat it, it will be cold. If it is cold, it will not be delicious..." In the end, it became, "If you look at me again, I will put you eat it!"

The red bean cake entered Su Baiyue's stomach steadily.

Su Baiyue licked the corner of her lips contentedly, wishing she could swallow all her fingers. It's so delicious, how can there be such a delicious red bean cake in this world!