Rebirth is not the queen's prostitute Wushuang

Forty-five Xileng

Butterfly Wing Pavilion.

The hollowed-out mahogany door is carved with complex and elegant patterns, exuding a delicate and graceful temperament. When you gently push open the door, you will see an exquisite mahogany round table covered with fine brocade.

A set of exquisite tea sets stayed quietly. The whole room was covered with crimson brocade decorated with beads, the surrounding walls were carved with white stone bricks, and a large Ru kiln flower was set against the corner of the wall to the east.

The white chrysanthemum was filled with a bag of crystal balls.

A screen divides the room into two halves.

When you cross the screen, you will find a gauze curtain, which hangs low, creating a hazy atmosphere.

There were curtains embroidered with flowers in various colors of gold and silver threads on the wall, and the embroiderer was the most exquisite at that time.

The bed was covered with an equally magnificent silk cover, with rose-red short curtains hanging around it. The chairs also had colorful covers, one of which was particularly tall, with a flowered ivory footstool in front of it. There were at least four silver cups.

The lamp holder, with tall candles lit, illuminating the whole house.

A delicately crafted jade-inlaid gum, a small sachet hanging on the curtain hook, a faint fragrance radiating. There is an ivory-inlaid dressing table on the table in front of the window, a white jade-like ivory comb lies quietly

On top.

This originally luxurious room is now in chaos, with broken porcelain all over the ground.

Shen Aoshan sat angrily beside the bed, probably because she was too angry just now and threw things hard, causing her to be a little messy. Her delicate face looked a little hideous because of her anger.

Next to it is a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with ink-like black hair spreading behind her, fair skin, slender eyes, delicate nose, and plump little mouth. She is wearing a big red jacket and a long green skirt. Although

He is still young, but he can already tell that he is a beauty, charming and a little naive.

It is this innocence that made Lan Ruoqing believe that she is a good sister who treats her sincerely.

At this moment, she leaned on the chair, looking at Shen Aoshan, with sadness and care in her eyes.

"Mom, what's the use of being angry? We lost this time, someone must have secretly gotten against us. I have already handled the matter well, why did there be any mistakes? Did you give up like that?"

The little girl's innocent face was completely inconsistent with what she said. "I have asked Mo Yu to find out who ruined our good things. If I were to know who it was, I would definitely tear him to pieces."

Lan Xi coldly pulled Shen Aoshan in silence, and then pressed her to sit on the stool in front of the dressing mirror, and said loudly: "Look at what you are now. If Dad comes, will he look at you more?"

After saying that, he pulled off the golden flower hairpin on Shen Aoshan's head, picked up the ivory comb to comb Shen Aoshan's hair.

"They are lucky this time. Next time, I will not let them escape like this." Lan Xileng said fiercely.

"Xileng, someone must have helped them this time. When I came out of Qingfeng Pavilion, I had seen both fronts and backs of the house, and there were not even a footprint. How did Chen Yinuo walk out of Qingfeng Pavilion?" Shen Aoshan

He said in confusion: "Is it a fifteenth day today, can you see a ghost?"

After saying that, Shen Aoshan couldn't help but tremble.

If Shen Aoshan knew that Chen Yinuo was known as "Steping in the snow without marks" in the world, she would probably not be so confused about the lack of footprints in the snow!