Luoyang Brocade

This spit out is by no means an adjective.

Ling Jingzhen is really vomiting.

The stomach seemed to be continually stirred up, and the whole body was stiff and numb, and the fingers that had been touched by Lu Hao were hot, like burning with fire.

Lu Hao was also scared by the fierce reaction of Ling Jingwei, standing in the same place. Watching the painful vomiting of Ling Jing's face.

The human body responds most directly. He only touched her finger, her reaction was so fierce... It turned out that she was not a mouthful, she really hated him!

The voice of Ling Jing’s vomiting alarmed the white jade that was kept outside the courtyard.

Bai Yu hurriedly pushed open the door of the hospital. When he saw the appearance of Ling Jing’s wolf howling and vomiting, he was both shocked and distressed. Busy ran over, squatting Ling Jingyu, patted her back: "Miss, what's wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable?"

After the vomiting was clean, the twitching in the stomach finally subsided.

Ling Jing's body is weak, his hands and feet are sore, leaning against the shoulders of white jade, his face is bleak.

The sound of Baiyu has already choked: "Before it was so good, how suddenly it became like this. The slaves let people report to the wife, now please ask a doctor..."

"Don't alarm anyone." Ling Jing's voice was weak, but he insisted: "You help me into the house. I will rest for a while."

Bai Yuxi was too quiet, but he had no choice but to respond. The corner of his eye was aimed at Lu Jun’s stiff, ugly and sad face, and his heart became more and more strange.

What happened in the end? How did the lady suddenly spit it out?

"Miss is unwell, and the slaves help the young lady to enter the house to rest. It is inconvenient to send the young master." Bai Yu said it was very euphemistic, but the meaning was clear.

Yeah, he should leave too!

Lu Hao wanted to say goodbye to Zhang Jing and Ling Jing, and looked up to see the silence and the look of the wolf, and all the words swallowed back.

Then, turn and leave.

When I came, I was full of joy and hope, and I walked briskly. When I went, my heart was sore and sad, and my feet were stagnant.

......

Lu Hao lost his soul and fell out of the Qiushui Pavilion.

Just a few steps away, I met Ling Xiao.

"Hey cousin," Ling Xiao listened to Ling's footsteps with his ears up, and raised clean lines on his lips: "I have been waiting for you here. Have you seen the aunt?"

Lu Hao’s face was stiff and he couldn’t squeeze a smile. He only whispered.

Ling Xiao curiously asked: "Do you express your heart to her? What is her reaction?"

Lu Hao looked awkward and his voice was a bit low and dumb: "I am too abrupt. She has no feelings about me at all..." He can no longer tell himself by self-deception, in fact, she also has a good impression on him. It’s just that the girl’s restraint is not revealed.

She hates him! I hate it and don't want to look at him more! Disgusted that he only touched her finger, she vomited!

Thinking of this, Lu Hao only felt that the heart was like being hollowed out, empty and uncomfortable.

Ling Xiao couldn't see Lu Hao. I don't know that Lu Hao's eyes were full of sadness and sorrow, and even quietly lit up. However, he could hear the trembling and despair in Lu’s voice.

Ling Xiao secretly sighed and appeased to shoot Lu Hao’s shoulder: “Hey, cousin, don’t be too upset. Probably there is no fate between you and your aunt. You will learn from your family’s personal appearance. There will be a good marriage."

"Good marriage..." Lu Hao whispered and smiled.

There are so many beautiful and lovely girls in the world, no one can replace Ling Jingwei.

Without her, what good marriage is there?

Lu Hao was in a low mood and really did not speak. Ling Xiao didn't know how to comfort him. He thought about it and said: "Hey cousin, if you are in a bad mood, don't go to the theater. So you don't have anything to show in front of people. It's better to go back to the house, one person. Be quiet."

Lu snorted and left with a heavy pace.

Ling Xiao stood in the same place for a while, then walked to the Qiushui Pavilion.

......

Ling Xiao has been blind for many years and knows the way to Lingfu, especially the road to Qiushuige. I don’t know how many times I have gone. Already familiar with the heart. There is no need to help.

Just stepping into the yard, Ling Xiao smelled a strange smell, and also heard about the sound of Sosuo.

Ling Xiao frowned. I was about to open my mouth and asked, the voice of Baiyu had already sounded: "Six young masters, how come you are."

"White jade, what are you doing?" Ling Xiao did not answer and ask: "What about the aunt?"

Bai Yu was a little embarrassed, and finally said the truth: "The young master and the young lady of Lu’s family just talked alone. Somehow, the lady actually vomited and vomited. Now she is resting in the house! The slaves are here to clean up..... ."

After the words have not been finished, Ling Xiao has changed his face, and immediately lifted his foot to the quiet bedroom.

Because of my confusion, I didn’t have the calmness of the past, and almost fell to the ground.

Jing Yu exclaimed, and rushed forward to help Ling Xiao: "Young master, be careful!"

Ling Xiao’s thin chest rushed a few times, took a few deep breaths, and set his mind: “Reassured, I am fine. I have to go in and see the aunt.”

Jing Yu is not at ease, and he is not behind the ground behind Ling Xiao. When Ling Xiao pushed the door in, he stopped, gently closed the door and kept it outside the door.

"Auntie," Ling Xiao groped and walked to the bed, his face anxious and anxious: "How are you doing now?"

At the moment when Ling Xiao pushed the door, Ling Jing opened his eyes.

Her face is still pale, there is no blood, and the voice is a little weak: "I am fine, you don't have to worry."

"You have spit it out, how can it be okay." Ling Xiao sat down on the bed, his face annoyed and blamed: "I am not good, I should not make my own claim, arrange for my cousin to meet you privately."

Speaking of this, my heart is a bit strange. What did Lu Hao do, and let Ling Jing have such a fierce reaction!

Ling Jingxuan saw the doubts in Ling Xiao’s heart, but did not want to explain more. He avoided the weight and said lightly: “I really have nothing. I suddenly felt nausea, so I spit it out. It’s good to take a break. You don’t have to worry, don’t worry about today’s business. Tell others."

Ling Xiao solemnly should be down, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Auntie, do you really like your cousin?"

Ling Jingyi did not hesitate, and categorically said: "Of course not. If you can, I don't want to see him at all."

She only has a deep hatred and dislike for him, and she will never want to have a little bit of involvement with him in this life.

Ling Xiao is no longer chasing the bottom. Aunt hated Lu Hao and didn't want to see him. After that, he tried not to let him appear in front of the aunt.

The two did not speak and the room was quiet.

Ling Jing姝 looked down at her fingers, and the place touched by Lu Hao still had a strange burning sensation, which made her faint and disgusting, very uncomfortable.

This feeling is really not right...

Ling Jingwei tried to reach out and hold Ling Xiao’s hand. The soft hand is soft and warm, and the familiar touch is reassuring. The nausea that I had been tempted before, faded like a tide.

Ling Jingying was secretly relieved.

Ling Jing did not dare to rest for too long. After about half an hour, he went to the stage with Ling Xiao. The troupe is singing five women to worship life, singing the excitement and excitement. Everyone looks at the relish, but no one pays attention to the quiet and quiet return.

Only Ling Jing smiled and asked: "How have you been away for so long?"

Ling Jingyi replied innocently: "I don't like to listen to the drama. I just went back to Qiu Shui Ge and slept for a while."

Ling Jing is not suspicious of him, did not ask, took her hand and whispered: "Grandma's birthday feast has to be done for three days, this troupe has to sing for three days, these days can be lively.. ...."

Ling Jing was listening absently. The hand held by Ling Jing is not a strange feeling.

It seems that just because she was too abhorrent to Lu Hao, she would be particularly disgusted with his touch.

......

Shen Shizheng, the troupe finally dispersed.

The guests who came to Heshou gave a speech, and Lingfu was busy again and again. After the guests were finished, the family dinner at night was almost open.

Lingjia has been in Dingzhou for a hundred years, and there are many people. This branch of Lingfu is a serious rumor. Mrs. Ling’s seniority is extremely high. Today is the 70th birthday. I don’t know how many people come to Heshou.

Said to be a family feast, there are also a dozen seats. Men and women are going to sit down and sit down.

Lu An’s eyes swept away, but he did not see Lu’s figure. He couldn’t help but screw his brow and asked Lu Qian to ask: “Ah, what about the aunt?”

Lu Qian replied with a low head: "I have not seen my eldest brother."

I don't know what Lu Qian is doing, and I have been hiding from him for a few days. I met and never talked. He asked, Lu Qian did not dare not answer. But the way to avoid it, it is really boring.

Lu An said uncomfortably: "You are quietly looking for it and must come back before the dinner."

Lu Qian responded with a sigh of relief and went to find someone.

Looking at the figure that Lu Qian left, Luan’s mood was not much better.

It’s been a few days since I arrived in Dingzhou. Every day, I’ve been socializing with a few brothers. The officials of the size of Dingzhou City are close to each other. However, in the end, in Ling's family, many things have to converge... The banquet is full of some singers to accompany the wine, do not think about the bed.

For Lu An, who can't be a woman without a day, such a day is tantamount to repairing bitterness. It is really no fun to face the face of Ling's mediocrity and decay.

A sly god, a pretty face of the color of the city suddenly hit the mind.

Lu An has always been a mature woman who likes glamorous and enchanting, and most of the acolytes in the government are of this type. He never thought that he would be attracted to a girl who was not yet married...