MTL - A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating-Chapter 354 good looking majesty

  Chapter 354 The good-looking one is Your Highness

  Hue Ji felt that his words were too offensive to Brother Yan.

   But this sentence is too appropriate.

  Watching Yan Qing chase away, Ji Ji murmured, "Fufeng, I really think Mr. Xu will be even more angry."

  Fufeng: "Isn't it your Brother Lou?"

   "Get used to it in advance, he must really want to scold me." Hoe shrugged, "Actually, I think His Highness's new hairstyle looks pretty."

  Fufeng: "Perhaps, it's not the hair that looks good, but Your Highness."

  The two looked at each other, silently.

   On the other side, after knocking on the door, Yan Qing heard a muffled voice, "I'm sleeping and I don't want to open the door."

  Yan Qingzhui hummed.

   did not leave, but waited outside the door.

   Soon, the sound of walking was heard, and then the door was opened.

"cousin."

   was rubbed on the top of the head.

  Xu Shulou was a little embarrassed, and turned his face sideways, "I have grown up, so don't coax me."

  Xu Shulou did not lie to refuse him, he was really resting, but out of habit, he would never refuse to open the door.

   "You rest first, and come to me when you are rested." Yan Qingzhui said softly, "You can tell me about the unhappy things."

  Xu Shulou's eyes were a little sour.

   After sending him away, he couldn't sleep even while lying on the bed.

  The heat is concentrated at noon, and after noon, the temperature plummets.

   In the blink of an eye, the wind blew up.

  The paper next to the window is flipped.

   Several green plant leaves rippled.

  He didn't know if he just woke up or if he wasn't asleep.

   Washed away all the sweat, but still couldn't calm down, the water droplets on the skin were wiped dry, and it felt slightly cool to the touch.

  When Yan Qing chased the door of the room, he raised his hand to knock on the door, and the moment his knuckles were about to touch the door, he retracted it.

  He wants to go to the deck to blow some air.

  Under the moonlight is the familiar figure from the back.

  Even if the hair is cut short, so short that it can barely reach shoulders after being **** in a high ponytail, with the same stupid hair flying around as Lu Jingzhi, Xu Shulou can still recognize it as his brother at a glance.

  The verdant and strong bamboos are as straight, and the empty valleys are as lonely as orchids.

  Xu Shulou didn't want to be unhappy.

   I don't want to tell him either.

  But by mistake, he still walked over, "Cousin."

  Yan Qingzhui's first sentence was, "I think Xiaolu's craftsmanship is not bad. Look, do I feel like a man in the world?"

Putting aside the resentment in his heart and thinking about it seriously, Xu Shulou felt that it was the truth. His eyebrows were picturesque, his temperament was warm, and the wind blew the ends of his hair, and a few strands of black hair mischievously fell on his eyelashes, so he had no choice but to put it Pick it apart, the movement is casual and natural.

  The clothes are still neatly dressed, but there is less of the dull depression brought out by the palace.

  He is like a young knight who knows the world but not the world.

   "I don't think so." Xu Shulou said against his will.

   "Then Lou Lou thinks I look good when I have long hair?"

   There was a long silence.

  Xu Shulou kept looking up at the night sky until the moon in his eyes was covered with mist, and the end of his eyes was a little red, "I just think it shouldn't be like this."

  Yan Qingzhui did not speak, and watched the moon with him.

   "Before my aunt left, she touched your hair, she said...she said..."

  His voice choked suddenly, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he was speechless for a while.

  He remembered that it was also on a moonlit night that he found no one in the palace, and he was taken to the mountain after finding Xin Ziyi.

The lotus hadn't bloomed yet, the lake was empty, and his eyes were empty, he didn't shed tears, but said softly—today is a day for a routine haircut, but I don't want the palace man to touch my hair. I can't see her anymore, so, can I keep the temperature longer?

  (end of this chapter)