Fanwai-knock over the vinegar jar

After a long time, Snow and Xuanxuan finally came together without any worries. Since Snow went through all kinds of hardships and finally won Xuan Xuan's trust, he was in a good mood. So thirty days a month, twelve hours a day, I couldn't wait to turn around her Xuan Xuan all the time. Xuan Xuan felt shy and uneasy at first, but later he gradually got used to it and enjoyed it at ease. However, on that day, Dejun of the harem suddenly brought a bowl of bird's nest porridge to Xuanxuan to drink, and smiled at Snow who stayed aside. Xuan Xuan was slightly embarrassed and turned to see Snow, but she was seeing her head lowered and shy. She couldn't help wondering slightly. Turning to see Dejun again, I suddenly felt that although this noble gentleman who sealed the book was dignified, handsome, considerate and gentle, he still looked too feminine, too artificial, too gorgeous in clothes, too simple in shoes, not solemn between eyebrows and eyes, too much powder on his face, too fragrant flowers on his body, and too delicate collars around his neck... Until Dejun retired with great interest, Xuan Xuan still grinded his teeth and wanted to pour the bowl of bird's nest porridge on the shy little white head. Restrained repeatedly, finally restrained the impulse, he can't let Snow feel capricious and jealous, he had promised before... he is quite gloomy. Snow and Xuanxuan have been smooth sailing for too long, gradually forgetting the hardships of many years before. As a result, I gradually forgot to observe what I said and try to figure out from time to time, and became more and more in line with her name-Snow got up. She was not shy by a look in Dejun's eyes just now, but remembered that the man regarded himself as a man and advised himself to enter the palace as a monarch, forcing him to smile. At this time, when I saw Xuanxuan sinking his face and not talking, I stuck it up and laughed and teased him: "Why doesn't Xuanxuan drink porridge? This is what Dejun specially cooked for you. I can't even drink it if I want to..." But I didn't want Xuan Xuan's face to get uglier. I stuffed the cold porridge in my hand into Snow's hand and said coldly, "Do you like you to drink! What's so rare about a bowl of porridge..." "..." Snow froze. Xuan Xuan continued: "Look at you like this, you nest here all day long, there is no woman at all..." "..." Snow cold sweat. "You are uneasy here, it is better to find who to find who to go, don't be an eyesore here..." Xuan Xuan stretched out his finger, a little bit of Snow's forehead. Where does a white person like Snow understand that Xuan Xuan is angry first and then jealous? In my heart, I was still wondering how Xuan Xuan knew that she had been anxious to find the account book recently. I replied foolishly, "How do you know I am upset? I didn't look for it because..." Hearing this, Xuan Xuan's heart was half cold and pushed Snow: "I don't care what you are doing, what you should do..." Snow dawdled for a moment, thinking that he had been accused of "not looking like a woman". If he dawdled again, he would become "sticky than a man", so he had to put down the porridge bowl and go out to find Mo Shang to solve everything. So Snow naturally didn't know. As soon as she went out, Xuan Xuan was so angry that she smashed the porridge bowl all over the floor and smashed two flowerpots for burial. So Snow of course did not know, Xuan Xuan in her leave this moment pondered, determined to fight to the end will not be soft and resolutely crack down on Mistress small four or even small infinity. But how to strike? Know it with emotion, lure it with... color When Snow returned to her love hut with Xuan Xuan, she was greatly frightened. A man with a long figure, pearls and emeralds on his head, fingertips dyed with Zhu, hazy clothes and twisted face sat in the position where Xuan Xuan used to sit and smiled at Snow. Snow rubbed his eyes, withdrew, looked at the yard, looked at the lintel, rubbed his eyes again, stepped back into the house, trembling in his voice and asking indefinitely, "Xuan Xuan?" Anping Yanxuan's pale and rouge face was even more distorted. He got up and turned around twice, pinching his throat and asked, "Snow, do you think Xuan Er looks good dressed like this?" Snow's face is also distorted. Snow feels that he is facing another big crisis. Why did Anping Yanxuan, who has always been fresh and agile, become like this? She was tongue-tied. He thought she couldn't help it. Anping Yanxuan is the first time in his life to try to dress himself up like this. Naturally, he does not know the skills. Just as people who write novels for the first time will be narcissistic and think that their writing style is very good when they see readers, Anping Yanxuan, who is wearing makeup for the first time, also has a rare narcissism that his dress is very charming. Yes, it's been a long time. He hasn't seen Snow keep his eyes open like this. Snow always squinted his eyes, skewed lazily on the soft collapse, and smiled at him casually. Now, it is uncharacteristically, full of eyes... Well, Xuanxuan suddenly had some doubts. In Snow's eyes, it seems that it is not surprise or obsession but shock? "Snow? What do you think?" He felt a little uneasy. But I heard Snow's dull answer: "Why did the handsome boy become a transvestite overnight... I, I..." Xuan Xuan frowned. He didn't understand, but he understood that it would never be bashful. Snow instantly reacted, Xuan Xuan convulsions must be due to the so-called appearance problem, but, Xuan Xuan not always don't care about this? Snow feels that he is facing another big crisis. Why did Anping Yanxuan, who has always been fresh and agile, become like this? She was tongue-tied. He thought she couldn't help it. Anping Yanxuan is the first time in his life to try to dress himself up like this. Naturally, he does not know the skills. Just as people who write novels for the first time will be narcissistic and think that their writing style is very good when they see readers, Anping Yanxuan, who is wearing makeup for the first time, also has a rare narcissism that his dress is very charming. Yes, it's been a long time. He hasn't seen Snow keep his eyes open like this. Snow always squinted his eyes, skewed lazily on the soft collapse, and smiled at him casually. Now, it is uncharacteristically, full of eyes... Well, Xuanxuan suddenly had some doubts. In Snow's eyes, it seems that it is not surprise or obsession but shock? "Snow? What do you think?" He felt a little uneasy. But I heard Snow's dull answer: "Why did the handsome boy become a transvestite overnight... I, I..." Xuan Xuan frowned. He didn't understand, but he understood that it would never be bashful. Snow instantly reacted, Xuan Xuan convulsions must be due to the so-called appearance problem, but, Xuan Xuan not always don't care about this? Rubbing. Rubbing. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. Snow finally rubbed behind Xuan Xuan, who had turned his back to her, and reached out and endured the strong smell of fragrant powder and hugged him. When his body was stiff, it was rare to bring a cry in his response: "I know that I am not good-looking. Since I was a child, my father has held me and sighed. The boy looks like a girl... and will not decorate..." Snow felt his heart twist a little. Hold, comfort, from beginning to end... "Xuan Xuan, do you know that what I like is never your appearance, but just you." "What I like is your nature, your consideration, and your occasional toughness..." "Xuan Xuan..." Anping Yan Xuan blushed. Snow, on the other hand, seldom began to understand: "Xuan Xuan, you are really cute when you are jealous."