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The soul is ups and downs, looking back at the prime minister, sighing, but it is just a dream The young master of Yun Mansion, who is free from dust, clever and rebellious, x n unfair beauties Yun Zhiluo, the young master of Yun Mansion, has a graceful and graceful appearance that is incomparable. Small theater one "Yun Yiyi, please take me to see the stars." Yun Zhiluo quickly closed the book and turned his head to look at Yun Yiyi. Yun Yiyi paused as he parted the tea, then raised his eyes and ran into the girl's slightly smiling starry eyes, looking at the stars? Don't all the stars in the sea surrender to your eyes? Yun Yiyi thought to himself, his eyes warmed slightly, but he said coldly: "I'll think about it." Small Theater 2 "Jingcheng Yue, what a song... Shocking music." Yun Zhiluo murmured, but he smiled at Jingcheng Yue from behind the screen. Jingcheng Yue smiled back as if he was sensing something. Everyone was stunned by that smile. Yun Zhiluo was stunned and said to Jingcheng Yue with an invisible mouth shape, "You are worthy of being mine." Then he realized that she couldn't hear, so he sent a voice message from his soul: "You are indeed my beauty." Everyone saw that the girl on the stage had a strange look on her face, but she soon returned to her original state. The girl thought: Don't ask, just ask because you are used to it. If you are used to someone's teasing, your psychological quality will naturally be bad. There was no reply from the beauties in the capital for a long time. Only then did Yun Zhiluo realize that the beauty in the capital ignored her and turned into a posture like Xizi holding her heart. I felt pity for her. Everyone just felt pity in their hearts. Just as she was about to step forward to comfort her, she realized that the beauty in the capital could not see her, so... She resurrected with full health in the next second, spraying the faces of those who felt sorry for her. Everyone: "..." So which ghost was so pretentious just now? I actually really want to comfort her. Is it because my ears are blind or my eyes are deaf? Small theater three Yun Zhiluo raised her eyes and looked at Si Qingchen's... Face. It was so beautiful. The master and apprentice's faces were indeed the best. She was just jealous in her heart. Si Qingchen raised his eyebrows and broke the beauty with one sentence: "Tomorrow night is the night of the dancers. Don't forget to participate." As expected, the master and the apprentice are both equally dark. Why don't we just look at your face? Do you really think your face is made of RMB and everyone loves it? But the moment he saw that face, he lost his temper so spinelessly. Well, Yun Zhiluo, a patient with severe late-stage facial cancer, said that she can, and very well. Forget it, my uncle can tolerate it, and so can my aunt. Yun Zhiluo adjusted himself, but saw Si Qingchen Shi Shiran leaving. At least on the surface, I am also your nominal elder. Hey, anyone with a good face is indeed not a good thing. Well, except for me, Yun Yiyi, the beauty from the capital, Yun Ranqiu, uh, Yun Ranqiu, forget it, and... The others with good looks are not good things. Yun Zhiluo was immersed in Wai Wai again. … Intention: A leaf may not obscure the eyes, but it is also undeniable that a leaf can tell the autumn.