Window Han Xiling

When Qian Qiuxue saw Zhuo Zhuo for the first time, she had just opened the window, and the cold air mixed with snowflakes came in, blowing away the suffocating fragrance in the room.

Zhuo Zhuo was only 17 years old at the time, and he loved pink long skirts very much.

"How old is it?" She asked, with a drawn-out tone and a raised ending, a little coquettish and a little lazy.

"Fifteen." Qian Qiuxue whispered.

"what is it call?"

"Thousand sixteen." There are rules in the Qian family, and the children and grandchildren are not officially named until they reach the age of crowning.

Zhuo Zhuo said: "You look up."

The girl raised her head, and for a moment, the few people in the room who were chatting and laughing fell silent.

She was born very well, as pure and white as celadon, and also like the soul of a fox who has been cultivated to a fine level, who turns around and loves sex.

Qian Qiuxue has a pair of very beautiful eyes, and the brilliance is flowing, which is extremely bewitching.

This kind of appearance is a sign of poor fortune, and she is indeed not a person of great fortune and wealth.

I lost my mother at the age of five, and my father at the age of nine. Now my elder brother was murdered again. The leader of Mingjiao had been in contact with the Qian family, so he took the child back. However, the leader is old and has no energy and no will. To teach this child, let someone bring it to show to several of his apprentices.

Those few are all masters with outstanding talents and eyes above the top. If Qian Qiuxue hadn't raised her head, no one would have looked at her directly.

Zhuo Zhuo put down his teacup and said, "How do you brothers feel?"

She is not very old, and she has a lot of style. It can be seen that she has been used to this appearance.

Jing Xing said indifferently: "Not bad——do you like it?"

Zhuo Zhuo nodded and said, "I like it."

It doesn't look like an individual, but it seems to be a batch of rare goods.

Qian Qiuxue was neither annoyed nor angry, she stood beside her without making a sound.

Since the accident in Qianjia, all kinds of colds and colds, she has tasted all the tastes. Now she just wants to live, and then she has practiced kung fu so that that person will pay with blood.

The elder brother is pure-hearted and ascetic, in his eyes, skins are not as interesting as a volume of Buddhist scriptures, and he can say that it is not bad, but because his younger sister likes it, it is to save face.

"However, I heard from the master," Jing Xing obviously didn't know how to take care of this 13-year-old girl, "her foundation has been ruined, I'm afraid she won't be able to practice Mahayana in future martial arts."

"Brother, what you said is wrong." Qi Ao played with the folding fan with the butterfly pendant in his hand, and said with a low smile, "A face is enough."

Jing Xing said: "Nonsense."

"It's not a closed disciple, so what's the point of keeping it for play?" Qi Ao said: "Zhao Zhuo, if you really like it, then stay and send it to Master Yao and the others, this child won't even leave a bone scum. "

"Heretics." Jing Xing said coldly.

Zhuo Zhuo turned his eyes back from the window and said, "What do you think?"

What she asked was Qian Qiuxue.

Qian Qiuxue hesitated again and again, and finally knelt down to this girl who was not as old as her brother, kowtowed, and said, "Yes."

Outside the window is Minshan Mountain, the thousand-year snow has never melted, the boat is parked on the frozen river, with ice-breaking iron claws installed on the keel, under the lead-colored sky

The author has something to say:

The vulgar master-student story is just for fun, don't take it seriously.