Escape to the desert and farming: the doomsday boss dressed as the best eldest sister

But Dianhong has said so, even if Li Wenli wants to follow, there is no reason.

Bai Junjun said calmly, "I can figure it out."

"Be careful." Li Wenli had no choice but to tell him.

Bai Junjun nodded and walked out first.

Dianhong glanced at the two without leaving any traces before following.

No wonder Dianhong observes like this.

These two didn't deal with each other before.

They are well-known resentful couples in the imperial capital. Back then, Bai Junjun made a fuss in order to retire the engagement, which was extremely violent and ugly.

If it weren't for the chaos in the world, I'm afraid that Bai Junjun's reputation as the number one talented woman would have been lost long ago.

I didn't expect these two people to come together again after going around for a while, and looking at the similar outfits, they look like a newlyweds, can they not attract people's attention.

However, Dianhong certainly won't ask for an exit.

She just observed carefully so that she could answer when the master asked questions.

The place where Wenren Pingting is located is Yuwen Luanfei's palace, which is located near the square and is also the most central part of Ying County.

Bai Junjun walked towards the palace, but the guards guarding Dongsheng Restaurant did not leave. Obviously, after knowing their whereabouts, Wenren Pingting would not let them go so easily.

It's just that I don't know if this meeting is a simple meeting of old friends as Dianhong said, or there is another grand banquet.

However, no matter what the purpose is, Bai Junjun doesn't care.

If Wenren Pingting wanted to get some cash from her, it would probably be... a bit difficult, she was never easy to bully.

Bai Junjun took time to leisurely arrive at the palace.

King Hanying is a literary and artistic person, and he is best at dancing, writing, playing, playing and singing, so his mansion is naturally full of luxury.

Bai Junjun walked in this huge palace, just like entering a painting.

I finally felt the true meaning of the four words "wealthy and compelling".

The plants, trees, corridors, and pillars here are carefully arranged, and as far as the eye can see, they all reveal luxury and wealth.

Bai Junjun salivated when he saw that.

I can't wait to pack all these pavilions into the space.

Dian Hong didn't know that a certain giant thought in his heart, and led her to shuttle through the carved arches, and when the giant was about to bear it, he finally arrived at a pavilion and waterside pavilion.

Outside the water pavilion is a large lotus pond.

It is midsummer at this time, when the lotus is in full bloom. Walking in this courtyard, I can only feel the fragrance of the lotus, which is particularly refreshing.

On the lotus pond, the winding corridors and carved wooden lamps complement each other with lotus flowers.

At the end of the winding and sympathetic corridors are pavilions and waterside pavilions.

At this time, there was a woman playing the qin in the water pavilion, and the sound of the qin was quiet and distant.

The pink one is the lotus, the warm yellow one is the lamp, the beautiful one is the guqin, and the beautiful one is the beauty in the waterside pavilion.

This picture is not only antique, but also reflects the harmonious coexistence of man and nature.

Bai Junjun was stunned for a moment, wishing to get a camera to record this beautiful scenery forever.

So this King Hanying is an artist, if this beauty is not set off by the surrounding scenery, how can there be such an artistic conception?

Bai Junjun did not move.

Dianhong invited her in several times, but Bai Junjun dragged her and said: "It's such a beautiful scenery, let's enjoy it again."

That posture is like a rich man entering a pear orchard.

"..." Dot red.

Finally, Bai Junjun had enough rewards, so he continued to walk in, and Dianhong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There are maidservants standing at the four corners of the waterside pavilion. They stand by the side of the woman playing the piano, their eyes drooping and their breaths held quietly like pottery figurines.

The woman playing the piano in the middle of the waterside pavilion combed her hair in a bun. She took off the gorgeous dress of the day and lost the coercion of the day.