My heart moved, and I remembered that on the day when the Venerable Master of the Jokhang Temple said the law, Lin Zhao'er, who was standing in front of me and Qingzhuo, once quipped: "Shuangcheng, you can laugh at me, look at the other day to see His Royal Highness King Wei, what do I say......"

In this way, this is a good story of flowing water and falling flowers. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

and was recognized and helped by Shuangcheng's brother Fan Yuru.

Then he stopped Fan Shuangcheng for Xie Anruo, and said with a smile: "I didn't understand, but with a wave of your pink fist, we all understand." ”

Shuangcheng became more and more embarrassed, hiding his face and saying, "You are all bullying." ”

Qing Zhuo hurriedly went over and pulled her hand down, leaned over with a small face and asked, "What do they understand?" ”

Xie Anruo and I glanced at each other, couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed out loud.

It was easy to stop laughing, so he called Cuinong to send several people's hand stoves over with a boom. Seeing that the sun was good, the wind was a little strong, and the three people who came from outside were also wearing cloaks, so she took a cloak with a yellow and yellow gold feather veil and tied it with me.

The four of them laughed all the way, and were surrounded by the maids to the garden by the corner gate.

The sparse skill is thin and thin, and the small calyx is dotted with jade light.

In the small garden, more than a dozen pink plum trees and two or three wax plum trees are in full bloom, and the sparse natural scenery is very wild.

Xie Anruo liked it very much when he saw it, took Qing Zhuo's hand and ran into the middle of the plum tree, sniffed his small nose, and said with a smile: "It's so fragrant." ”

He complained quickly: "The family is so big, but my father made it into a martial arts arena in front of me, and the back garden was occupied by my brother's relatives, and I don't like to plant some flowers and trees." Alas, it would be nice to be like this garden. ”

After she finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly realize that something was wrong, and unconsciously covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

Fan Shuangcheng smiled: "Isn't there one in your own yard?"

Xie Anruoti walked over, stretched out her fingers like green onions, and said, "There are only two or three trees on the edge of the hall, and people like to be in pieces!"

Kong Qingzhuo also ran over in small steps, and said with a smile: "What do you mean to be occupied by my brother's relatives? An Ruo, when you were a child, you were clever and eccentric when you played chess, and you always bullied me, but now that you are older, you can't understand what you say." ”

Xie Anruo glanced at me casually, then turned back to Kong Qingzhuo and said, "What don't you understand, my daughter is a coquettish guest in her mother's family, but she always has to get married, but it is the sisters-in-law who are the future hostesses of Xie Mansion." How the garden is arranged, it's not up to them yet!"

After saying that, he turned around and followed me into the Flower Pavilion, as if he didn't want to talk more about it. Seeing that there were refreshments on the table of the Eight Immortals in the Flower Pavilion, he asked the maid to clean her hands, picked up a piece of Bazhen cake and ate it in small bites.

Fan Shuangcheng sat beside her, picked up the teacup but asked a little puzzled: "But the current hostess of Xie Mansion is your mother, if you want to set aside a piece of land in the garden to plant flowers and trees, will your mother not follow? Not to mention that your father and eldest brother value you so much, even if it is your sister-in-law Huo, don't they also spoil you." ”

She took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Are you worried about Lin Zhao'er?" Don't worry, although she is stronger, she is very attentive to your second brother. In the future, I will be your second sister-in-law, and I will naturally let you, my sister-in-law. ”

Seeing that Xie Anruo smiled and didn't speak, as if he was dissatisfied with Lin Zhao, he asked, "You look like this, could it be that Gongzi Huaiyan said something?" But I heard that the adults of the two families have asked Tai Shiling to help them put together the eight characters. Isn't the marriage between your second brother and Lin Zhao already decided!"

I was holding a cup of hot tea, and the heat in the cup was swirling with wisps of white mist in front of my eyes.

The color of the tea soup is excellent, and the white porcelain is lined with more and more light green and clear.

It's just that the long and tightly knotted tea leaves are undulating in the tea soup.

Many dense white hairs floated out of the emerald green buds and leaves, trembling in the tea soup, as if they were about to be peeled out of the tea leaves.

From then on, the king had a wife, and Luo Fu had a husband.

My thoughts are surging here, and Xie Anruo over there has already reached out and pulled Fan Shuangcheng and said with a smile: "Why keep talking about them." Shuangcheng, you have been learning to dance with Aunt Gongsun for two years, right? Today, why don't you dance a song "Sword Weapons Escape", let us enjoy the Merlin?"

Qing Zhuo was originally holding a piece of bean paste yam cake, but when he heard this, he hurriedly swallowed the cake in his mouth, and also ran to Fan Shuangcheng's side and shook her shoulder, "Okay Shuangcheng, you still have this!"

Fan Shuangcheng has never been a flamboyant person, so he naturally felt embarrassed, but he was overwhelmed by the two of them, so he had to nod his head and agree. smiled at me embarrassedly again: "Zhao Xun, you see, is it appropriate?"

I immediately smiled and said: "There is not much difference in age between us, originally we were in one place to play and be affectionate, and if we talk about the prelude, I am afraid that Shuangcheng is still a sister, why be so restrained?

When everyone heard that Miss Fan was going to dance with a sword, they all wanted to see it, and they worked even harder. There were those who asked the mother-in-law to go to the guards to get an unopened long sword, and there were those who went to the Kabuki-in theater to pass the musicians, but after half a cup of tea, everything was ready.

Shuangcheng also asked his personal maid to take a set of clothes from the carriage and change them on.

The pomegranate-red riding and shooting suit was strong and unrestrained, and wearing a feather hat, Shuangcheng suddenly changed his gentle and beautiful style with low eyebrows and lettering on weekdays, and looked heroic and charming.

An Ruo had already clapped his hands and applauded. He dragged me down the steps of the Flower Pavilion and stood opposite Shuangcheng.

Shuangcheng stood under the plum tree, with the long sword in his hand, and closed his eyes.

When the drum sounded, Huo Ran opened his eyes, his energy was full of energy, his body was not moving, and his mind was already gathered.

Then the sword was raised, and the wind came with the momentum of thunder, provoking the surrounding plum trees to drop pieces of pink petals, and the fallen flowers flew colorfully.

In the rain of flowers, the drum beat suddenly changed, and he stepped on the ground as light as a swallow, retracting his sword and stretching his arms, tactfully and softly.

I couldn't help but applaud secretly.

Qing Zhuo stood on the steps of the Flower Pavilion, holding a piece of pastry in his hand but forgot to eat it, and only cared about cheering: "Sister Shuangcheng, it's so beautiful! Qing Zhuo also wants to ......."

However, she suddenly stopped at the word, and the next half of the sentence was stuck there, her eyes widened, and she raised her hand to the opposite wall, but she couldn't speak.

I saw that her expression was different, and I hurriedly turned my head to look, and the screams of the maids were already ringing in my ears.

A man jumped over the wall.

Looking at the age of his early twenties, with big eyes and thick eyebrows, he is not the appearance of a Daqi person in terms of description and clothes.

Someone in the musician's hand let out an exclamation: "Turks!"

The crowd suddenly became even more chaotic.

My heart was pounding: How could there be Turkic people in Xiao Wangfu!

Shouldn't they be far away in the Northlands?