It was not early, and the princess had been out for a long time, and the slaves and maids who had been smiling and showing their faces were now ugly and anxious, and they must have been punished if they were late

Seeing that the princess was going to drive back, I took out the Jinpa that the princess had given to Yan Lu and unfolded it in front of me.

"Qingqing Zijin, relax my heart. The princess is really ingenious, and the words on the brocade are very beautiful, but I am ashamed to be dirty. Senior Brother told me to wash it clean, but unfortunately this blood stain..."I gave Jin Pa to Yan Lu, pretending to apologize, "Senior brother, what should I do?"

In the face of my adding oil and vinegar, Yan Lu just said seriously: "Asking the princess for forgiveness, I didn't mean to." ”

I shook my head in my heart, I really can't bear him if he doesn't forgive his sins.

"Sir, don't care. The princess bowed slightly.

I smiled and reminded, "Princess, if you don't get angry, can you embroider another piece?"

Zhang Liang and Shaoyu beside him chuckled in a low voice, and Yan Lu just put away the overly elegant smile on Jinpa's face.

The princess lowered her eyes and nodded slightly, and her smile was delicate and graceful.

"Second Master, what does this Qingqing mean?" Tianming suddenly asked.

"This ......" Yan Lu rolled up his sleeves and cleared his throat, and said embarrassedly, "After the class teaches the Book of Poetry, I will explain this poem." ”

The princess on one side smiled abruptly, her cheeks were already crimson like peach blossoms in May, and the soft breeze seemed to bring the dark fragrance on her body.

Shaoyu knocked Tianming's head with a 'snap': "You kid, you only know how to manage roast chicken, and you don't understand this." ”

"What is a roast chicken?" I wondered.

"The second master taught us "Guan Ju". Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. When it came to Ziming's mouth, it became ......" Shaoyu shook his head, funny and helpless, "Take care of the roast chicken, in the river island!"

"Huh?" I covered my mouth and smiled and bent over, in the bright world, roast chicken is really everywhere.

Everyone laughed. Tianming baby is so funny, thinking of all kinds of interesting things about him, I can laugh out of tears.

Our group returned the same way and walked slowly through the mountains and forests.

Raising the sleeves and brushing the flowers, laughing and laughing, every scene and object in front of you is like a freehand painting, and the beauty is beyond words.

There is a tranquil scenery in the eyes, and the spring flowers bloom between the eyebrows.

****

In the evening, as soon as Zhang Liang sat down beside several cases, I sat down beside him and stretched out my hand to him: "Zifang, show me Fusu's letter." ”

"Yun'er, there's nothing to see. He didn't lift his head, turned to the side, and said lightly, "It's just a love letter." ”

The word love letter made me stunned, and I held my chin casually, and said in a long tone with interest: "If it's a love letter, I'll read it even more!"

He asked unusually calmly, "Oh?

I smirked, "yes, what girl doesn't like love letters?"

With a smile on his lips, he said slowly: "Yun'er wants to see it, and I will write a letter to you in the future." ”

I stroked my forehead heavily: "Zifang, don't be kidding, Ziming said it was a painting, what is it painting?"

He raised his eyes and looked at me fixedly, and then put on a posture of wanting to interrogate: "Then Yun'er, why is Fusu so abnormal, do you mean it or not?"

I glanced at him and criticized him vigorously: "It is your fault that you don't say that I am free, and you don't give what is mine, this is not a fair deal, and it is a threat at all!

He smiled but did not answer, turned his head sideways and continued to read the book by himself, with a leisurely expression.

"Do you give it or not!"

He remained unmoved.

"If you don't be careful, I'll use mind-reading!" As soon as he said this, his hand was raised, as if he was really about to launch a move, and this natural action made me a little surprised. I suddenly mentioned mind-reading, and I had an even more strange feeling that I really knew how to do it.

He suddenly looked up alertly and stared at the palm of my hand.

I followed his gaze and looked sideways, startled, a ball of purple light lingering in the palm of my hand. I panicked, what the hell is this, it won't go off again!?

I looked at Zhang Liang with a pleading look and said innocently: "Is this thing lethal? I don't know why it ...... suddenly."

There was a slight worry in his eyes: "Yun'er, when did you learn the mind reading technique?"

"I haven't studied it. "I'm a little confused.

Zhang Liang thought for a moment, seemed to understand something, and muttered: "Maybe you really don't need to learn." ”

I frowned: "I don't understand what you're saying, so what should I do now?"

He said methodically: "Calm down, use the mental method, and recover the internal force." You just inadvertently imitated this move, and it won't be too powerful. ”

I closed my eyes, straightened out my breath, and meditated on the key to strengthen the thoughts in my mind, slowly guiding the inner breath to retract. The purple light in my palms finally went out, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yun'er, when you fought with the Star Soul yesterday, did he use the Qi Gathering Blade and Mind Reading Technique?"

I nodded.

Zhang Liang continued: "When I practiced sword today, I was surprised how you suddenly launched a move similar to Gathering Qi into a Blade. You've only been exposed to these two tricks head-on, and you've been able to do it without a teacher. ”

"My idea to make the sword glow did come from gathering qi into a blade. ”

"It sounds unbelievable but it's not impossible, how did you crack the Star Soul's trick?"

I recalled: "Based on the I Ching, Senior Brother Zilu taught me many mental formulas. Everything has yin and yang, and once the movement of yin and yang stops, everything will disperse. I tried not to force my way against this force, and before I knew it, I seemed to have a kind of resonance with that force, and then I didn't know why, so I found a balance breaker and broke through his moves, but I didn't feel like he was using his true strength. ”

"Why you can imitate other people's tricks, I can't guess exactly for the time being, but Yun'er" Zhang Liang looked at me and admonished seriously: "You must be careful yourself, pay attention to the use of mental methods at critical times, and the internal force in your body must be well controlled to use it freely, otherwise the consequences will be very strict, and you will accidentally injure yourself or others." ”

I pondered his words left and right, but I still didn't know anything about it. This power that came out of nowhere, although powerful, is completely uncontrollable, for me, having this kind of power is not at all as exciting and worthy as I imagined, but it spontaneously gives rise to a sense of fear and rejection, for fear that if I am not careful, I will set myself on fire.

I was so engrossed that his hand suddenly stroked the corner of my forehead, and a delicate smile spread on his lips, as if to soothe my confusion at the moment.

"Yun'er, a lot of things need to be slowly adapted, you should rest early, tomorrow we will go out of the village together to Songhai City. ”

"What's the matter with Songhai?"

The corners of his eyes raised slightly: "Take Yun'er to eat delicious food and watch a good show." ”

I was silent for a long time, and I asked incredulously, "So good?"

"Hmm—" he nodded in the same manner as he was a traitor.

I stared at him and looked at him carefully: "Don't change the subject, what about my letter!?"

He suddenly withdrew his hand, picked up the bamboo slip idly and continued to read, and wrote lightly: "I forgot where I threw it, let me think about it." ”

"You!" I snorted coldly, thought for a moment, then turned to a smile, and said firmly, "Okay, give it to me when you think about it, I believe that you are not a small-bellied chicken intestine~"

Hearing this, he raised his head, raised the corners of his eyebrows, and pursed his lips and smiled at me. The candlelight flickered, the smile rippled, quite warm and a little evil.

I was stunned by the laugh lines for a while, and finally pulled back to my fugue and quickly retreated to the side of the bed and got into the quilt.

"Yun'er, if you still feel cold, sue me. ”

"Huh?" I was blindfolded, and the feeling of hugging and sleeping yesterday made me feel another heat wave all over my body, and I hurriedly shirked it reservedly, "It's not cold, it's not cold at all." ”

Hearing him chuckle, "If it's cold, I'll put a quilt on you." ”

“…….”

I fainted, I really don't know what my heart is weak, in fact, it is quite warm and comfortable to sleep in his arms...... I was struck by the thought and got goosebumps. I slapped my face and slapped away this thought, my concentration is so bad! No one has ever proposed to marry, I have to have a bit of the style of the ancient ladies, I have to have my own reserve!

****

When I woke up early the next morning, Zhang Liang was no longer there as usual. When I was washing, I found a neatly folded brocade on a few cases, and when I opened it, it was actually Fusu's letter! No wonder Tianming said that it was an ugly painting, and what Fusu drew was clearly a mind map, and Tianming could understand it before it was called strange.

When I read this letter carefully, I immediately had mixed feelings, saying that it was false that I was not moved, and I also understood why Zhang Liang was so reluctant to give it to me, I think Fusu's letter must have shocked him.

Fusu remembers everything so clearly, bit by bit, every word I said, from the first time we met.

He learned the method of drawing a mind map by heart, and connected the bits and pieces between us in this way, drawing a dense net, each branch seems to be an imprint I carved in his mind, and each branch will extend out several veins, marking his interpretation and perception of my words and deeds.

I said: What is the point of immortality?

As I said, the changes of the times have their own ways to promote them, and the way of heaven is at ease in the hearts of the people.

I also told him that it is right to care about friends.

Reading this, my heart tightened, and what flashed in front of my eyes was that rainy night, and he let the rain wet the wolf.

Two branches are drawn at the end of this sentence, which read: care and rejection.

Two lines extend after the concern: special, sincere.

And behind the refusal are the four words he wrote quite heavily: see each other and hate it late.

At the end of the letter, he said: Your words are engraved in the heart and faded into the bottom of the heart.

He asked again: Ziyu, have I read you?

The words hesitate, the lines are as promised, touching the softest place in the heart.

Whose heart are we a painting? A term of time flies, the vicissitudes of life, has always hung in whose heart...... Treasured, protected?Eventually, as time slowly flows into the depths of memory, the years will eventually fall on it and draw the same end.

His words yesterday are still in his ears, he said to give him a little time to prove it, and he said that he hoped that I would choose the right person...... I think when he knew his fate, maybe he wouldn't be so obsessed with it anymore.

"You can only meet but not ask, only your own heart can be sought. I wrote a short reply and released the pigeon.

With obvious refusal, I don't want to think about his feelings after seeing it, every time he refuses, I can always see his lonely distressing eyes, he is a person with a sad fate, how can people bear to cut and stab him again. It's just that...... Many times it may be impossible to choose to hurt and be hurt, and the choice is cruelty or kindness, and he will only choose to embarrass himself.

This time he just misunderstood the relationship between me and Zhang Liang, so in the future...... When he knows some truths, will he misunderstand me more deeply? Will he think that every qiē is all my hypocrisy? What kind of use will he feel at that time?

With a sigh, I sat in front of the window, looking at the bamboo shadow swaying outside the window and seeing God. What is heavy is pressed on the heart, the bottom of the heart is depressed, and the fog and fog can't be dispersed.