Chapter 147 Begonia Night

Ao Xuanyun turned his head to look at Qiu Yun in the mountains, but his eyes were facing each other, and he was so frightened that Qiu Yun in the mountains hurriedly turned around, as if his thoughts had been seen through, but Ao Xuanyun smiled and said: "Brother Qiu Yun, the gouache has been sent, and I ask you to paint a beautiful portrait for the palace master, we can't wait to see you paint with your pen now!"

Shanqiu Yun's face was red and said: "Okay, I wonder if the palace master is painting here?"

In the eyes of the painter, everything in this realm is a painting scene, regardless of beauty or ugliness, but in his heart he still has a soft spot for beautiful flowers, and just now he was a little strange Ao Xuanyun pulled him as a favor, but now he is very happy, and he also feels that he should help him.

Shui Wushuang listened to it and thought about it for a while, and then saw that this hall was very formal, and slowly got up and said: "This place is where my sister deals with the town's daily affairs, it is a little serious, and it is a little incompatible with me, come with me." ”

After saying that, he walked around the screen from the back of the hall, but behind it was a garden.

Everyone knows that there must be a hole in the back, so that the water is unparalleled, and they all follow to the garden.

This garden connects the front hall with the back hall, although it is not big, but the landscape is very exquisite, and the outer garden of the water unequaled bedroom is different, at the end of autumn, it is still full of flowers, the green grass is fragrant, an osmanthus tree is exuding a strong fragrance, and the tree side is a fake stone mountain, this stone is white and clean, more than two feet high, like a fairy wearing a white veil standing here, shouldering a flower hoe, is planting trees and flowers in this garden, very leisurely, and the outside of the mountain stone is full of jade condensation, unlike the ordinary stone in the sea, the outside of the stone in the sea will be soaked by seawater, and become rough and uneven, and this stone is white jade Tiancheng, but the fairy-like skirt naturally formed a low flat slope, like the jade bed on the skirt.

There are all kinds of vine flowers planted around the osmanthus tree, passing through the stone cracks of the white jade rockery, around the whole white jade rockery, like a green scarf inlaid on the white jade rockery, and the broken flowers are hidden in the green vine, like a flying butterfly, shuttling in this white jade rockery mountain, at first glance, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Shui Wushuang leaned on the white jade bed and lay down, it was very compact, it was under the osmanthus tree, the most delicate scene in the white jade rockery, around the garden, more than a dozen lanterns, but they were set up according to the scene, and it was not uniform, some passed through the osmanthus tree, scattered among the white jade and red flowers, and some were in the four corners of the garden, emitting dark light alone, making the grass more verdant, and some were hanging on the pillars, shining the small stream flowing around, sparkling, intoxicated in the roar of flowing water.

The most ingenious is the light that illuminates the white jade bed from the front, and the fluorescent light is red in the red light, so that Shui Wushuang lies on the jade bed, and the delicate face is more beautiful than usual, and the slightly half-cut hands and arms like lotus roots, but they are reflected with the white jade through the pale yellow gauze, which is more like clotted fat than the white jade, and on the white jade bed, in the light and flooding, Shui Wushuang is more graceful, natural and decent, blending with the scenery, and adding to the beauty.

Shui Wushuang looked at the mountain and said, "Son of the mountain, how about I lie here!"

Qiu Yun smiled slightly, and said with great satisfaction: "The palace master has a graceful posture, his face is like a sea dress, and his skin is like condensed fat, but this white jade bed complements each other, and it shows the beauty of the palace master!"

When Ao Xuanyun heard this, his heart was happy, he didn't want this mountain autumn rhyme to be so flattering to Shui Wushuang, it seems that the beauty of this realm is blessed with nature, and people like it when they see it, even if it is like the mountain autumn rhyme, the man who is cold to people has to praise him sincerely.

Ao Xuanyun looked at this white jade bed, looked at Shui Wushuang on the bed, frowned slightly, Shui Wushuang saw it at a glance, and said slowly: "Does the Nine Spirit Guardian think that I am lying here and not worthy of this white jade bed?"

No one else saw Ao Xuanyun's expression just now, and they all felt strange because Shui Wushuang asked this question, after all, in the eyes of the two girls, Harier and Hongfeng, this is also a work of beauty, white jade is clean, and people are more beautiful, both of them are sincerely appreciative, without half jealousy, but I don't know what Ao Xuanyun will think?

Ao Xuanyun said lightly: "The palace master is too worried, the palace master and this bed are very compatible, and the palace master lies down like this, but compares this white jade bed, when the palace master is not lying, this white jade rockery and this laurel saffron are also the best scenery in this garden, but the palace master is lying on the jade bed, but they have become a foil, and the palace master is more beautiful and fragrant, even this osmanthus is ashamed!"

When Shui Wushuang heard this, he smiled and was very satisfied, but he asked again: "Then you are frowning and worried, but you are worried about my sister!"

Ao Xuanyun sighed and said: "The palace master is not only glamorous, but people are as smart and clear as this white jade, of course, my little careful thinking can not escape the palace master's eyes, I think this night scene matches the palace master, but I don't know what kind of scenery is when the palace master sister lies here, I just can't see each other, but I want to see it very much, and sigh, the beauty of life is one of them, but it is one of them!"

As soon as everyone listened, now they know why Ao Xuanyun sighed, how can this fish and bear's paw have both, the water of the day is unparalleled and light and suitable, like a hidden orchid, if it is lying in addition, it must be another gorgeous scene, but under the night, the flowers are dim, but it is more necessary for the palace master of the cloud palace to be so delicate as a begonia posture to lining, day and night, it seems that there can only be one of them, and at night can not feel the gentleness of the water in the daytime, only the palace master Shui Wushuang is as amazing as fire.

When Shui Wushuang heard this, he said lightly: "I know you will like your sister, but I don't want you to even care about me, but I am happy for my sister and very pleased, but in this Shuangling Town, if husband and wife can naturally get along day and night, if you have a heart, I also want to fulfill you, I don't want to make that sister sad." ”

When Shui Wushuang said this, several people were surprised, and there was a trace of jealousy in the eyes of Qiu Yun who was painting, while Harier and Hongfeng looked at Ao Xuanyun, with expectation in their eyes, but also disappointment.

Only Bai Huan was unhappy, his face flashed gloomily, it seemed that he had a soft spot for the Shui Wushuang Palace Master, and he didn't want Ao Xuanyun to insert it diagonally, and so easily please the Cloud Palace Master who was difficult to serve, and he swallowed his anger everywhere, but he was not favored by Shui Wushuang, and his heart was not an ordinary taste, and he walked and stopped when he was alone in the garden, infinitely melancholy.

Ao Xuanyun's thoughts in his heart were revealed by Shui Wushuang like this, and he looked a little embarrassed for a while, just like a naked person, who was suddenly torn off the fig leaf around his waist by a girl with a twilight heart, his face was hot, and then he looked at the strange eyes of Harier and Hongfeng, and Bai Huan's unconcealable hostility, even Shan Qiuyun was a little disappointed in him, but he couldn't find words for a while.

Shui Wushuang looked at the embarrassed Ao Xuanyun and grinned: "I never thought that the Nine Spirit Guardian has always been cynical and joyful, but at this time, his face is red, and he seems to be exhausted, but don't worry, even if my sister likes you, I also know that you are an amorous seed in the vast expanse, if there is a girl who likes you, I am afraid that I can only add more lovesickness, but there is no way to take you." Ha girl and Hongfeng, don't look at him like this, you should know his character, which is both loved, but even more hated, and my sister is difficult to forget about you, but I don't know whether to love more or hate more, she is not as frank as me. ”

Shui Wushuang said this, but it made Harriele and Hongfeng a little embarrassed, although her words described Ao Xuanyun very appropriately, both loved, and even more hated, but there are so many people who are willing to bear the torture of hate in love, and no one wants to give up.

"Sister Wushuang, don't pull people with Harelle, although he is the guardian of the Nine Spirits, I hate him very much, especially his very complacent eyes, as if everyone is waiting to marry him!"

Hongfeng is anxious, and her speech is also straightforward, although she intends to refute, but in the end, she also reveals the girl's thoughts.

Shui Wushuang smiled happily, looking at Hongfeng, whose face was also flushed, he also liked it very much, as if he was appreciating a pair of little grudges losing their temper, and there was a feeling of satisfaction.

Harelle knew that Hongfeng was clumsy, so she gently pulled Hongfeng and said, "Hongfeng, don't affect the palace master, let's go and see the scenery with Bai Huan Gongzi." ”

After Harelle finished speaking, she pulled Hongfeng to Bai Huan's side and watched the sky together, but after all, there was only a black face in the night sky, and the shining starlight, which made people feel a little more lonely.

Ao Xuanyun saw that the palace master was self-absorbed, and the autumn rhyme in the mountains was watching and painting, very serious, and he felt bored, but there was some poetry in his heart, listening to the stream flowing, stepping under the starlight, the dew in the green grass was like the starlight in the sky, and the flowing water of the stream was playing a soothing serenade, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowed in the whole garden, as well as the attractive body fragrance of the water Wushuang, and then kneaded in the sleep of this green grass.

Ao Xuanyun walked slowly in the corridor of the garden alone, and read leisurely: The white jade bed is dressed in the sea, the creek is gurgling into a dream, the butterfly shadow is heavy in the fragrance of osmanthus, the dew is enchanting in the starlight night, and the autumn color is hidden in the small building, and the beauty is half lying down and the soul disappears, I hope that this night will not wake up again, and the beauty will always be the most free!"

Ao Xuanyun looked at the half-lying Shui Wushuang, the exquisite curves, the beautiful posture, which made people feel very drunk, and his eyes were blurred, but these few lines of poetry were like a scene, and a fragrance was added to the dream.

After listening to this poem, Shui Wushuang was intoxicated with his own beauty, these poems took her, as if in this realm, as if in other realms, plausible, even he couldn't tell whether he was in the garden or in this poem, a kind of indifference, a kind of comfortable comfort, and the oil was presented on his face.

The autumn rhyme in the mountains is not only painting, but also experiencing this kind of beauty with the soul, and Ao Xuanyun's poems, like to the silence in the quiet, blowing a wisp of wind, the whole fragrant garden, instantly floated up, added infinite imagination, plus smart colors, and under his brush, has perfectly presented the night of this begonia in the canvas, or even more beautiful, because he is a soul painter, a human soul who paints with his soul.