The warm warm wind in Mu Chuyu's mouth blew Song Keci's face red and ears hot, where did she still have the heart to ponder Mu Chuyu's understanding of the Bishui Sword, not to mention that a big girl's family was now caught off guard by a strange man, and the hand holding the sword was also tightly held by the other party......

Mu Chuyu was fascinated by it, and he didn't notice Song Keci's embarrassment, all his attention was focused on the blue water sword, it was about six inches long, the sword body was so smooth that it flashed with pieces of silver light, and the hilt of the sword was carefully wrapped with strips of blue cloth...... But there is nothing wrong with a girl's love for beauty.

He held Song Keci's willow branch waist, and the blue water sword sword qi in his hand could accumulate the water vapor in the air and the unevaporated dew drops on the petals and grass leaves wherever he went, and gather them into a stream, drawing a clearly visible stream of water in the void, sometimes gathering into crystal clear water droplets, sometimes scattered like soft silk ribbons, spiraling up along the blue water sword, or concentrating on the tip of the sword, the relationship between the two is like ink and brush, drawing dots into lines, dripping without leakage.

Even Song Keci herself was stunned by the scene in front of her at this moment, she didn't know if this was the wonder of the Bishui Sword, or the skill of the man behind her? The blue water sword is light throughout, even if two people hold it, as long as they play it just right, they can show her graceful sword posture to the fullest. Mu Chuyu and Song Keci, driven by the blue water sword, were like two fluttering butterflies, spinning, jumping, and every step was perfectly coordinated.

Song Keci let Mu Chuyu fiddle, she turned her head slightly shyly, the man holding her in her arms was fair-skinned, his eyebrows were picturesque, his lips were pink, his snort was even and warm, and he always had a smile on the corner of his mouth when he spoke. Mu Chuyu finally noticed the gaze that fell on his face, the corners of his mouth pulled up a faint smile, his eyebrows glanced over, and he just crashed into Song Keci's apricot eyes.

Song Keci looked back in a panic, her little heart was beating in her chest, and Mu Chuyu's gentle voice came from her ears: "This sword move is called Breaking the Stream...... The goodness is like water, the blue water sword uses water as a spear and water as a shield, except for it, there is no sword in the world that can make this move so superb! ”

She inadvertently whispered and echoed, her body had already floated in the wind, swirling and landing, and the water that had been played with by the blue water sword was all sucked into the sword body and attached to the sword soul.

Only then did Mu Chuyu let go of Song Keci, gently pushed her waist, kept a distance of three feet from her, and took the hilt of the sword to apologize: "Miss Song, I just offended!" ”

Song Keci's red glow, which had finally faded, surged up on her cheeks again, and she said, "It's not in the way!" ”

She pressed the mood of the deer to collide, approached Mu Chuyu, and mustered up the courage to ask: "Mu Gongzi, if you don't dislike it, can you go into the house for a while?" ”

Dan lips are outward, Hao teeth are fresh inside, how can Mu Chuyu not be moved, stunned for a moment and immediately hugged his fists and thanked: "Miss Song's invitation, of course it is an honor to be here, how can you refuse?" ”

Song Keci lowered his eyes and chuckled, and led Mu Chuyu into the house. The furnishings in the room are elegant and neatly placed, what makes Mu Chuyu a little puzzled is that there is no silk and bamboo orchestra inside, and there are a dazzling array of book allusions and tea sets of various materials.

Mu Gongzi smiled! The people in our Blue Water Villa love tea, so ......"

"Tasting tea is tasting life, it's hard to think that Miss Song knows the Zen in tea at such a young age, and it's too late to admire it, how can she laugh?"

Song Keci smiled and said nothing, prudently poured a cup of tea for Mu Chuyu, and then sat oppositely, and said: "Drawing on the foundation of Buddhism and the tea ceremony, the Zen in tea can be roughly summarized into five points, namely: the unity of heaven and man, the natural Taoism, respect for people and noble lives, sit and forget, and there are few." Among them, the unity of heaven and man refers to ......"

As soon as Song Keci opened her mouth, she was like the water of the Yellow River gushing endlessly, chatting about her tea ceremony with great interest. Mu Chuyu carefully hid his face and yawned, and nodded with a smile in response to Song Keci's expectant gaze from time to time.

This...... Is there an end?

Mu Chuyu began to beat his little Jiujiu in his heart, and finally interrupted with a sigh of relief: "Miss Song, there is one thing I don't know whether to ask or not?" ”

Song Keci choked, looked at him stunned, raised his hand and said, "Mu Gongzi, please ask!" ”

"It's not a secret, in addition to accompanying friends when I came to Bishui Villa this time, I also came here to see the true face of the old owner of Song, but ......" Mu Chuyu observed Song Keci's increasingly tense expression while talking nonsense.

"My dad is ...... He was sick...... So you can't see guests. Mu Gongzi, I'm really sorry to let you run for nothing......" Song Keci's hesitant answer was nothing more than repeating Song Yidu's rhetoric.

"It's fine!" Mu Chuyu waved his hand as if he didn't mind so much, but he asked mysteriously, "Then-I wonder if Miss Song can tell me what kind of illness Old Master Song has?" Maybe when I return to the capital, I can find an excellent imperial doctor to help me see a doctor! ”

Song Keci pursed her somewhat dry lips, raised her eyes to look at Mu Chuyu and retracted her gaze, her voice was like a gentle breeze and drizzle, but her tone was unswerving: "Don't bother Mu Gongzi, my father's illness can't blow the wind, can't catch a cold, can't be too cold, can't be too hot...... It can't be cured! ”

This decisive nonsense surprised Mu Chuyu, and he couldn't help but slander: It seems that this Song Keci and Song Yidui should be the same raccoon dog! However, staring at her beautiful beauty, I always felt unbearable.

The atmosphere was instantly embarrassing, which made Mu Chuyu restless. So he simply got up and said goodbye: "I've been bothering Miss Song for a long time, but I really don't want to go, so I'll leave first!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Mu Gongzi stays!" Song Keci hurriedly got up and chased to his side, confided in him, "Can Mu Gongzi stay in Bishui Villa for a few more days...... Teach me how to wield a sword! As she spoke, she held the blue water sword on her chest.

The woman in front of her smiled like a delicate flower, Mu Chuyu was reluctant to refuse, but he still said ruthlessly: "Miss Song will marry and go to the capital in a few days, and there will be a chance to meet when the time comes......"

The woman's smile froze, and the tip of her tongue struggled to spit out four words: "I don't want to marry!" ”

Those four words have a slightly nasal sound. After looking at each other without saying a word, Mu Chuyu let go of the struggle in his heart: "Okay, I can teach you!" ”

Song Keci's expectant expression silently turned into a soft spring light, and the corners of his mouth hooked a satisfied arc, and he watched Mu Chuyu's figure turn out of Yichun Pavilion all the time, all the time, all the time.

The candle wick moves, the night is beautiful, and the front makeup of the diamond mirror is calm.

"What are you going to do?" Song Yidui frowned, looked at the woman sitting in front of the dressing mirror and said vigilantly.

The woman's plain white fingers covered with Kodan lazily stroked a strand of green silk hanging from the back of her ears to her chest, unimpressed by Song Yidui's hostility, turned around slowly, propped one arm on the dresser, and looked at Song Yidui over and over again with a pair of charming eyes.

"Master Song Shaozhuang, don't come unharmed! As the saying goes: there is borrowing and repaying, and it is not difficult to borrow again! What about my stuff? Could it be that the owner of Song Shaozhuang lost it? I, Duan Liling, now come to the door to ask for it in person, if you don't pay it back, won't you give me face? Or don't give us the face of Begonia Pavilion? ”

Duan Liling's eyelashes flew, and his soft words drilled into his ears like pinprick.

Song Yiwei barely squeezed out a standard smile of hospitality, a typical smile that does not smile. He approached Duan Liling and stood in front of her knee: "Don't dare, don't dare!" Now there are two big Buddhas in Haitang Pavilion in my village, how dare I be presumptuous? ”

Duan Liling raised her eyes and smiled disdainfully, of course she knew in her heart that the other great god of Begonia Pavilion in Song Yidu's mouth was Pei Yao.

Outside the window, the full moon between the branches of the trees was cut into pieces, the moonlight was softer and colder, and the night was thicker.

She stretched out her hand leisurely and raised her eyebrows: "Where's the thing?" ”

Song Yidui moved his jaw, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and handed it to Duan Liling with some reluctance.

Duan Liling took the porcelain bottle, opened the cork, approached his nose, sniffed while fanning, and frowned suddenly: "So little?" ”

Song Yidu was silent for a moment before asking, "I gave the silver to the Begonia Pavilion and borrowed it to use it around my fingers, what's wrong?" ”

"There is naturally nothing wrong with the sale and transaction between Haitang Pavilion and Song Shaozhuang," Duan Liling smiled with ulterior motives, got up and stood in front of Song Yidui, deliberately tucked the hair behind his ears, and pierced Song Yidui's scheming with one word: "What I'm curious about is just ...... The owner of Song Shaozhuang can actually do such a vicious treatment to his own father......"

Song Yidu's expression was grim, and his right hand was clenched into a fist, but unexpectedly, Duan Liling preemptively held down his wrist lifeline in a hesitation.

Her words were still calm: "Why should Lord Song Shaozhuang be angry? One day husband and wife for a hundred days, with our affection, how can I fall into your injustice? If that's the case, I won't send a traceless to follow Mu Chuyu, or even write a note telling you that he went to the courtyard......"

Song Yidui trembled, and her voice trembled a little: "You told me?" ”

"Of course!" Duan Liling felt that Song Yidui's internal breath had stabilized, so he let go of his hand with confidence.

Seeing Duan Liling's smiling appearance, Song Yidui's heart was even more uneasy: "What is your purpose?" ”

The more serious Song Yidui was, the more Duan Liling didn't want him to feel better, so he immediately brought his soft body closer to Song Yidui, lightly untied his belt with one hand, stroked the back of his neck with the other, and blew in his ear: "I came all the way to Bishui Villa to find you, and I also helped you by the way, don't you think you have to compensate me?" ”

Duan Liling is like a thousand-year-old fox spirit, no one can escape her temptation, except for Mu Chuyu, who doesn't know what to do. As for Shen Xiaoxun, Duan Liling felt more like his doll, coming and going as soon as he called it, what Shen Xiaoxun was thinking in her heart that she would never understand, even if she was under him at that time.

Before the belt hit the ground, Song Yidui's body soon became unbearably hot, he was like a trapped beast, throwing Duan Liling down on the round table, and the beloved tea set that Song Keci gave him fell to the ground with a "clang", and he was in a mess. His body couldn't wait to press up, greedily sucking on Duan Liling's beauty, and rudely tearing her clothes.

The inside of the house was boiling, and the outside of the house was cold and biting, and there was no trace of the eyes that fell on Duan Liling's body, and he stood lonely in the night breeze.