Spring is getting late, and the boat rides the gentle breeze and reluctantly swings to the shore of the weeping willow lake. When Hun Qingchen stepped down from the boat with the burning trough pipa, his face was still flushed, the waves flickered, and his steps were unsteady, Murong Qian reached out to hold her waist, and said softly: "Qingchen, be careful1 Hun Qingchen didn't dare to look up at him, covered his face with the pipa, lowered his head and said "um" gently, gently pushed his hand away, and quickly disappeared into Murong Qian's sight. Murong Qian watched as the shadow of the light dust gradually drowned in the depths of the willow branches, and joy crept up on his lips. The green waves on the surface of the lake, faintly swaying, come into the corner of the eye, turning to brightness. Murong Qian didn't feel that the poetry was flourishing, and he gave heaven and earth in a loud voice: "The waves are intentional with a thousand heavy snows, and the peach and plum are silent and a team of spring." A pot of wine, a pole, how many people are like Nong in the world? After reciting, he could no longer suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and suddenly, he squatted down and made a scoop with his hands, scooped up the cool river water and splashed it towards the bank, and laughed silly as he splashed. At this time, Ah Li led the "Qingfeng" just to the shore, and the "Qingfeng" screamed in horror and went away, and before Ah Li could respond, the overwhelming splash smashed head-on, and he had to quickly cover his head and keep begging for mercy: "Childe!" Son! "Hahaha, hahaha......" Murong Qian seemed to be deaf, the more he splashed, the more energetic he became, Ah Li just desperately dodged, Murong Qian ignored the violent shaking of the hull of the boat, and chased after Bo Sprinkle vigorously, never happy to express his feelings. Suddenly, with a "plop", it fell into the lake! Before Ah Li could exclaim, Murong Qian's wave surfaced, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, never heartily! Hu Qingchen turned around when she heard the voice, and saw the capsized ship from afar, she was in a hurry, and before she could take a step, Murong Qian's bright smile appeared, she looked at his wolf appearance, covered the corners of her mouth, and couldn't help but smile and shake her head. A spring breeze, a leaf boat, a cocoon and a light hook. The flowers are full of Zhu, the wine is full of Ou, and the waves are free. "Sister! What's wrong? Leng Yueping held the rock sugar gourd in his hand and ate it sweetly, and with one free hand, he dragged the light dust that was stagnant. It's okay! Xun Qingchen touched Leng Yueping's head, and there was a hint of perseverance in the water cutter pupils, "Let's go!" Back to Situ Mansion 1, Murong Qian's laughter could be faintly heard, and the corners of his eyes brought a touch of lake light and spring, and he boarded the carriage without looking back. The carriage was far away from the royal garden, and in the sound of wheels, the bits and pieces related to Murong Qian kept reliving in her mind, but she didn't expect that in just a few months, Murong Qian would quietly break into her heart. She laughed secretly in her heart, it turned out that the so-called hate is also a kind of favorite! She raised her eyes to look at Leng Yueping, hugged the burning groove pipa, and said softly in her heart: "Ah Qian, you wait for me!" Leng Yueping took out the bait from his pocket, bit it crisply, tilted his head to look at the pipa in his hand, and asked: "Sister, do you like this pipa very much?" The corners of Hun Qingchen's mouth unconsciously smiled, and nodded: "Well, I like it very much1" Hmm......" Leng Yueping glanced at Hun Qingchen and looked at Ling Xufu, "Is it the same as liking Mulan hairpins?" Hu Qingchen was slightly stunned, and then, he said in a soft and serious voice: "It's not the same, it's different, the Mulan hairpin has never belonged to her!"