Time flies so fast, more than 20 days have passed, and with the unremitting efforts of the craftsmen, the artificial lake of Fuwangfu has finally been successfully completed.

Murong Yichuan, the king of Fu, was very satisfied with this artificial lake, and he ordered the workers to build a small exquisite pavilion on the shore of the lake, in order to take care of each other with the lake

After dinner, King Fu pulled up Wanru to go for a walk in the garden, she had already seen the lake during the day, as if she was smiling at the artificial lake that had just been built, her smile was as light as a breeze, Murong Yichuan hadn't seen Wanru Yanyan for a long time

For Bo Hongyan to smile, King Zhou You is willing to light the beacon fire, but why can't Murong Yichuan?

King Fu took the hand of Wanru to the lake, this is a delicate and unique small lake, the water depth is about ten meters, the bottom is clear, can reflect the trees on both sides of it, at this moment it is really a crescent moon hanging high, a round of golden moon reflected in the water

As if looking at the moon in the water, her heart brushed a trace of warmth, and she will be able to see lotus flowers here next year, and the half-acre lotus pond in her memory once again appeared in front of Wanruo's eyes. As if walking to the water's edge, he slowly leaned down, and then picked up some water, and the water returned to the lake along the gap between his fingers, as if he used his fingers to gently stroke ripples on the quiet lake.

Murong Yichuan saw that she was so interested, and when she saw her playing in the water, she smiled and smiled, it really looked like Ruoxuan

King Fu unconsciously called out Xuanxuan, when the second word Xuan was spoken, King Fu suddenly returned to China, he subconsciously looked at Wanruo, although the voice was still soft, but Wanru still heard it, as if the hand on the lake was taken back, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant

King Fu really wanted to give himself a mouthful, and he finally won a smile, but he was ......

"If; What happened to you? King Fu pretended not to know

As if he turned back slightly, he looked at King Fu with an indifferent look, and said; "I'm fine." I didn't have anything to say this sentence so easily, but King Fu felt a little distressed

King Fu wanted to divert the topic and try to avoid the unpleasantness just now, so he gently shook his hand that seemed to be a little wet

"If the lake doesn't have a name, give it a name, and the pavilion that will be built."

As if looking at the moon reflected on the surface of the lake, there was silence all around, and only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves could be heard

King Fu didn't know what he was thinking, what was he silent? King Fu was so overwhelmed in the face of the silence, he didn't know what to do, he could only accompany her to be silent and silent together

It's like looking at the moon on the lake, although the moon in the water is beautiful, but it is a virtual thing that can't be touched, the moon in the water is like your own happiness, it looks very close, in fact, it is far away, it seems to be at hand, but you can't catch it

For a long, long time, it was as if the silence had finally been broken

"Lord Wang, this lake is called Mochizuki Lake,"

"Mochizuki Lake, good name, see the flowers in the fog, look at the moon in the water, we will look at the moon here every night in the future, until we walk to the Nai He Bridge." King Fu wanted to take this opportunity to express his heart

Looking at the moon every night, this is a luxury that she can't think of, she knows that this is just a luxury, she doesn't dare to hope for it

"There is actually Mochizuki Lake, then that pavilion is called Mochizuki Pavilion, we sit in the Mochizuki Pavilion and the moon in the lake outside the Heartbreak Pavilion, what a poetic thing, like, do you think my mention is good?" King Fu said with great interest

It seems to have nodded slightly, what King Fu thought of was beautiful, but it was like facing the word Mochizuki and thinking of a kind of sadness, a kind of melancholy, it turned out that there was really a distance between each other, it turned out that he really didn't understand her heart, as if he sighed silently in the bottom of his heart, she remembered Zhongli Wenjun, if it was Zhongli Wenjun standing in front of him, maybe he could read his heart in the face of the moon in the lake

It's like there's no expression of too much joy, or too sad, it's just a kind of indifference,

Mochizuki can't hide his melancholy, and happiness turns out to be just a luxury

Looking forward to support, it is difficult to hide the melancholy, it turns out that support is just an extravagant hope