Layers of distant mountains are stacked, and the beauties are eager to return home. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Guarding the lonely emptiness, I can't bear to tell about parting.

Xin Yao walked weakly and walked to a water moon tower, which was probably the only flower and bird courtyard in the entire general's mansion.

Xin Yao thought quietly, looking at the endless fragrance on the branches, the hot summer has arrived, and the brilliant colors on the branches are about to fall and wither everywhere.

There is a clear pond in the garden, and a few dandelions are sparsely set up on the edge of the pool, Xin Yao looked at the fluffy and lush white fluttering, vigorous but extremely fragile, maybe they are waiting for a strong wind to welcome the next rebirth of the reincarnation.

Or, maybe they are reluctant to leave the arms of their mothers, reluctant to leave this nostalgic environment, and desperately cherish the present before fate comes, unwilling to leave.

Xin Yao just watched quietly, the white pompom was already very full, but Xin Yao was reluctant to blow it.

While thinking about it, there was a melodious sound of the flute not far away, Xin Yao looked up, Meng Qingzhi's tall and slender back appeared in Xin Yao's eyes, the melody of the flute was somewhat familiar, and Xin Yao seemed to hear Wen Yi humming.

But when Xin Yao listened to Wen Yi humming, the song was clearly a happy sound of mutual affection, why did Meng Qingzhi play it sadly and lingeringly, causing others to be full of sorrow and sadness.

A pot of turbid wine, stepping on the moon with the wind.

Always affectionate, wake up from a dream.

Xin Yao took out the bamboo flute, this bamboo flute was a token given to Xin Yao by the emperor, and Xin Yao has always regarded it as a treasure.

When Xin Yao goes far away, she can do a piece of jewelry without a set of clothes, but the bamboo flute and the sword book given by Master Si Ling given by the emperor have always been carried by Xin Yao and never left her.

The melodious flute sounded, and Meng Qingzhi turned around in surprise, he didn't know that Xin Yao was also in this courtyard, and he was also sad.

Xin Yao held the bamboo flute in her hand, gloomy and sad, and bursts of longing lingered in her mind.

And Xin Yao's flute sound, sometimes lingering and compassionate, sometimes lonely and lonely, continuous and reciprocating, the deep affection of the heart is fully revealed.

By the small pool, the sound of the flute spreads to the bottom of my heart. The heart is moving, and the heart is full of feelings.

Xin Yao took the initiative to play with Meng Qingzhi, how could Meng Qingzhi live up. His mind moved, and he continued to bring the Zizhu Cave Xiao close to his mouth, and the sound of the flute sounded again, and the two looked at each other tacitly and smiled.

For a while, in the general's mansion, only the sound of the flute and the sound of the flute were lingering, like melodious, which provoked the swimming fish to listen, but the tone of the two of them was a little bleak, which made people cry.

Maybe it was the tragedy of each other that infected each other, and when the two looked at each other again, they didn't smile again. A trace of sadness flashed in Meng Qingzhi's eyes, and Xin Yao's eyes were filled with mist.

Perhaps it was the tragedy of the two that infected the heavens, only to see the dark clouds moving in the sky, the sky becoming dark, the thunder bursting, the wind whistling, the flute whimpering, and the flute sound desolate, which actually attracted a menacing and majestic rain at the right time.

In an instant, the waterfowl resting in the small pond were frightened and fled in all directions.

A drop of rain fell on Xin Yao's cheek, and her tears merged with the rain and fell together.

The rain dripping from the branches fell on the flowers that were about to die, and the fragile flowers could no longer withstand the power of even a drop of rain, and the rain condensed in the soil with the falling flowers, like butterflies with broken wings, and covered the long steps.

The dandelions by the pool finally dissipated in this gust of wind, and the rain wet the bare branches, and this year, the fluffy and full pompoms will never be seen again.

Meng Qingzhi couldn't bear Xin Yao's rain, stretched out his sleeves, and blocked Xin Yao's head, Meng Qingzhi was very close to Xin Yao at this time, very close, so close that he could almost hear Xin Yao's heartbeat.

Perhaps, what Meng Qingzhi heard was the sound of his own heartbeat, which was rapid and violent.

Just when the two of them were getting closer and closer, a big oil umbrella suddenly came out, and Lian Bin didn't know when he got between the two, and pushed Meng Qingzhi very hard.

"Sister Xin Yao, your body is still very weak, don't get wet." After Lian Bin finished speaking, he glanced at Meng Qingzhi, and moved to Xin Yao's side, but in fact, he didn't vacate a little place at all.

Maybe it was Fang who pushed harder, Lian Bin looked at the wet Meng Qingzhi, felt a little apologetic, and said casually, "Brother Qingzhi, you can also go to hide under my umbrella to hide from the rain." ”

Meng Qingzhi glanced at him, as long as Lian Bin was present, he would always be unable to sensationalize.

Since Lian Bin came to cover Xin Yao from the rain, Meng Qingzhi left with interest, this rain fell very suddenly, fiercely, and thoroughly.

For some reason, Meng Qingzhi was suddenly relieved at this time, perhaps he couldn't bear to see Xin Yao's deep sadness again, Meng Qingzhi suddenly understood that fulfillment and blessing are the most tender love.

Meng Qingzhi returned to the room and shook his head happily, shaking off the rain from the tips of his hair.

Zi said, a gentleman is like water, he is round with the square, and he is comfortable everywhere.

Meng Qingzhi changed into clean clothes, he was young and vigorous in the bronze mirror, and Meng Qingzhi returned to his usual arrogance, as well as his usual immodest and cheeky appearance.

This is a magical heavy rain, because after the heavy rain, it is not only Meng Qingzhi who is relieved, but also Xin Yao.

Xin Yao sat quietly in her room, facing the window with a smile on her face.

If you know each other, you should be content, why bother to stay together.

As long as Xin Yao doesn't give up, even if she can only live one more day, she can miss the emperor for one more day.

The people who accompanied Xin Yao around him, Brother Lian Bin, as well as his benefactor Meng Qingzhi and his good friend Wen Yi, they didn't give up, how could they give up.

As long as you work hard to seek medical treatment, you will have no regrets about whether you can return to the palace to meet the emperor and how long you can stay with the emperor.

A soft couch, a beam of sunshine, a cup of idle tea, a trace of fragrance, the outside of the house is the rain and verdant, and the house is a light sound around the beams.

"What a nice view of this room, suitable for being in a daze." Wen Yi came over at some point and chatted with Xin Yao.

"It's also suitable for Sichun." The corners of Xin Yao's mouth raised a charming angle, and she smiled and looked out the window.

Wen Yi looked at Xin Yao in surprise, couldn't believe it, was this the Xin Yao she knew?

Is this a joke that the noble lady in the palace should say, is this a joke that the worldly master of Qingsimen should say, how could Xin Yao blurt out such an ambiguous joke.

Some time ago, Xin Yao has always been sick and weak, Wen Yi thought she was a gentle and quiet girl, it turned out that she would also joke.

"What are you looking at me doing, saying what is on your mind?" Xin Yao saw Wen Yi's surprised eyes, as if she had just said something very incredible.

"Bah, bah, I don't think about spring, who likes him." Wen Yi came back to his senses, and hurriedly denied it vigorously, disdainfully.

"I didn't name names, but you admitted it yourself? Hee-hee. Xin Yaoyi smiled, and naughtily hooked Wenyi's chin as she spoke, which is the reserved posture that a palace lady should have.

"Bah, bah, no nonsense." Wen Yi's cheeks were crimson, and he lowered his head to the ground with disdain.

At this time, Lian Bin came uninvited, and he really surrounded his good sister Xin Yao all day long.