"This is white jade frost soup, peach fragrant pastry, steamed blue glass...... I couldn't find the ingredients for the last green silk and blue sea, so I replaced it with this snow moon light flower. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" pointed to the twelve dishes on the table, and the white-robed girl introduced them one by one.

The man picked up the jade chopsticks in front of the table, took a piece of snow and moonlight and put it in his mouth. After tasting it carefully, he smiled and nodded, "This dish is well done, but I don't know why it's called Xue Yue Guanghua?" ”

"Well, listen to me and you'll understand. Although the ingredients for making this dish are simple, they are not easy. To the white jade lotus root, a moonlight flower in the back mountain, and finally a bottle of moonlight collected at the fifteenth full moon. The girl blinked her bright eyes and explained endlessly, "The color of this dish is like snow and the moon, and there is also a moon in the ingredients, so it is named "Snow Moon Guanghua." ”

"It does sound a little bit moral." The gentle young man looked at the little junior sister surnamed Xiao, who was only two years younger than him, and smiled dotingly. "By the way, I'll have something for you after dinner."

"Senior brother wants to send something? What is it!? The girl's beautiful face was full of amazement.

"I'll talk about it after eating." The deep eyes become meaningful.

After the two of them were full, the green-robed young man suddenly took out a stone about the same size as Xigong from the agarwood ancient box next to him.

And I saw that the stone was no different from an ordinary rubble. It looks neither rough nor smooth, revealing a bit of mystery. The surface of the stone is covered with moss, as if it has been formed by the long-term grinding of the sea water over time.

Senior Sister Xiao really couldn't figure it out, could this ordinary stone be what Senior Brother wanted to give her? "That's what you're going to give me? A stone ......"

The boy nodded, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to give you." ”

"Where did you get this stone? I pick up a random piece on the ground, and it's better than this. Sighing in disappointment, the little junior sister couldn't help but mutter.

It's okay to send a jade pendant! Don't be so prevaricating, a big stone is also called a gift?

The young man's face was black, his expression froze, and he coldly squeezed out a few words from his mouth: "This is not an ordinary stone, this is Yunqing Baoyu."

"Really?!" When the little junior sister heard this, she was shocked, "I have shallow knowledge, don't lie to me." ”

"Yunqing Baoyu is born like an ordinary stone, but it can carve the most beautiful jade in the world. Looking at the size of this piece of jade, it should be possible to carve one side. The young man smiled faintly and said, "Besides, when did I lie to you?" ”

"That's right. Isn't this stone a priceless treasure? The little junior sister said excitedly, and carefully stretched out her hand to hold the stone.

"Naturally, you help me take good care of it. When I get back, I'll take care of it. ”

The little junior sister was stunned, it turned out that this was not a gift for herself, but just for her to keep temporarily. Thinking of this, my heart was already full of anger.

"Since this stone is so precious, you should keep it yourself! I was careless and careless, and it would be bad if I accidentally lost it. Angry, he threw the stone in his hand back into the boy's arms, and turned around to snatch the door out.

The green-robed young man hurriedly stopped her, and a slightly flattering voice sounded: "Senior sister, don't worry, I just want to put this stone away, and then find the best carver in the world to make jewelry, and then give it to you."

"Really? Then Yu'er, thank you first, senior brother! Thank you, brother, for your generosity. Senior brother is really the best person in the world! "The little sister's face changes when she says it, just like the day in April.

The boy shook his head, expressing helplessness.

"Wait! You just said, 'Wait until you come back,' where are you going? "How could she be so inattentive without knowing anything?

"It's been so long since the master came down the mountain, but there is still no news. I'm going down the mountain, and when I find the master, I'll come back immediately. ”

Oh, yes! It's been almost a month, and the old man who loves to drink hasn't come back yet. It can't be that you got drunk at some tavern and had no money to pay, so you were detained, right?

"Can I come with you?" Looking at the person in front of her pitifully, she really wanted to go down the mountain to have a look.

"I can't." The tone was resolute, without the slightest waver, "There is no danger for me to go, but if I want to take you with me, I dare not guarantee it." ”

"If I go, will it only hold you back?" He stuck out his tongue mischievously, and although he didn't want to admit it, the truth was in front of him.

"So, you just need to stay here in Juying Mountain, take care of it, and wait for us." He glanced at the unhappy little junior sister, and then said, "This is a very important errand."

"Well, I'll ask you one last question, how long are you going to be there, and when will you be back." Obviously, she felt that her martial arts were really bad, and the girl no longer insisted.

"At least five or six days, at most ten and a half days." For him, he is willing to answer the little sister's questions most of the time.

"Okay, you can go now, and after finding the master, use the spirit pigeon to pass the book to me." She is not the kind of woman who procrastinates, she is capable and neat.

The fire burned the entire palace, and the woman in the fire held the bronze mirror made of Qingyun Baoyu in both hands, and smiled at him. Poignant and sad, no longer childish and joyful.

"Ayu!!" The man on the bed woke up from his dream with a scream, fine beads of sweat soaking his underwear.

It's this kind of dream again, since Ayu's death, he has been dreaming of spending his days on Juying Mountain. In the dream, there is him, there is Ayu, just like the wooden sheep that has always longed for.

No, there was something unusual about the smell of rosemary in the room, which burned quietly in the small holes of the screens.

A faint figure flashed under the window, and it was only a flash of speed, almost dazzling.

"Who is it?" He got up and jumped up, put on a moon-white robe, pushed the door and chased out.

The faint night is like thick ink on paper. The black shadow under the moon is as light and vigorous as a flying swallow, shuttling freely on the winding and complex corridor.