Niu'er drove all the way, not daring to sleep day and night, chasing the trail of the moonlight. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info sheltered in the mountains, paths, and wilderness, and she didn't dare to be careless, for fear that Xiu Lingzi would disappear.

The moonlight shone on the mahogany box, and Niu'er hadn't seen the sun for days. His face was pale and pale, and he looked at the mahogany box steadily, and slowly fell down.

A figure swept by, weaving an enchantment on the mahogany box, and then left with the girl.

Kite put Niu'er on the rocky reef, and the sun on the other side slowly rose, and the red light reflected on Niu'er's face. Kite looked at her and smiled helplessly, if it weren't for her persistence, Xiu Lingzi must have disappeared!

When the sun was in the sky, Kite picked up the woman who had returned to normal, placed it next to the mahogany box, and untied the enchantment for the mahogany box. Then, disappear.

When Niu'er woke up, she felt a little lighter, as if she had a dream of flying. She looked up, the moon was about to set, the sun was coming out again, and she had to get to the next place where there was moonlight before sunrise.

The figure floated, and the kite not far away watched all this silently.

"Life has its own certainty, whether it is sad or happy. Everyone's different. ”

Drink the phrase alone, and then, disappear again.

In the past half a month, Hua has taken care of Ruozi wholeheartedly, doing everything himself, everyone is respectful to Ruozi, and even the arrogant and willful condensation on weekdays is obedient to Ruozi's words, which makes everyone extremely surprised!

Hua Wei saw that Ruozi was better, so he ordered his subordinates to pack some luggage and go to the capital for a visit.

On this day, the group came to a villa.

The garden had been abandoned for a long time, and seeing that it was getting late, Hua Wei ordered his entourage to clean the garden and live in.

At night, apart from the bright white glow on the lake, there is nothing strange about this annex. No wonder people outside say that there are foreign objects in the other garden, and they don't dare to approach!

Wakako sat alone on the edge of the lake, looking at the bright white light of the lake, and pondered. Is there something on the surface of this lake? She watched for a long time, and finally a linjiao dived out of the lake.

What appeared was a human face.

The supernatural person looked at Ruozi fixedly, but Ruozi was unmoved.

If he was a mortal, he would be so frightened that he would run away when he looked like this, but she ......

"You are a divine beast in the sky, but why are you trapped here?"

Wakako stood up and looked at him.

The strange beast looked at Ruozi strangely, suddenly jumped out of the water, knelt down, and turned into an octagonal beast. Ruozi picked it up and put it in the palm of his hand, trying to read his heart, but he couldn't read it, so he had to conjure up a fairy bottle and lock him in.

One night, nothing happened.

The sky was slightly bright, and the sun shone on the scenery of the annex, mottled and slightly bright, and they came here after dark, but they didn't expect it to be so beautiful here.

This group of people couldn't help but fall in love with this place, especially the condensation, the delicate bouncing around, pulling Ruozi to ask endlessly. Ruozi didn't feel bored, but she was very happy to have a mortal sister.

It's just that they are immortals, and only each other knows about them.

After breakfast, they met to go around the garden.

The entourage was a hundred paces away from them, Yu'er followed Ruozi closely, and Hua Wei walked in the front, condensing and looking left and right.

They looked at the scenery one after another, and finally rested in the pavilion when they were tired.

Hua Wei sat not far away, shaking the fan, the silver hair fluttered in the wind, the folding fan twisted in his hand, thinking about it, he stood up and said: "The scenery is unique here, how about we come to chant poetry?"

Ruozi nodded, stood up and approached Hua Wei, saluted, and said, "This is a very good idea, please ask my father to chant poetry first!"

Condensation played with the freshly picked flowers, and when he heard the proposal, he threw down the flowers, jumped over, and clapped his hands.

"Good! All right! ”

Hua Wei turned around, shook the fan, and after a moment, he turned around and groaned softly.

"The frost is condensed, the flowers gather, the drizzle in the forest, and the wind is broken in the sloping building.

The morning glow is gorgeous, the river is beautiful, the sky is scattered, and the evening pavilion is falling.

The water is fast, the boat is tilting, the willow silk is fluttering and cutting, and the wind is sprinkled and leaking. ”

Flowers for turning.

"Ruozi, you can sing a song too!"

Ruozi frowned, looked at the sky, and then turned back.

Hongchen was slightly drunk, and tears fell before he woke up.

The end of the world is strange, who will return to Yinghuang?

The sunset autumn water, the night breeze is cool.

The mountains and lakes are light, and the mountains and valleys are singing.

I haven't chanted poetry for a long time, and I'm rusty, hehe......."

She turned her head and took the condensed hand.

"Condensation, you should also be the head!"

"Haha, okay...... The dream is faint, the person has woken up, and then, the dream is broken piece by piece. Ha ha...... I only know how to eat, drink and be merry every day, and poetry is not my forte! ”

Condensation smiled wryly alone, and she couldn't tell whether she was writing poetry or what she said.

"Yes, yes! It's quite meaningful! ”

Hua Wei walked over, closed the fan, and tapped Condensation's shoulder with the fan, which was regarded as encouraging her.

"Thank you, thank you, father!"

Condensation pouted embarrassedly and lowered her head, looked up again, and saw that their eyes were on her, and she lowered her head even more embarrassed. He trotted back to the place where he had just stayed, picked up the discarded flowers, and played with them alone, looking at them, not daring to say anything more.

This silence caused everyone to laugh again.

Wakako turned her head, and the rising sun shone on her face.

"You'er, you can also make a song, just be a pastime!"

"Oh!"

You'er looked up, as if she had just woken up from a dream, as if she had something on her mind.

"I ...... I haven't thought about it yet, but let's let the master chant the poem first! Let's, let me think. ”

You'er turned her back to not let anyone see the different emotions on her face, and looked at the corner of the pavilion in the distance in a daze.

Ruozi frowned, she noticed Yu'er's abnormality, but she didn't think much about it, and turned her head again, looking at her father.

Walking around, Wakako saw her father's figure, but her thoughts drifted to another place. , she was thinking about why her father wouldn't see her mother in heaven now, why did her father leave her mother in the first place, and why did he have something to do with the Nine Evil Poisons......

She looked at her father's self-satisfied demeanor, and did not dare to ask anything, and looked at the calm lake. The shadows of the trees and reefs on the edge of the lake are reflected on the surface of the lake, there is no wind, and the surface of the lake is surprisingly quiet. He turned his back to Wakako, who saw that he had not spoken for a long time and stepped forward.

Hua Wei suddenly turned around again, closed the folding fan, and walked to the right.

"Paper-cutting flying willows are easy in spring, and painting knows Xia Weining.

The autumn has been exhausted, and the ink is white and snowy. ”

Hanawei smiled alone, folding a fan pointing at Wakako.

"Haha, it's your turn!"

Ruozi rolled her eyes, stepped forward and grabbed her father's sleeve, and said coquettishly.

"Father, short sentences, broken sentences, do you count?"

"Count! How not counting? ”

Ruozi turned around, looked at Condensation playing alone in the corner, thought about it, turned around, and smiled at her father.

"Through the window, flying clouds, ink face, morning and evening, smell it, what kind of smell? I vaguely remember.

Youth, feelings, years, quicksand, listen to it, what movement? Able to tap.

Micro leakage, starlight, mottled, shadowless, a product, what emotion? It should be clear.

Stand reclining, look up, as yesterday, arrogant.

The attic, the red face, the past, the complaint.

Pacing, looking, sighing, sighing. (To be continued.) )