When they first met, she hid the pollen in Baili Lanyan's bag, and when he found out, he not only did not denounce it, but let her do whatever she wanted; When we met again, he blew Xiao Yin, like a fairy-like figure standing in the caryophyllus, she was invited to play a song with him, and the aftermath lingered......

It is difficult to find a bosom friend, and the Baili Lanevil is only a bosom friend for her...... What's more, she won't forget that her so-called third sister loves him, so she doesn't want to provoke him anymore, not because she is afraid of Leng Ziyan, but just because she doesn't let herself fall into the quagmire......

In his previous life, he handed over his sincerity, but in exchange for betrayal, he will not be easily moved by his heart in this life......

Leng Zixi secretly admonished herself, trapped in her own thoughts.

"Miss, Miss...... I'm coming. When Leng Zixi heard this, he reacted, looked down at his dress, frowned slightly, looked for the sound, and saw his little maid Huaxia walking towards him.

"Let you go back and get a piece of silver, so slowly, and don't call me Miss, don't you see that I'm wearing a men's shirt?" Leng Zixi looked down at the ink-colored men's shirt she was wearing, and said unhappily.

Hua Xia still can't stop being stupid, or Yafu is more stable, but today she is taking care of her mother in the General's Mansion, so she didn't follow.

"Huhu...... It's small...... Son...... Whew. Hua Xia gasped and came to Leng Zixi's side. Seeing that the young lady stared at herself, Hua Xia felt a cold sweat on her body, fortunately she changed quickly, otherwise she would be scolded again, Hua Xia lowered her head and secretly praised.

"Alright, let's go." With that, he walked out into the street.

Qingjue, painting Xia and the two followed closely behind Ruoli.

It has been nearly a year since Leng Zixi came to Baili, and it was the time when the spring flowers were blooming.

Even on such a spring night, Mochou Lake is still a prosperous and beautiful scenery - the silk and bamboo orchestras on the cruise ships in the lake, the wine and chatter in the lakeside wine shops, intertwined into a graceful net, and the overwhelming heat wave seems to be able to open even the red medicine by the twenty-fourth bridge.

By the lake, the abundant willow tree is slim and elegant, the slender willow leaves are glowing with a little green light, looking at it from a distance, it is like a tree of green gems, the willow branches are not inferior, the low eyebrows are pleasing to the eye, soft and soft, lingering, like a beautiful woman with excellent demeanor, this scene can really be described as "jasper makeup into a tree high, ten thousand hanging down the green silk".

And the pole of this pole is probably the century-old store - Fuxing Building.

Fuxing building is built near the lake, divided into three floors, the first floor is scattered seats, the center is for the singers, dancers and opera troupes to perform on the high platform, the second and third floors are the elegant seats, one side of the water is the curtain window, one side of the stage is the golden hook bead curtain, the walls on both sides are hung with some celebrity calligraphy and paintings, of course, there are more fakes, but there are also some literati and ink writers on the powder wall, and several famous artists can indeed be found in the inscription of the dragon flying and phoenix dance. In the midst of the day, the curtain is full of light singing and dancing, the curtain is staggered, and the pearlescent amber is swaying, which is really worthy of a fairyland on earth.

At this time, Fuxing Building is full of friends, the bead curtain on the second and third floors or roll or hang, only hear the sound of a cup.

There was a singer sitting on the high platform on the first floor, and after singing a song, she stood up, and there was a roar of applause upstairs and downstairs, followed by a handful of gold and silver sprinkled on a handful. The singer was busy saying a few blessings, picked up a piece of reward money and walked off the stage with a smile.

The next to walk on stage was half of the old, and everyone who drank was a linch, and then laughed.

There was a chuckle from a curtain seat on the second floor, laughing at a cyan pomegranate skirt, in his early sixteens, the eyes under the willow eyebrows were like a crescent moon, and this smile narrowed into two narrow slits, which made people look indescribably cordial.

She raised her eyebrows, turned around and smiled: "I can't imagine that such an old woman would dare to go on stage, it's ridiculous, you say yes, Childe?" ”

No one answered.

She sighed, took two steps forward, and pressed against her son, who had been staring out the window, and called again: "Childe? ”

Still no one answered, her son was leaning on the window lattice at the moment, staring out the window motionlessly, dressed in a comfortable ink coat, peerless and independent, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

The girl in Tsing Yi couldn't help but follow her gaze to look out the window, but she saw a few lonely cold plums under the spring sun, still budding themselves, and there were no flowers.

What's so nice about this, not much at home? She muttered in her heart, but said in her mouth: "Childe, don't look at it, can you see them open?" ”

The ink-clothed 'childe' seemed to realize her existence at this time, as if answering her question, and as if talking to himself, and whispered: "How can plum blossoms bloom for people?" ”

The girl in Tsing Yi smiled: "I can't tell you, you can continue to watch if you want to see it." I'm just wondering when exactly you're going to go down to find that guy? She pointed to the opposite Qianjiao Pavilion playing a moving Zheng girl solo.

The mournful guzheng played the string rhythm of "Xiangjiang Song", and the sound note wrote the wave green of the Xiangjiang River. The slender fingers of the Zheng girl played freely on the thirteen strings, telling the faint resentment in detail.

Facing the banquet, the kitegirl played softly, and her emotional eyes slowly rippled like autumn water. The zither pillars are obliquely arranged, like a row of autumn geese flying back obliquely, which is even more melancholy. When the bullet was sad and heartbroken, the Zheng girl's eyebrows were slightly frowned like green mountains, and the pitiful appearance was so untouching.

This is the most memorable guzheng song Leng Zixi has heard.

As soon as the piano sound came out, in the commotion of the crowd, most of the excited men were men, especially the two pig brothers sitting near Leng Zixi, their eyes shining and salivating. And the woman's face showed a complicated look of envy and jealousy.

Regardless of excitement or envy, so many pairs of eyes almost at the same moment, aiming at the second floor of a Qianjiao Pavilion about ten meters away from her.

First, there was a whisper, "Look, look, Miss Su from Qianjiao Pavilion-"

This was followed by one exclamation after another, "Wow, she's so beautiful!" ”

And the big beauty who was in the center of the amazement didn't seem to like to be the focus of everyone's attention anytime and anywhere, Leng Zixi found that she frowned slightly. When her beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, she inadvertently swept over Leng Zixi's side and collided with her gaze.

Leng Zixi felt that she was stunned for a moment, her gaze stayed on her for a moment, then she withdrew her gaze, and continued to stroke the qin, as if nothing had happened just now.

Leng Zixi smiled: "I have to wait until she finishes playing the piano and deals with those laymen." ”

The reason why he chose to come here was that Leng Zixi wanted to estimate the general situation of the rivers and lakes through the source of intelligence.

Hua Xia estimated in his heart how much time it would take, and couldn't help asking, "Childe, you came all the way to this flower street and willow lane, just to find her?" She glanced at the man again, and there was disdain in her tone.