"She's not your former sweetheart, Green Pearl!" Su Xin repeated what the two had said, and added fuel to what Shuying had said.

Who knew that Yuhao listened to it, but there was no reaction, and his face was still with that cold expression.

Banyu Yu said: "Don't spread this matter. ”

Seeing that Yuhao didn't, he said again: "You have to guard against her, she must have her ulterior secret this time." ”

"And how do you know who I am?"

"The little girl has heard in her mother's house since she was a child, and the waist-high one in white clothes and black hair is the prince Yuhao, who is not only erudite and talented, but also has the world in mind. ”

After a long time, his tone was like a misty fog: "Xiyan is a flower that only blooms for one night - just like a love affair that cannot see the light and is not accepted by the world." ”

Jade Hao still had the same cold face, and left the main hall with his hands behind his back.

The moist air of the night soothed the cool skin, and he slowly chewed on the deep meaning of his words.

I faintly felt that something was wrong in my heart, and a wave of vinegar sprouted deep in my heart.

After leaving, she was greedy for even breathing, and after inhaling deeply, she warmed it in her chest, warm with some coolness.

I didn't achieve the effect I wanted, so I stood for a while and left silently.

In the cool season of the autumn breeze, although a light single dress cannot stop the cool breeze of Qingse, it is also beautiful. I just feel that the cold touch is not the coldness of shrinking, but a kind of lightness and comfort that has not been seen for a long time after the summer heat has subsided.

Here the jade pot returns to the palace, the courtyard is full of cinnamon, the sweet fragrance is like rain, and the hand that is like a lover gently caresses the sideburns and cheeks, making people reluctant to wake up. Yi Yiran lay under the west window, her hair was like a black and shiny soft silk scattered lightly, and countless small sweet cinnamon seeds were like butterflies gently perched in the hair.

In fact, he also knew that Shuying would not come back, but that night, he saw that face, that figure, it was so real.

Maybe it's all this he has been looking forward to for a reunion for too long, and he has already said what he wants to say about the reunion in his mind thousands of times!

In fact, he vaguely felt in his heart that she was not Shuying, so he didn't dare to ask her how she returned to heaven.

Just let this truth be buried for a little longer.

Jade Hao can't help but secretly look at Shuying. I wandered deep to explore the fragrance and silence of the lotus, and unexpectedly found the person I loved the most, and she said to me, "You are my lotus." ”

At that time, the autumn light was just right, and the courtyard was full of flowers.

The green leaves were already faint yellow from the wind, and even the thick moss on the rocks was stained with a layer of light golden smoke.

After taking a nap, Wan Zhong, the head of the Chaoyang Hall of the Heavenly Palace, came over to say hello in person. The former was punished to the lower realm, and was succeeded by his apprentice Wan Zhong.

In the entire Heavenly Palace, he naturally understood who he had taken advantage of, and he was attentive and careful with Guan Ju Palace, and he couldn't wait to repay Yuhao for his promotion.

Many years ago, the osmanthus planted by the jade pot for the green beads bloomed fragrantly like clouds, and the entire Guanju Palace was so intoxicating and sweet.

Shuying was reclining on the couch on the front porch of the dormitory, covered with a soft wool brocade cloak as red as the morning glow, and watched from afar as the second sister Su Mu took Gong'e to pickle the newly picked osmanthus fruit into candied fruit in the courtyard......

She lowered her head and drank the osmanthus wine, and said in her mouth: "The clouds are clever, the flying stars are hateful, and the silver man is dark." ”

Jade Hao took a step closer and said softly: "As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

The moonlight shone on the jade plumbing's clothes, and the light was clear, and he was silent, and the shadow was silent. The sound of the wind swept through the leaves and gargled into the ears.

Instantaneously asked, looking at each other. I suddenly remembered that there was a so-called "Lisao" that "I have both this inner beauty and emphasis on cultivation; make lotus as clothes, collect hibiscus as clothes; high Yu Guan is precarious, and Chang Yu Pei is separated." This kind of spirit is conveyed.

This poet is a person who nourishes his life with incense, and you don't see him "drinking the dew of the magnolia in the morning, and the fall of the autumn chrysanthemum in the evening." ”

He loves incense like his life, "I have nine acres of orchids and a hundred acres of trees." ”

For just a moment, Shuying felt that something was wrong, and turned her head to look away.

The breeze came slowly on the stage, and his sideburns were blown away, and his blue water shirt was blown slightly.

The lotus-colored floor-length skirt is like a floating cloud, gently brushing the dusty jade steps. Shuying stepped on the light moon all over the ground and slowly stepped off the stage, and his slightly sad sigh came faintly behind him, not knowing whether he was sighing about his fate or thinking about her past.

The white dew is beautiful at sunset, and the flowers are fragrant because of the water, and it is suspected that if people are affectionate, the sunset is gorgeous and fragrant

Fu, the twilight is dim and always hazy, how to peek into the true face,

Osmanthus, that is a beautiful and sad flower. There is a heartbreaking beauty like snow and easy to wither.

It's a night of sadness, and Shukage meets someone who shares her sadness. So he sighed lowly, this summer is about to pass so soon, and autumn is coming in a blink of an eye.

Lotus incense, cold incense, the fragrance of human life.

Drive a flat boat, do not fight, but travel day by day, to pursue the ideal lotus.

However, he is in this little lotus petal.

This fragrance should not be lost in the dust of the soul. Mango shoes step all over, sparkling and shaking, no intention to hook fish, for sitting on the autumn mountain.

Let him fall asleep with the fragrance of flowers, and the sand trees will be far away. Listen to the birds in the shade of the leaves, and fish hooks in the fragrance of lotus.

I don't care about the fish, I care about the heart. I am not a mandarin duck butterfly pie, the softness of the flowers, the fragrant fat powder, the flowers and plants in the pen, only in the mind, like Qu Zi in the beauty of the herbs to find their own original liveliness, the original innocence, the original fragrance of life.

Here he smells the fragrance of his own life. Shuying thought, "The reason why we often can't smell the fragrance of our own life is because of the smoke. ”

According to the concept of Buddhism, there are two kinds of human pollution, one is pollution, and the other is pure pollution. It can also be jokingly called, the former is "stinky dyeing", and the latter is "fragrant dyeing".

These two dyeing forces seem to be tug-of-war, and it depends on the internal force of your life.

Man is a social animal, and it is impossible to avoid this kind of contamination, the key is the "faith" in your heart. In Buddhism, I think the most important thing for a worldly person is to have faith in one's own life force, and to recognize one's purified nature.

The ancients had a saying: "Since I shook hands last year, I still feel the fragrance of my sleeves";

"Living with kindness is like entering the room of Zhilan";

"Since I knew the golden needle, the wind has been blowing all over the sleeves."

Wang Wei has a poem: "There is no rain on the mountain road, and the empty green is wet." It seems that this mountain of empty green is not only wet by people's clothes, but also by his heart.