"Okay, what's so angry, everyone has their own ambitions, she likes Bei Moling, so let's pursue it boldly."

"But ......." Xiao Li saw that the girl was not shocked, as if her fist hit the cotton, and she could only turn into a sigh.

The agarwood pond is rippling with clear water, surrounded by green willows, the spring rain falls, there are shallow ripples, the rain and mist are filled, like a fairyland, and a layer of light smoke is enveloped in general.

In the water pavilion, the woman strokes the piano with both hands, the light yarn on her body dances with the wind, and the purple ribbon on her head is like a flying colorful butterfly, the green silk is silky, and it is so beautiful that it is suffocating.

A purple figure in the distance walked over, and a guard beside him respectfully held an umbrella, and gradually walked in, the man had a handsome face, eyes like stars, a high nose, eyebrows like swords, and a black hair loosely tied.

Bei Mo Ling looked ahead without squinting, although he heard the gentle sound of the piano in his ears, his face did not fluctuate at all, and he walked into the water pavilion as usual and was about to leave.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the woman who was originally playing quickly got up and stopped in front of Bei Mo Ling, nervously not daring to look at him, and lowered her head and said, "Master has seen His Royal Highness King Ling." ”

"Something?" His voice was as empty as the rain and fog in the sky, without temperature or waves.

The master became more and more nervous, his fingers tightly tugged at the cuffs, he had been playing in the water pavilion for several days, and every time he passed by without paying attention, today she mustered up the courage to stand in front of him, but she not only dared to look at the snow-white brocade boots in front of her, and said softly: "The little woman composed a new song yesterday, I don't know if His Royal Highness King Ling will have time to sit down and listen to it." ”

"This king still has important things, and the rhythm pays attention to the same heart. Master, let's find someone who can appreciate it, this king doesn't like it. ”

After speaking, she just raised her foot and took a step, but the master grabbed the corner of her clothes, and even through several layers of clothes, she could still feel her trembling.

Bei Mo Ling's face gradually turned cold, his eyes were as cold as frost when he looked at her, his long eyebrows gradually wrinkled angrily, his eyes drifted to the trembling fingers that she grabbed at the corner of her clothes, and suddenly remembered that that night, he sneaked into Zhen Yue's room. She was also grabbing the corner of his clothes. The sharp face looked awkwardly to the side, his eyelashes blinked up and down like wings, and his heart was astringent.

"Let go!"

The cold and angry voice made the master's back tremble, and he hurriedly let go. I was surprised to make a frivolous move. hurriedly said: "It's the little woman who is abrupt." The little woman just wanted to ...... I want to play a song for His Highness. ”

The master's stunning face was slightly pale, and Xiao Xi, who was waiting, had already knelt on the side in fright, her legs trembling. King Ling's coldness is really worthy of his reputation.

Bei Mo Ling glanced at her contemptuously, and said coldly: "If you want to play a tune, go back to the Amethyst Sacred Palace!" ”

The master was startled, and his frightened face turned pale, and he hurriedly leaned over and said, "The little woman has overpassed, and she will never dare to do it again." When he looked up again, the man had already walked away, and the purple figure was as cold as a snow-capped mountain, gradually disappearing into the rain and mist.

"Miss, is His Royal Highness King Ling angry, what can I do?"

Master's eyes were faintly humiliated, and he bit his pink lips and said, "It's because I'm in a hurry, he's not an ordinary happy man." A trace of pain in her heart, remembering the man's disgusted eyes, made her extremely uncomfortable.

At the same time, Bei Mo Ling, who had walked through the agarwood pool, looked more and more ugly, stopped suddenly, took off the luxurious purple gold silk robe on his body, threw it on the guard, and said with a gloomy face: "Take it and burn it." ”

The guards were stunned, this is a garment made of cloud brocade silk in the Holy Palace, and there are extremely fine red gold threads on it, and it was burned? Tyrannical things, smell carefully, there is also the fragrance on the master's body, this is simply what many men dream of, the guard sighed in his heart, and hurriedly said: "The subordinates obey the order." ”

There was only one robe left on Bei Mo Ling's body, and the wet rain blew on him, turning into a little dizzy pattern, and his cold body entered the military machine pavilion in a blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, it is half a moon, the weather is gradually starting to heat up, the weather in Beiying is particularly strange, most of them are cold winters, but spring and summer are always extremely short, the "呑" cry of the cicadas outside the hospital is more and more hot and irritable, and the sultry wind makes people breathless.

Zhen Yue sat at the desk sweating profusely, flipping through the Lu Gong's secret record in her hand, her expression was focused, her eyes flashed brightly from time to time, these days she began to carefully study the summary of Lu Gong's secret record, which contains extremely detailed records of agriculture, industry and commerce, Beiying's agricultural economic situation is not as good as that of the central and southern regions, and it is often affected by snowstorms, the annual grain output is only enough for their own consumption, if they expand their territory and do not master the people to farm, in the long run, it will definitely cause famine and civil strife, which is why Beiying began to recuperate after covering Shu, When this wolf and lion are ready again, a battle for the annexation of the world will definitely sound again.

Although the Tan country in the central and southern regions is rich in real estate and developed food and agriculture, there are continuous civil wars, and the people are not able to make a living, the fifteen-year-old boy joined the army early, the family is full of old and weak women and children, the farming is wasted, the people have no food, and many troubled border city people are hungry.

"Girl, take a break."

Xiao Li took a cup of cold tea and put it in Zhen Yue's hand, Zhen Yue put away the books, looked up at the window and asked, "What month is it today?" ”

"It's mid-June."

"It's been a month." Zhen Yue got up and walked to the cold courtyard, looking at the sky and slightly distracted, Fu Ziran had left Beiying for a month, and there has been no news so far, and she was completely confined to Qiaoyunju, the courtyard was cold, and no one cleaned up the dust in the yard.

"Girl, the master came yesterday, but the girl was taking a nap, so I didn't report it and sent her away."

"She's been here?" Zhen Yue said: "Even if you are not familiar with people, I am too lazy to greet people with a smile, not to mention that now everyone is hiding from Qiaoyunju, she is here, so as not to be dyed with ashes, and it is good to send it away." ”

The moon sets and the stars sink, the night sky is bright, the summer sun flowers are delicate, the fragrance is pervasive, the long lamp in the hand of May will shine the pebbles clearly, and the long shadow on the ground is a little lonely.

"Your Highness, but you want to go in?"

May's voice was very soft, and when he walked forward, he turned a corner and saw Qiaoyunju, where the master would stay for a while every night, and he would ask every time.

"No, let's go."

Bei Mo Ling glanced at Qiaoyunju, which was a little faintly bright, and then turned away, and the tall figure quickly disappeared in the thick ink night, separated by a wall, and finally the end of the sky, the corner of the sea, I can't get close, I can't see clearly, how many dreams have fallen and bloomed, blocking the thick love.

Far away in the rich city of the south, in the silent post station, a green lantern, a pile of rice paper, every pen, dripping with thick ink, can no longer put down the pen. (To be continued.) )