Chapter 62: The Leaves of the Iraqis

Quietly looking at each other, gently embracing each other, on the other side of the mountain wall is a shaded white plum forest, when winter and spring intersect, but still look brilliant.

The slight wind, with a hint of chill, just leaning on each other under a plum tree, smelling the fragrance of this branch, watching the soft red everywhere, the heart of the slightest sweetness.

Gently let go of her hand, facing the wind, the beauty danced, smiled slightly Yan Hong untied the flute from his waist and put it to his mouth, melodious music came, Qingyuan, melodious, it was a song "Back to Sleepwalking Immortals".

The flute dances and flies, and the light green waist dances. The feast is in the autumn twilight, and the clouds and rain are flying. It is as graceful as a dragon and as graceful as a dragon.

At the end of a song, a dance ended, but between the mountains and rivers, in the merlin, a good story was achieved.

The last roundabout, turned around slightly, and smiled faintly, "Am I beautiful?" Slightly shy, but there is a trace of hope in his eyes that cannot be erased.

――BangBang――

Putting down his beloved hole flute, his palms lightly struck each other, making a crisp sound, "Beautiful!" Xi Yao's dance is really beautiful, I am amazed! A heartfelt admiration came from the heart.

Zhan Yan smiled, his eyes swayed with a thousand tenderness that could not be dissolved, and when he spoke, there was a hint of coquettish ridicule, "Is it?" How am I compared to Xie Zhiyun, and how should I compare to the Snow Girl? ”

Slightly stunned, Yan Hong was a little overwhelmed, he was already immersed in infinite tenderness, he suddenly felt a little big, and said with a wry smile: "I can't imagine that I will be jealous if I am as free and easy?" ”

"Are you jealous? The concubine just wants to know, who is more beautiful in the dance posture of the three of us, does Zihong think that I am the woman with a small belly? ”

Shaking his head slightly, he stretched out his hand to brush the messy hair for Yiren, and the tenderness and pampering that were inadvertently revealed made the beauty feel infinitely tender.

"Xi Yao and Zhi Yun are two completely different women, why do you want to compare? As for Ah Xue, it's just that the falling flowers are intentionally ruthless, and I won't force it anymore. ”

"Good one, Luohua is deliberately ruthless, I can't imagine that Zihong really has such a mind in your heart..."

The beautiful jade hand gently covered her red lips, and she smiled smugly, as if she was expecting it, but then she changed her words.

"It's because the snow girl and the gentleman's sword are high and gradually separated from the qinse, so Zihong you..."

The words were not finished, but the meaning of it could not be heard with Yan Hong's intelligence, and he smiled indifferently, "The beauty of a gentleman as an adult, Xi Yao should not forget, I am also a person from Little Sage Village." ”

Leaning on Yan Hong's arms, gently wrapped his arms around Yan Hong's waist, and said softly, "How could I forget, Yun Xiyao's Langjun is a talented and traceless son who knows the world, and can be content with your affection." ”

Holding the right hand of the great priest, he gently placed it on his cheek, and his left hand covered the delicate jade hand, a piece of warmth, "You take this bird feather talisman, no matter when you collect it closely, if it is a moment, the luck will shatter the bird feather talisman, I have my own sense." ”

A slender red rope, tied to a soft purple phoenix feather, looked at this piece of purple feather attached to the chest with a gentle gaze, "Don't worry, Xi Yao will be careful, if it really comes to that moment, I will definitely try my best to save my life, no matter what, Xi Yao will live well before you." ”

"Hey—I hope this feather will be hidden on your chest like this forever, and there will never be a day."

Stretched out his hand, hugged Yiren tightly in his arms, and gently kissed it on the smooth forehead, but it was a touch, and after a kiss, he let go without hesitation.

"Zihong, cherish!"

"Precious—"

The body is up, the people leave, Xiao Sheng, chant a song to say goodbye!

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On a rainy night, on the border of Zhao State, on the road to Chu State.

A healthy horse, dressed in a robe.

Dismounted, took hold of the reins, and walked on the country road, the lights went out, the people breathed, and only the two barks of dogs came from time to time.

――Knock Knock――

Tapping on the wood, there was a sound of small footsteps, and a young man with a yellow face and thin muscles walked out of the hut, although he was thin, but his eyes were bright, obviously extremely intelligent, barefoot, so he came to the courtyard in the rain and asked the visitor.

"Hey, what are you doing, why are you knocking on my door?" The strong Zhao Guoyin, a simple greeting, is the lowest level of the people in this troubled world.

"Little brother, I'm just a passerby, it's raining heavily, I want to spend the night at your house, is it okay?"

"Dad, someone is here, and he wants to take shelter from the rain at our house!"

This passer-by is Yan Hong, who rushed to the Chu State, not for anything else, but to lay a foundation in the Chu State first, and his target is the first general family of the Chu State, the Xiang clan of the Chu State.

At this time, the emaciated young man did not respond to his words, but only turned his head and shouted into the house, apparently asking the elders of the family.

"Baby, since he is a passerby, let him in, it's stormy outside, you can come in quickly, don't suffer the cold."

"Okay! Passerby, my father agreed, you come in. ”

"Thank you—"

At this time, there were three people sitting around the fire in the house, two farmers in simple clothes, presumably the parents of the children, and one person in a green shirt, straw sandals, and a hat, presumably also a passer-by came here to take shelter from the rain.

"Uncle, auntie, excuse me—"

"Hey, young man, what's this, our village, out of the edge of the official road, every year at this time of the year to shelter from the rain is very much, our people in the village are used to it, you can stay here for one night, don't you see this little brother is the same as you? I also said that some kind of Confucian disciple or something... ”

Obviously, this uncle doesn't know much about the so-called hundred schools of thought.

"Confucian disciple Huangfu Mingjia has seen Gongzi." At this time, the Confucian disciple also stood up and saluted Yan Hong.

"Zhao Huan [Yan Hong's pseudonym]. I've seen Brother Huangfu, but I don't know that you are a disciple of the little sage village. ”

Looking at this Confucian disciple who met in Pingshui, Yan Hong asked with some curiosity.

"Don't dare, I'm ashamed to say that I have admired the Confucian Confucian and Mencian classics since I was a child, but unfortunately I didn't get the favor of the gentlemen of the Little Sage Village, and now I am only a registered disciple, not in the list of Little Sage Village." As he spoke, his face showed a hint of shame. ”

"Oh? Even so, Brother Ming Jia doesn't have to be discouraged, he has some connections with Xiao Shengxian Zhuang and can give Brother Ming Jia some advice when he arrives in Qi Kingdom. ”

With Yan Hong's eyesight, this Huangfu Mingjia is just a martial artist in the middle of the Tianyuan Dynasty, and he has not even reached the subtle realm, plus his eyes are clear, his spirit is pure, and his heart does not seem to be bad. ”

After that, everyone just chatted casually, but Yan Hong studied Confucian classics with Huangfu Mingjia from time to time, and the other party was free to answer each other, and had quite an opinion, Yan Hong also nodded casually, which was really recognized by him.

――Click――

The night was deep, everyone dispersed, the night seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, a bright thunder pierced the night sky, through the fleeting light, it seemed that you could see a team of Qin army ironclad soldiers were marching in a hurry, maybe tonight will not be calm after all.