On this day, the weather was clear, and he felt stuffy and panicked when he was lying in the house, and while his body had recovered to the time when it was feasible to walk slowly, Han Ruo asked Han Yang to help him go to the yard for a walk.

To say that this Lingying Palace is really uniquely built, it is hidden in the deep mountains with the number of Qimen gossip, and ordinary people and others can't find the way to enter even if they walk to the door. Behind the house, a courtyard was opened, which was built in several layers, one was self-planted, the other was self-raised, and the Lingying Palace was reliable from top to bottom, and the two courtyards were self-sufficient, and occasionally there were disciples who went into the mountains to hunt and exchange for game to eat. The two courtyards are cleverly separated by the rockery, which will not affect the beauty of the landscape of the rest of the courtyards, which is really unique.

Hanruo is now in the deepest garden, the garden is full of strange flowers and plants, and the rockery flying stones are built, the pond is blue, and there is quite a beautiful scenery. Han Ruo walked slowly in it, but there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and he always felt that he had been to this place before. Walking through the twists and turns of the stone bridge, only to see the east and west two water pavilions facing each other, Han Ruo suddenly woke up to why he would feel familiar, this ornament structure, is clearly the style of the palace garden!

I was surprised in my heart, but I didn't show it on my face, I just pretended to talk to Hanyang casually: "The layout in this courtyard is elegant, was it designed by your master?" ”

Han Yang shook his head and said mysteriously: "It's not the master, it's the ancestor." ”

"Master?" Han Ruo was a little surprised.

"Hmm." Han Yang nodded and said: "Every brick and tile of this Lingying Palace is from the hands of the ancestor, the ancestor is an unborn genius, he knows astronomy and geography, he is simply omniscient and omniscient!" Hanyang talked about his ancestor with a proud face.

"Oh!" Han Ruo was even more surprised, since the design of this garden was modeled after the Imperial Garden, it was enough to prove that this genius ancestor had been in the palace, but she had never heard of such a capable person in the palace, and asked: "What is the name of your ancestor." ”

Hanyang was asked by her, "I don't know, the master rarely talks to me about the master, I only know that the master is the master's grandfather!" ”

Hearing him say this, Han Ruo was even more surprised in his heart, he thought it was a sect handdown, but he didn't know that it was actually connected by blood, no wonder Han Yi was such an outstanding character, it turned out to be in the same lineage? I couldn't help but ask, "Your ancestor must also be very beautiful, right?" ”

"Then I don't know." Han Yang pursed his lips.

While the two were talking, there was the sound of a zhengzheng qin in the distance, and Han Ruo stopped to listen, and unconsciously fell for it. She originally thought that Bai Feng'er's song was comparable to fairy music, but after hearing it today, she knew what fairy music was. The sound of the piano gradually overflowed like a tide, filling every corner of the courtyard. The sound of the piano is like a woman crying lonely boat for a while, complaining and gloomy, making people's liver and intestines broken, and for a while like a fisherwoman's singing lover, crisp and neat, making people fascinated. The sound of the piano turns sharply and is unpredictable, soothing when it is like a flowing spring, when it is urgent, when it is like a waterfall, when it is crisp, it is like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and when it is low, it is like whispering. The song has been finished, but there is a kind of rhyme that reverberates in the intestines and cannot be dispersed in my heart for a long time.

Han Yang and Han Ruo were silent for a long time, and Han Ruo came back to his senses and ran towards the place where the sound of the piano came from. Seeing this, Han Yang hurriedly followed, shouting in the back: "You slow down, your wound has not healed yet!" ”

Han Ruo's footsteps couldn't slow down for a moment, she just wanted to see the person who played such a piano right away. The pain in her chest was like a river overturning, and she gritted her teeth and stopped, but still did not stop her steps, and rushed forward. The water pavilion from the sound of the piano was close in front of him, and before Han Ruo pushed the door, a strange nervousness rose in his heart, and he was determined, ignoring the severe pain around him, stretched out his hands, and pushed the door open.

A guqin, a tonglu, and a white coat, I saw that the figure of the ice lotus was as independent as a widow, sitting in the house.

Han Ruo muttered, "Yes, it's you?" Before he could finish speaking, there was a violent cough.

Han Yi stepped forward lightly to hold her, reached out and stroked her back, and patted her gently. The burning pain in her back was instantly relieved after touching his cold hand, and she gradually eased up and stopped coughing. At this time, Hanyang finally arrived. Seeing that her face was bloodless and her face was pale, she couldn't help but scold: "What are you doing in such a hurry!" Master won't fly away! ”

Han also heard the meaning of Han Yang's words, she hurriedly rushed over because she heard her piano sound stop, and there were seven points of reproach in her eyes when she looked at her, and another three points of complicated expression.

Han Ruo saw his eyes flying, and hurriedly explained: "I, I didn't know that your master was playing. Ben's face, which had become pale from pain, unconsciously flew up two red clouds, and in the face of him, she somehow became helpless.

Han Yi didn't speak, but sat back down on the side of the guqin, his hands on the seven strings, his slender fingers like green jade roamed, and the beautiful music sounded again. This time, the sound of the piano is like a spring breeze green across the field, like a bamboo forest with bamboo shoots falling into the shell; It seems that the sound of frogs should be harmonious, like the sound of lapping the shore waves; It is like a bright moon shining in the night, and it is like children chasing kites. Let people hear the infinite yearning from it, just listening to the sound of the piano, Han Ruo forgot the pain in his body.

The song was finished, and she still felt the aftermath lingering in her ears, and she said stupidly: "Can you play a song for me every day in the future?" After asking, Fang Jue felt that he was rude, and hurriedly waved his hand to apologize, and hurriedly said: "I'm talking nonsense, you, don't pay attention to me." ”

He glanced up at her and coldly spat out a word: "Okay." ”

This word, which had no temperature at all, instantly ignited her heart, and her face turned red like fire rolling over for a while. Hanyang found out, and reached out to touch her forehead, and asked suspiciously: "But the wind is cold?" Why is your face so red. ”

Han Ruo slapped his hand and said in a low voice, "I'm fine." ”

Han Yang looked at her with some suspicion, and then gave up, and sighed to Han Yi: "Master, you are too good to Xiao Ruo, in the past, you may not have played a song in January, but you were willing to promise her to play every day!" ”

Han Ruo blushed and his heart beat when he heard this, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but say, "Hey! Who is Xiao Ruo! ”

"Is there anyone else but you?" Han Yang looked at her inexplicably.

"Don't call me that! It's like a kitten or a puppy! Han Ruo immediately retorted, she was noble, where had she ever been called like this.

"If it's small, if it's small!" Hanyang grimaced at her mischievously.

Han Ruo thought about it and shouted: "Xiaoyang! ”

Who knew that Hanyang didn't care, and smiled brightly, "Oh! That's a good name! ”

The two of them were arguing with each other, you come and go, Han Yi glanced at them lightly, and then got up and floated away......

To be continued