He slapped the table that was already creaking, startling Gongsun Yangliu, who had devoted his left arm to the study of ink.

When Shui Ran withdrew his faint internal force, Ye Fengzhu and Ling'er invariably and arrogantly faced him at the same time.

At a certain moment, Mo Yan was approaching, wearing a heavy black silk hibiscus coat mopping the floor, the fragrance of hibiscus flowers sticking to the light purple gauze sleeves, and sitting next to Ye Feng's side.

Ye Feng stopped and opened his eyes, and as soon as he raised his head, he realized that it was Mo Yan, and people were like jade.

A hint of breeze stirred, Ye Feng stopped chuckling lightly, and slammed into someone's heart.

Mo Yan's wide sleeves are inexplicably filled with a stack of hibiscus flowers, purple, red, yellow, pink, and white, like clouds, shallow exposure, shallow breeze, and a trace of rolling waves, making Ye Feng stop looking stunned.

Mo Yan stretched out his hand and shook them all out, and the fragrance of the table lingered, blowing into Ye Fengzhu's nostrils, and the bright bewitching color diffused into Ye Fengzhu's innocent and distinct eyes.

"Let's get out!" Mo Yan took her jade and delicate wrist under her nose.

Ling'er covered her mouth, blindfolded, and smiled secretly.

"Hmm." Ye Feng stopped and responded.

Then, one after the other, one left and one right, they walked out in the breeze, and when they stepped out of the threshold, there were tall trees with no end in sight.

Straight into the sky......

The breeze shook the towering canopy, and every branch and leaf of the tree was slightly resounding, and the salsa was very rhythmic, so that Ye Feng stopped thinking of the flute played by the wind above the house at that time, and slowly entered the hearts of everyone, and even all things in heaven and earth, a grass and a flower, a tree and a bodhi.

Pouring water did not show any emotion, a little calm, and his fingers did not tremble.

However, Ling'er was worried about him, and he would overturn the table to the ground at any time.

Ling'er saw a ray of light in his eyes that flashed no more than before, and he understood a little.

He poured the second son into the water, but he cared about her red-clothed Youling Ye Feng stopped.

They were all competing with each other, secretly rubbing themselves to make a fire, she knew, she had seen many examples in the past, although Ling'er was young, and she had only been in the world for a full fourteen years.

Ling'er walked up to Shui Ran, ready to tease him.

Who knows, a splash of heavy ink was suddenly sprinkled on a white page of rice paper laid out on the bookcase, graceful as a shock, fluttering like a dragon, so angry that Gongsun Yangliu was angry, he poured water but didn't care at all, his face was calm and unwavering, and he didn't care.

Before Gongsun Yangliu could open his mouth to scold, he saw Ling'er, a female disciple in white in Lingshan, step on the table with both legs, and easily kicked away the refreshments that had been prepared in advance for Dump Shui Ran with just one kick.

Gongsun Yangliu was angry and planned to chase him out.

Ling'er was in a vigorous posture and ran fast with a smoke.

At the threshold, there was no trace of the courtyard under the stone staircase, and there was not a single shadow of the silk.

Really...... The spirit snake that came out of the mouth of the Spirit Mountain Cave!

Ling'er snorted, hahaha, laughed hahaha, squatted down, bent over and covered her stomach and couldn't laugh, the voice was clear and pleasant, it was very tactful and good.

At the end of the day, Gongsun Yangliu was not discouraged.

Dumping Ran told her, don't be like a child's family.

Gongsun Yangliu thought to herself, they are obviously jealous, what's the matter, she is the dignified Miss Gongsun, and she is the fiancée of the swordsman Shaluo, how can she ...... Can't show off and show off?

"Do you do that again...... Pout, but it doesn't look good. Shui Ran looked at her apricot core eyes, smiled lightly, and then her wrinkled willow eyebrows naturally fell off and stretched into their original appearance.

"What about you...... How are you going to compensate me, I'm not happy anyway. Gongsun Yangliu exhaled.

"Those two people, a red-clothed Youling, and a Ling'er who entered the cabinet halfway, are really hard to mess with!"

"Jealousy is red, and the intimacy between the two of us ......"

"You say," Gongsun Yangliu said with a low brow, "they ......"

"What's wrong?" Pour Shui Ran asked.

"Did that red-clothed Youling pinch his heart on you earlier in Wuzhuang?"

The water fluttered, and with a smile in his eyes, he rippled in the boudoir of Gongsun Yang Liu in the wind.

"No, how is that possible?" Pouring water said, a serious look at her eyebrows.

Gongsun Yangliu heard the maids say that he poured water to save the red-clothed Youling.

"You saved her—didn't you?" Gongsun Yangliu asked, his voice seemed so steady, his face was unharmed, but he didn't let go.

"The father's birthday banquet in Yutingfu." Pour water stared at her, then closed his gaze.

Gongsun Yangliu looked at him in surprise, and sure enough, he glared at him several times.

"I'm just saving a woman in dire straits, and I have no other intentions."

"If it were someone else, I would always lend a helping hand."

Gongsun Yangliu looked at him silently and spit out several shallow breaths.

"Don't be unhappy, you care so much about someone who doesn't care about you, be careful of getting angry." Shui Ran held her thin wrist, and whispered softly.

"Does that Ling'er also like to make trouble, help take the red-clothed Youling......" Gongsun Yangliu confided, holding his stomach angry, "Don't be angry......

"I'll teach you a lesson......" she said.

"How to teach?" Gongsun Yangliu Yang Mei said.

Before he finished speaking, Gongsun Yangliu secretly confided again, "And Mo Yan, isn't he your good brother?" And so did ...... Hey, forget it! ”

"Don't they say they can't get used to me moving here and living with you?" Hundred Flowers Literature

"As long as you ......" Gongsun Yangliu clenched his hand, affectionate, "It's good to be attentive to me, and there is no intention of abandoning it." ”

"Hahahaha......" Pour Shui laughed.

"Liu'er, what did you say?"

"You are my wife and children, and you are my dearest and beloved person."

Gongsun Yang leaned on Shui Ran's chest, stretched his frowns, showed a clear breeze on his face, and said lightly: "Well, I'm not angry, let them be good, this time, I will put what kind of red-clothed Youling, what kind of Ling'er's horse." ”

"My lord has a lot of them!"

His heart was quietly pinched by something, and the pain was hard and penetrated into the marrow of his heart, which was an act of powerlessness.

In the past, he lied to everyone, but he never told her Liu'er.

Because, at that time, he loved her, not earth-shattering love, but—at least love.

Today is different from the past, he abandoned the heart of his grandson Yang Liu and fell in love with others.

And that person, in his heart, what he will not change in this life - but she - the red-clothed Youling.

But he had to use an extraordinary means to protect her and love her.

Dusk, in the round hall, dancing, white clothes delicate, red clothes resentful.

She looked at him with an unusually resentful look - the second young master, pouring water.

He is sitting on the top, and his fiancée is Gongsun Yangliu, that is, the willow that he calls every day.

Wu Xia looked at Ye Fengzhu, her eyes lingered, and she was shocked by the dancing posture of the red robe, and praised again and again: "Murong Qingwan's dancing posture is beautiful, beautiful, ......"

"Isn't it pretty? She is the red-clothed lady of Wuzhuang in the past, no matter how she says, she also has to leave a thin face for him and Deputy Zhuang He and Liu Zhuang Zhuang. Gongsun Yangliu glanced at the red clothes under his feet, and glanced at several white clothes by the way, before he found the cunning Ling'er.

She Liu Er couldn't help but sting the heart of the red-clothed Youling, and by the way, she also criticized the people inside Wuzhuang.

She Liu'er was not used to looking down on the people in Wuzhuang, all of them saw the wealth and opened their eyes, eager for quick success, Wuzhuang was actually peaceful, but behind the scenes, there was a fight for life and death, and the undercurrent was surging, except for his fiancé, the swordsman Sha Luo.

She entered the door of this martial arts village in red, and it was no better.

Hearing that the people of the Gongsun family have always spoken harshly, Wu Xia saw it with her own eyes and ears today.

In the past, he had only heard about it, but today he realized that there was indeed something that he had done, so that he could also appreciate and be taught.

A group of white-clothed people naturally retreated, leaving the red-clothed Youling alone. Ye Feng stopped dancing with a green waist, and there were beautiful women in the southern country, dancing with a light green waist.

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.

The more Yan strikes the Qianxi, Wu Ji stops the white silk.

The slow state cannot be poor, and the complex posture is curved to the end.

Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, beautiful women still exist.

Pouring water quietly admired her Murong Qingwan's graceful dance steps with great interest, but what reflected the cold machine's eyes was her meanness and coldness.

Like an autumn wind, blowing through all the blazing.

Drunkenness relieves a thousand sorrows, but it alone can't solve the sorrow of his second son.

On the surface he was laughing, but in fact his heart was bleeding and crying, and no one felt more uncomfortable than him.

Ling'er asked, bypassing Liu'er's back.

"It's fine." poured water and took a shallow sip of wine, but a trace of grief sank into his eyes.

The voice was close to Ling'er's ears, and no one else heard it.

Liu Er was watching with interest, but the white-clothed people evacuated one by one, leaving only Murong Qingwan alone, naturally showing a little dissatisfaction, unhappy and unhappy.

"There are flowers to drink, and there is no moon and no upstairs. Three cups lead to the avenue, one drunk relieves a thousand sorrows, there is a saying. Ling'er turned to him and glanced at him.

Then, just as he was pouring water and holding the wine cup in his hand, when the shallow clothes were breathing through the wind, a large field full of petals fell from the height in front of him, purple red, very beautiful, and corresponded to her, Murong Qingwan's ghostly curtain.

The grace is green, and the clouds and trees are murmuring. is also with the ruthless moon, few are fragrant remnants, and it is indeed a beautiful woman who has been left in his heart for a long time......

After a glass of wine, there is no threshold for finally wanting to go to the fairyland in your dreams, glass after glass, but she Murong Qingwan was unmoved.

Liu Er realized that after taking a look, she saw that the dumping water beside her was drunk, and her eyes were gradually blurred, indescribable.

There are a few places in the white clothes that smell of alcohol, and they can't get close.

At the end of a song, the purple and red of a place reflect the eyes, light or heavy, shallow or deep, all of which are just stubborn obsessions.

Mo Yan asked him to get up, entered the attic door, and entered his bedroom.

"It's so heavy, sleeping so deadly...... Mo Yan sighed, one arm stiffened on the edge of the threshold.

He-poured water, was thrown by Mo Yan's hands, and fell on the brocade couch.

He was still muttering that he wanted to drink another glass, two glasses, three glasses...... Drink well!

Ye Feng stopped but didn't look at him, he didn't have any thoughts of visiting, and he was immersed in the rhythm from slow to fast throughout the whole process from the beginning to the end in the Fangcai Round Hall.

It's the end of a song, or not.

Letting go of the boudoir, he sulked shallowly.