After asking for directions, Lu Heng walked towards the back garden under the guidance of the turtle father.

It's not that I really want to go to the toilet, it's that the atmosphere in the hall is too noisy. The smell of rouge, the smell of alcohol, and the smell of sweat are mixed together to make people sick.

In addition to the hall of the Shaolin abbot born in the 80s, the cool breeze at night blows, gently brushing the face, with a slight coolness, but it makes people feel deeply quiet.

When I raised my head, I saw the bright moon in the sky, like a jade plate, hanging in the night sky. Radiating with a cold glow.

In the back garden, the pavilions and pavilions are quietly bathed in the night, and the pavilions covered with silver moonlight reflect faint fluorescence, just like the jade of the Moon Palace.

Under the arched bridge, the murmuring water makes a soft sound, and under the silver moonlight, the clear stream water seems to float countless catkins, shining silver light, swaying and shining.

Take a deep breath, the fragrance and brightness of the flowers in the evening breeze make people feel clear.

After looking in the garden for a while, Lu Heng walked into the ten thousand flowers, in a secluded pavilion. After casually dusting off the dust on the stone chair with his long sleeves, Lu Heng lifted his robe and sat down with a big grin.

The night breeze blows, and the black hair like ink moves with the wind.

The robe on his body shook slightly in the wind, as if it had life.

Quietly looking ahead, I saw that under the silver moonlight, everything was quiet. Only the bright moon in the sky sprinkled ten thousand clear lights.

Raise your head and look at the full moon in the shallow clouds, like a dignified swan, cruising in the night sea!

It's so bright!

The wind blows and is slightly cool.

Lu Heng sat on the edge of the pavilion, looking at the bright moon hanging on the corner of the pavilion, his face was full of calm and watery looks.

Looking at the tea cup that had been held in his hand, Lu Heng wanted to take a sip, but found that the tea was cold. It tastes tasteless.

He smiled slightly, and put the blue and white porcelain tea cup on the table beside him. Then he turned around and quietly looked at the deep blue night sky, a bright moon.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace! I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be cold in the heights. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? ”

Looking at the building bathed in the moonlight in front of him, he whispered the eternal words of the Dongpo monks, and for a while he fell into this beautiful and calm scenery, and couldn't extricate himself.

It wasn't until there were bursts of cheers in the brightly lit hall in the distance that Lu Heng's thoughts were disturbed.

Turning his head, he glanced at the hall and saw that the hall was brightly lit. It's just that, maybe it's because the distance is too far away, and I can't see it very clearly, just like a patch of light, combined, separated.

Oh, which genius should have started composing poetry, right?

Lu Heng withdrew his gaze from the blurred light, shook his head and smiled, and turned his gaze back to the moonlit building in the garden.

It's just that the atmosphere is disturbed. In my heart, I no longer had the slightest difficult peace just now.

Lu Heng smiled slightly, and continued to chant softly in his mouth: "Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine without sleep." There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Heng picked up the cool tea cup on the table, and after taking a look, he smiled slightly, still raising his head and drinking it down.

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles."

After taking a long breath, Lu Heng stretched out his hand, dusted off the wrinkles on his body, lifted the front swing, and stood up.

After placing the blue and white porcelain tea cup that shimmered with silver brilliance on the table, he was ready to leave.

It is wonderful to be born, but you are still a worldly person.

Lu Heng smiled, raised his eyes to take a look at the peaceful garden, and then set his eyes on the hall where the noise came.

That's where you should be!

"What, that's it?"

Behind him, a cold voice came ethereal. The voice was as flat as water as if it had no life.

turned around, but saw that on the road leading to the bamboo forest under the pavilion, at some point, there was a woman standing.

This woman was of good looks, with a cold countenance and extremely fair skin. Dressed in a long white dress, slim and elegant.

The night breeze blew, and her soft white dress moved with the wind, dancing lightly.

At this time, in her arms, she was holding a guqin, and she was quietly looking at Lu Heng who was about to leave in the pavilion.

Apparently, she was going to come here to play the piano. Oh, this pavilion should be her territory.

Well, I'm a dove in the magpie's nest!

Lu Heng smiled apologetically, clenched his fists, and was about to apologize. The woman glanced at him lightly, then moved her calm gaze to the side.

"Childe, are you leaving?"

The woman didn't look at Lu Heng, but looked at other places and said calmly.

The tone, as if talking to himself, was still asking about the strange man who had broken into his back garden.

"It's better to go!"

The woman muttered to herself, her gaze cold and distant.

At this time, Lu Heng didn't know how to answer. Standing in place, he smiled helplessly, shrugged his shoulders towards the woman, spread his hand and said, "Sang Rui! ”

Then, after arching his hand, in the corners of the woman's eyebrows slightly furrowed, she turned and left.

Behind her, the woman looked at the scholar who was gradually leaving, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she was puzzled by the word that the scholar had just said.

Sang Rui?

What does this mean?

When he raised his head, he was about to ask a question, but he found that there was only a moonlit road in front of him, and the scholar didn't know how to think about it.

The woman shook her head slightly, and did not pursue. Holding the guqin, after walking into the pavilion, I saw that the guqin was placed on the stone table, and when I was about to practice the qin, I saw the blue and white porcelain abruptly placed aside.

At this time, the moonlight spilled into the pavilion, and the edge of the blue and white porcelain reflected the hazy moonlight, which shone slightly.

The woman looked at the blue and white porcelain so quietly, and for a while, she was a little stupid.

The evening breeze blew and blew away the inky green silk on the woman's forehead.

After retracting her gaze from the blue and white porcelain, the woman stretched out her slender jade fingers and put them on the guqin, but she didn't know what to play in her heart.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight...... Unconsciously, the scholar's leisurely chanting echoed in his ears.

The woman sighed slightly, and under all the boredom, she pulled the strings.

Like the sound of a clear stream and a quiet spring, it came out softly, and suddenly spread all over this cold garden.

It's just that what she sang turned out to be the words that Lu Heng had just recited casually.

The sound is tactful, like the gentle murmuring of a stream, which makes people intoxicated.

After chanting like this, the woman stopped the guqin in her hand, pressed her hands on the guqin, and quietly tasted this eternal poem, and said to herself lightly: "The words are good, but unfortunately they are not sincere enough!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a loud voice coming: "It's just that the girl is pirating, why are you still slandering others behind your back?" ”

While walking on the road, Lu Heng suddenly remembered that it was not good to throw things away at will. Then he turned back and took the blue and white porcelain.

It's just that after walking back, I happened to hear the woman singing the water tune song she had just casually recited.

The sound of a quiet orchid in a hollow valley and a clear stream and a quiet spring made him, a person who was accustomed to listening to all kinds of music in later generations, immerse himself in it for a while.

Until the song fell, Lu Heng was still immersed in it.

It's just that the woman's words, but unfortunately they were not sincere enough, made Lu Heng smile slightly, and had to come out.

Clearly, the woman was aware of her presence.

is not sincere enough, obviously forcing himself to show up.

However, as the saying goes, the first strike is stronger, and the second strike suffers. The first thing Lu Heng picked out was to be the first to speak, smiling and talking about women's piracy.

Saying this, Lu Heng smiled slightly, watching how the woman answered.

But the woman didn't seem to hear him, and she didn't see anyone who saw him. Still tuning the strings on his own.

It wasn't until Lu Heng was about to wait impatiently that the woman lowered her head and continued: "Replacing wine with tea and respecting Mingyue, is it sincere? ”

Hearing this, Lu Heng looked at the blue and white porcelain beside the woman's hand, smiled, nodded and admitted calmly: "Heh, what the girl said is reasonable, but it is not sincere enough!" ”

He didn't explain why he didn't use wine, because he knew that it was wine or tea, and it might be an excuse to say it himself. But to the woman, it was nothing.

"Is Childe just going on like this?" The woman finally raised her head, and what she presented in front of Lu Heng was a cold and elegant face.

Seeing that this scholar looked at Lu Heng fixedly, with a hint of shock in his eyes, the woman's gaze remained unchanged, and she was not happy or angry in her heart, so she looked at this scholar so lightly.

"It's time for Childe to go back!" Seeing the scholar standing still, the woman lowered her head and continued to fiddle with the strings. Said lightly.

"Why?" Lu Heng asked casually.

The woman looked up and looked at him indifferently. Then the fingers flicked, and with a clang, the strings played.

"As the son said, this is the territory of the concubine!"

Belch...... Well, for good reason.

Lu Heng could only nod and agree.

It's just that before leaving, he turned around and clenched his fists and asked, "Although it's a little abrupt, I still want to know the girl's name!" ”

"Why?" The woman played the strings gently, never looking up, just asking lightly.

"Because ......" Lu Heng smiled, after glancing around, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the bright moon in the night sky, and said with a smile: "Because of her!" ”

A woman like the moon, with a moon-like temperament.

Even if it was a dream, Lu Heng hoped that he could learn the woman's name in the dream.

Hearing this, the woman's fingers playing the strings stopped slightly.

raised his head and looked at Lu Heng lightly.

After a long time, the woman lowered her head and smiled faintly.

The smile on that pretty face was like the moon's brightness hidden among the clouds.

"Concubine Zhuoyue!" The woman said lightly, her fingers clanged, she raised her head, looked at Lu Heng and said, "They call me Ruolan!" ”

(To be continued)