Drama • Chapter 30 • The wind and rain are coming

Feng Jian was landing on the shore, Zhuge Xi squinted, suddenly rose into the air, overtook Feng Jian's control, and then shook his hand, the jade flute was already in his hand, Feng Jian was slightly stunned, and then hugged his chest and chuckled.

"Yujin is still reacting so fast."

"You still need to say it."

"But I'm no worse than you."

It's just that between the sword light and sword shadows, the sword blade has resisted in front of the jade flute. Zhuge Xi frowned slightly, indeed, a few days ago, he was bored in the room all day long studying military books, and his hands and feet were not very flexible, Feng Jian smiled secretly, the sword edge jumped, and went straight to Zhuge Xi's throat, Zhuge Xi panicked and wanted to hide back, but he didn't stand firm, and he fell backwards. Feng Jianyan quickly reached out and grabbed Zhuge Xi's waist and helped him up.

"If it weren't for my lack of exercise a few days ago, how could I have lost to you?" Zhuge Xi pinched his wrist.

"It's not fun to read military books all day, is it?" Feng Jian teased.

Zhuge Xi was too lazy to care, took the jade flute, and shook the water droplets falling from his hair. It was an unintentional move, but it looked like a shock in the eyes of others.

Feng Jian was slightly stunned and squinted at Zhuge Xi.

The willows came with the spring breeze, disturbing the mood and blowing the eyes.

The wind blows, the river hits the bank, the starry night is confused, the tulle dances with the wind, the black and white colors are lightly entangled, and the willows dance wildly with the wind, rolling up all kinds of red flowers. The catkins fluttered and fell, the moonlight was dim, the meteors fell, the dark clouds were full of air. The dream is cool and the wind is crazy, the stars fall white and fall, the white yarn is light, the black cloth is tightly wrapped, the willow branches are stiff and piercing the wind, and the white stars fall in the velvet clouds. In the end, the wind stopped, the willows were still the same, the red flowers were scattered on the bank, and the river was still flowing slowly. The white gauze and black cloth slowly spread out, lazily falling to the ground, black and white are still distinct.

The dark clouds have dispersed, and the yellow sunset has been seen, and the blood is red and stained with white clouds.

Zhuge Xi got up and straightened his messy hair bun and robe, and saw that it was too late, so he held the horse and prepared to return to the city. Feng Jian was slightly stunned, then laughed, leaned over and grabbed Zhuge Xi's arm, picked him up on the horse, and the two rode back together.

After returning to Yacheng, Zhuge Xi fell asleep from exhaustion, leaving Feng Jian alone to read the military book, and the corners of his mouth were dyed with an unknown smile.