The smoke and rain are hazy, and the white jade is scattered.

One wide, one narrow, one well lane, long years.

Le Zheng sighed: "Lingshan is really rich. ”

The simplicity and strong envy came to his face, and even the rain curtain couldn't stop the sour smell on Le Zhengluoting's body.

In the rain, Lu Aya thought that this girl was really unknowledgeable, and felt that she looked like her former self, so she shook her head.

Candle Mingxiang burst out laughing.

Le Zheng looked at her dissatisfiedly and asked, "Sister?" ”

Candle Mingxiang covered her face lightly and said apologetically: "I thought of something interesting. ”

Once, the girl next to her was like this, and she hated the rich even more...... It is even more useless than Le Zheng falling into court.

"It's the truth." Le Zheng pouted, they didn't know how miserable the life of Shushan was, so much white jade was used to build a house, if it was Shushan, it would have been exchanged for silver and used for refining.

The houses in Shushan are all wooden, which is worse than the inn in Luoyan City.

Le Zheng looked at the smile on the corner of Candle Mingxiang's mouth, and thought about whether he had said the wrong thing.

It is a bit vulgar to say that Lingshan is rich.

Should it be said to be rich?

What's the difference.

Le Zheng frowned and walked behind, looking at the staggered white jade buildings in the distance, thinking about where Lu Aya would live.

The highest place?

Le Zhengluoting's eyes flew around, making Candle Mingxiang also start to care.

She couldn't help but wonder where Lu Aya would live.

Lu Aya did not walk into those alleys, nor did she walk on that avenue, but always walked along the riverbank, holding an umbrella under the willow tree, with admiration in her eyes.

Le Zheng said in his heart, Lu Aya is fascinated by the scenery.

Candle Mingxiang realized something, and looked at the observation tower in the distance.

Le Zheng Luoting also saw the observation tower, and suddenly, he said to the candle Mingxiang beside him: "It turns out that you want to hide from the rain first?" ”

Lu Aya should want to go to the observation tower to see the scenery here.

What a delicate girl.

Like.

Of course, Le Zheng Luoting would not think that Lu Aya would live in a viewing tower when there were so many gorgeous residences.

So, now she's surprised.

"This is my home." Lu Aya stood under the eaves, and there was rain like a curtain.

Le Zheng is falling into the court.

Lu Aya seemed to see her thoughts, and said, "You can see willow trees here, I like willow trees." ”

Le Zheng Luoting nodded hurriedly and said, "The willow tree is very beautiful......

The candle incense looked through the rain curtain and placed it on the plaque.

Whisk Willow Pavilion.

The ink on the card is like red silk, a hundred turns and a thousand times, and there is tenacity hidden in it, like a strong pine on the mountain, standing there forever.

What a whisk willow pavilion.

Candle Mingxiang lowered her eyes, and her eyes were like the long rain flowing on the eaves behind Lu Aya.

Candle Mingxiang said: "The words are very beautiful. ”

"Thank you." Lu Aya stretched out her hand and said, "Please come in." ”

"Excuse me." Le Zheng was in a trance, she didn't expect everything to go so smoothly.

She entered Lu Aya's boudoir.

In this way, they have seen each other's boudoir relationship.

Le Zheng forgot that in her room, she almost killed the girl in front of her because of jealousy.

And Lu Aya's room is very simple.

At least in the eyes of Candle Mingxiang, because it is a viewing building, it is also normal.

Lu Aya got out of the wheelchair, put her feet on the ground, leaned the oil-paper umbrella against the wall, and said, "Please wait a while, I'll go change my clothes." ”

She has an umbrella, so her skirt is inevitably wet, and Le Zheng has a sword qi to protect her body, so naturally there will be no problem.

Le Zheng blurted out and said, "Do you need my help?" ”

She regretted saying it, because it was very rude.

Lu Aya said: "No, thank you." ”

Turn around and go upstairs.

Le Zheng Luoting breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart why he was so unproductive, but fortunately Lu Aya was not angry.

Candle Mingxiang said in her heart that this girl has no interest since she went up the mountain, and she does not match her gentle appearance and cold personality at all, and thought: "Shushan is really a very strange place. ”

And Le Zheng Luoting stood quietly leaning against the stairs, pricking up his ears, as if listening to something.

Candle Mingxiang also listened for a while, and found that there was only the sound of rain.

Le Zheng sighed and said, "If it doesn't rain, it's good." ”

Candle Mingxiang said in her heart, she didn't want to hear the sound of Aya changing clothes.

I don't think it's a good idea.

After Le Zheng was disappointed, he took a deep breath and said, "It's such a strong ink fragrance, alas, there are a lot of words here." ”

With that, she walked around the small hall and looked carefully at the ink writing hanging on the wall.

Candle Mingxiang nodded, there is a very strong smell of ink here, to be precise, as soon as the door is opened, there is a smell of books, and the four walls on the first floor are full of Lu Aya's ink treasures on the east side.

She had noticed it a long time ago, but she hadn't looked.

Maybe it's because it's rude.

Maybe it's because I don't dare to look at it.

In short, from the very beginning, Candle Mingxiang stood in place, waiting for Aya's landing to come down.

Le Zheng walked over, looked up for a while, and sighed: "It's really well written, it turns out that the three words of Fuliuge are from her hand...... I thought it was the handwriting of a senior in Lingshan. ”

Although she doesn't know how to read, she can already feel the bearing of the little girl's words, and Lu Aya already has her own aura in calligraphy.

It's just that this poem is a little ...... Sad? Le Zheng said in court.

Candle Mingxiang's heart beat faster, so she endured it and didn't look at it.

"Sister, do you know poetry?" Le Zheng turned back and asked.

"Yes." Candle Mingxiang replied and walked over.

I couldn't hold back.

Rise.

For a moment, the ink color shattered the water curtain in Candle Mingxiang's eyes and hit her heart.

The ink has not dried, and the wonderful brushes on this wall were all made by Lu Aya overnight.

Le Zheng asked in the court: "You don't have to live and die for many years, and your soul has never come to dream...... What does that mean. ”

"It's a story. ”

Le Zheng was puzzled: "Story? ”

Candle Mingxiang said seriously: "Story." ”

Le Zheng wanted to ask more specifically, but when he looked at the terrible serious eyes of Zhu Mingxiang looking at the ink pen, he closed his mouth.

She said in her heart that her sister actually liked Lu Aya's writing so much.

Also, the boundary between Danqing's wonderful hands and ink pen calligraphy has always been blurred, and it is estimated that Candle Mingxiang also has a good hand.

Le Zheng looked at it for a while, and felt that the poems were very good, but she couldn't see one or two, she was the kind of poor daughter who could only practice swords, and she couldn't understand the poems, that is, she was a little patient from Lu Aya's hands.

Now I didn't have any patience, so I walked up the stairs and continued to listen.

Candle Mingxiang looked at the word, her expression was calm, but the eyes that were originally rain curtains turned into a blue sea, and the rain flowers fell, setting off ripples.

[The upper poor blue falls down the yellow spring, and the two places are gone. 】

Every word is like a sharp knife, and like the most beautiful love words, Candle Mingxiang was a little stupid for a while, she thought: "What a literary girl." ”

If you look to the right, you can't take your eyes off it.

[In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth I wish to be a branch.] 】

[The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred lasts forever. 】

Each word contains the emotion of Aya, which is as tactful and flexible as red Aya, like the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Candle Mingxiang smiled, like the ten-mile willow tree outside the window.

She muttered, "I see. ”

It turned out not hate.

But at this moment, she would rather it be hate.

Le Zheng suddenly said, "It's snowing." ”