He slowly turned his head and saw Jing Ying staring at him stupidly. Smiling slightly, the long sleeves rolled lightly, and a small leaf gently hit her forehead.

Jing Ying sighed, and then she came back to her senses with a flushed face, and she looked embarrassed that her mind was seen through.

"What to do is stunned. The sky is already bright, and if you don't leave, Zhu Yao will have to talk again. He ignored it, smiled and took the piano into his arms, the long sleeves brushing the hem of her skirt, and a burst of medicinal fragrance wafted by. He had slowly descended the mountain the way he had come.

The cyan back seemed to carry a hint of depression that she didn't understand, and the long robe fluttered among the bamboos. In this moment of looking up, it was as if something had gently collapsed in her heart.

Is it that today's morning light is too bright, or that today's gentleman has an unknown feeling in his heart.

She shook her little head and hurriedly followed.

Mr. is still Mr., Jing Ying is still the one who loves to laugh, but why is her heart flustered and her heart confused? Jing Ying thought wildly.

The gentleman walked slowly ahead, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, and he walked very slowly, as if thinking about something.

"Ying girl, in two days, it's June 12?" He asked suddenly, faintly. Jing Ying was stunned, for some reason, Mr. Today's call her "Ying girl" inexplicably made her feel uncomfortable.

"Sir, Jing Ying is sixteen. Isn't it a girl? In the future, my husband can't call me a girl. Jing Ying walked a few steps closely and stood in front of him, her hands crossed on her hips in a huff, and her round apple-like ruddy face was a stubborn look.

The gentleman was slightly stunned, suddenly glanced at her, and then smiled lightly: "Okay, our Jingying has grown up and is no longer a girl." ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward with a smile and patted her on the head, still walking straight to the bamboo house. Jing Ying saw that his movements seemed to be coaxing a child, so she couldn't help but hang her head in frustration and followed forward.

"Sir, what is the 12th of June?" After all, she is a child's heart, and after a while, she asked curiously.

A trace of melancholy flashed on Mr. Qinglang's handsome face, and then the corners of his mouth hooked, and he seemed to be full of anticipation, and said with a smile: "Of course it's a good day." There are distinguished guests coming. ”

As he spoke, his face, which had always been as indifferent as water, changed his deep expectations, and his eyes like black jade flashed with a different brilliance, Jing Ying was stunned, such a gentleman was something she had never seen before. The gentleman who is as calm as the wind is so vibrant. It was as if a vitality was injected into his body like this, vigorous and upward.

The sunlight shone on his face through the bamboo leaves in the forest, his high and smooth forehead, the bridge of his nose straight and slightly curved, and a thin but elegant lip under his nose. The emerald color of the forest bloomed in his brilliant eyes, and when he looked at her, the light and elegant beauty of the whole forest was not as good as a smile on his lips.

"Sir! It's time for breakfast. A gentle female voice sounded behind them. broke the silence of the two men.

Jing Ying woke up, couldn't help blushing in embarrassment, and when she turned around, she saw Zhu Yao with an indifferent face, standing two feet away, respectfully blessing herself.

Hearing this, the gentleman put away the smile on his face and said gently, "Zhu Yao has worked hard. His always gentle voice has a soothing effect, although Zhu Yao's face remains unchanged, but his eyes are a little softer, and even the fatigue of getting up in the morning is much less.

She smiled slightly: "Mr. got up early, and the slave maid couldn't find Mr. in Mr.'s room, so I thought Mr. was going to the mountains to play the piano." ”

That "slave maid" made Jing Ying sober up a little, and she saw that Zhu Yao ignored her, so she had to say to Mr. "Sir, why don't you help Mr. take the piano back to the room." She said that she was about to step forward to pick it up, but the gentleman tightened the piano in his hand slightly, and said with a smile: "This piano is heavy, you might as well, I'll take it back to the room myself." ”

As he spoke, he quietly picked up the piano and walked back to his room.

With her empty hands raised like this, Jing Ying suddenly felt a sour heart. Only then did I find out that the piano was not the "breeze" that Mr. played every day.

Zhu Yao was careful, and suddenly said with some surprise: "That's Mr.'s favorite 'Luqi', why did you get it to the mountain today." ”

Jing Ying put her hand down and said with relief: "Sir, I think I have to bask in the sun after leaving it for too long." ”

The two looked at each other, and then they felt that they had unconsciously joined together. Zhu Yao glanced at her, a little embarrassed to go back, Jing Ying was stunned and pulled her forward, salivating and smiling: "Good sister, just spare me, I don't speak lightly or heavily, you don't have to deal with me." ”

She dragged and pulled, Zhu Yao was already two years older than her, and she naturally got along with her a lot on weekdays, so she was a little annoyed, but this time she also dispersed.

She glared at her, "I know it's lazy." I didn't do anything, and I did a bad favor, and if I was lazy, I told my husband to go and ask him to punish you for copying big characters. At the end of her speech, she seemed to think of something extremely funny, and she couldn't help but smile slightly.

Jing Ying made a bitter little face, sighed, and called repeatedly: "Good sister, don't be like this, I'm wrong." The last time I copied the big characters, it didn't toss me half my life. Jing Ying didn't dare, didn't dare. As he spoke, he twisted his body and was tired of being coquettish on her.

Zhu Yao couldn't help but laugh, twisted her round face lightly, and said, "Okay, hurry up and serve Mr. to eat." She said and left. Jing Ying suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "Sister Zhu Yao, Mr. Fang Cai said that there are distinguished guests on June 12." ”

Zhu Yao looked back in a little surprise and said, "Really? ”

"Of course it's true, Mr. Fang Cai said it himself." Jing Ying was a little proud to show off the news she had just gotten, and a little sour in her heart was quickly left behind. It's a good thing to have a distinguished guest, and the gentleman has been closed for nearly a year, and she really wonders what kind of guest can make the gentleman so happy.

It's probably a fairy figure like a gentleman. Jing Ying couldn't help but start fantasizing in her heart.

Zhu Yao was silent for a while, although Mr. had escaped from the world this year, but Mr.'s reputation was well known throughout the country. In the court, Mr. is like a lonely sand gull soaring between heaven and earth, even if he comes and goes freely, but after all, it is only a temporary leisure, and I don't know when he will be bound to that heavy burden.

She sighed softly in her heart, looking at the mountains of green bamboos, and for the first time felt that her heart began to be pressed with an inexplicable heaviness,

This year's purity, I don't know if it will change because of this distinguished guest.