"What?"

"Tang Xiaosi, you miss me."

Tang Qianshu didn't deny it when he heard it, and asked proudly, "I can't miss you yet?" ”

Hearing this, Hua Thirteen couldn't wait to rub this person into his heart, he loved to listen to whatever she said, and he replied with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You can." ”

"Then you don't want me?"

Hua Thirteen looked down at her, his eyes unconsciously fell on her pink lips, his heart throbbed, and he mixed a little sweetness with shame...... I want to kiss this tricky and honest mouth. He looked away, his face slightly red.

"Could it be that I'm not as good as you?" Of course, he misses her too, and misses her for a long time, confused and stubborn.

"Huh? What are you blushing about? Tang Qianshu asked him.

"I'm not red."

"You're blushing, I'm looking at you."

Hua 13 laughed softly and pushed away her face, and started from the spot: "Don't mess with me, Tang Xiaosi, you stink Tang Xiaosi to death, hurry back and take a bath." ”

"Stinky?" She also dug up today! Two firsts in life! Tang Xiaosi simply lifted the hem of his dung-stained robe and fanned him, "I'll smoke you to death!" ”

There will always be some pictures in this world that pierce people's hearts because they are beautiful.

The frolicking appearance of the two teenagers in the corridor fell into Liu Ruyan's eyes in the distance, stinging her heart.

She always pays attention to the joys and sorrows of the people she falls in love with, and it turns out that unrequited love can not only make people gloomy and happy, but also torment. Even the person the other party cared about was a boy, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

Zhu Xun'er walked up from behind and looked in the direction that Liu Ruyan had been staring at: "Senior Sister Liu is looking at Senior Brother Thirteen again?" ”

Liu Ruyan came back to her senses and said with a smile: "No, didn't you ask me to wait here for Xun'er?" ”

"Senior Brother Thirteen and Fourth Brother Tang are really closer than brothers." Zhu Xun'er looked a little envious, Feng Feiye and her were lovers, and they had never been so intimate.

They just watched the two teenagers in the distance walking and making trouble, and finally the thirteen couldn't bear it anymore and put the teenager next to him in the crook of his arm, and the boy was honest, and the two walked side by side in unison, turning their heads to talk to each other from time to time as they walked.

It's too far away to hear what is being said, but it should be fun to think about, and it's so nice to look at the flower thirteen and smile.

If one day, he could laugh with her like this, it would be more precious to her than anything else, Liu Ruyan thought to herself......

"Are all boys like that?" Zhu Xun'er pursed her lips, "Okay, senior sister, let's go." ”

The next day, Tang Qianshu received the task and went to Taiyin Mountain with Hua Thirteen, Feng Feiye, Wei Huan, and Zhu Xun'er to track down the Mirage Demon.

Tang Qianshu took a look at the person who was selected for the past mission, and she and Wei Wei escaped together at the end of the mission in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. One of the princes of Fengfei Night was exiled from Nanxiu Kingdom, and one reason was that he suddenly appeared in Taiyin Mountain that day.

I don't know if these conditions will be related to their mission, but I always feel that the motives are not pure. The Nine Gates, who had been suspicious of her, reflexively suspected the Nine Gates.

Hua 13 said that he would intervene in this matter, and Zhu Xun'er ...... It is estimated that it came out with Feng Feiye.

However, this team Tang Qianshu likes it very much, everyone is an acquaintance, and they are comfortable together.

It's the time of spring when the snow melts. In many places, the snow is not yet exhausted, but there is already spring green gradually dyeing the earth. Look at the young shoots on the branches, and the green shade on the ground is fresh. Spring flowers are sporadic and a few shades of red. The sound of the water is murmuring under the melting ice.

Tang Qianshu and several people rode horses to Fuze Village at the foot of Taiyin Mountain, which was different from the scene when Layue came before, no longer wrapped in silver, but the houses were clear, the tender willows supported the wind, and the birds were singing.

The place where several people settled was the "Xianlin Inn".

Xianlin Inn is closer to Taiyin Mountain than the village, and lives alone, under a clump of bamboo at the foot of the mountain.

Next to the bamboo bush is a mountain peach, the branches are twisted, and the flowers on the branches are now pink. There is a pond in front of the inn, in which the small lotus shows its sharp corners, and a few pieces of duckweed float in the water.

On weekdays, the people who often stay here are the demon slayers who want to go up to Taiyin Mountain.

Tang Qianshu turned over and dismounted, took a deep breath of fresh air, looked at the surrounding mountains and springs, and the pavilion was unique, thinking of a poem, while chaining the horse to the stable, while muttering:

"Gushan Temple is in the north of Jia Tingxi, and the water surface is flat at the beginning of the clouds. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud. The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe. The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade. ”

Wei Wei bolted his horse and walked behind her: "Don't be sour, just your little ink." ”

Hua Thirteen had a few smiles in his eyes, and he also walked out from behind her.

"What is sour, I call it touching the scene." Tang Qianshu followed and walked out.

Feng Feiye asked: "A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallows peck the spring mud, the flowers gradually become charming, and the shallow grass can have no horseshoe...... Sure enough, the description of spring is just right, although it is not the same place, but the spring color is the same......"

"It's still night and considerate. However, this poem was not written by me, but the spring color of the West Lake described by a poet named Bai Juyi. ”

Tang Qianshu happened to walk to the wooden bridge on the lotus pond, and Hua 13 stood on the bridge and said: "Since the little fourth master has such a Yaxing, why don't you have a poem about crossing the bridge?" ”

Bridge poems? That's to write a poem when you cross the bridge, right? It's similar to a seven-step poem, but the small arch bridge that crosses the pond should be a little longer, more than seven steps, right?

Wei Wei had already walked to the opposite side of the bridge and beckoned to her: "Come, Tang poet, come to a poem across the bridge." ”

"Hmph......" Tang Qianshu clasped his hands around his chest, "Don't provoke me." She stood at the head of the bridge and looked back, Feng Feiye and Zhu Xun'er stood behind her and looked at her, fortunately, there are a few audiences, so show off. Come on, come on. ”

Tang Qianshu thought about it, looked at the flower thirteen on the bridge, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and took a step.

"Spring is not complete." As he spoke, he took two more steps towards him, and his eyes fell on the grass by the river, "The March wind blows the grass buds. After thinking about it, her eyes fell on the towering mountains behind the Xianlin Pavilion, and the snow vaguely covered the mountain, she walked to Hua Thirteen's side, and the corners of her mouth curled, "Bai Xue will make spring ...... Mountains and rivers garden tree ...... See Flying Flowers. ”

In spring, the flowers are not exhausted, and the wind blows the grass buds in March. The white snow will make the spring color, and the mountains and rivers will see the flying flowers.

Saying that, she had already walked to Wei Wei's side, turned around and raised her eyebrows and smiled at the person behind her: "Is the fourth master a poem, is it a poem?" ”

"Sour." Wei Jun pushed her.

"What is sour, Brother Thirteen, you come to guard Banqiao Shibei?" Tang Qianshu deliberately made it difficult to spend thirteen.

Hua Thirteen glanced at her indifferently, walked away, and said as he walked: "There are four or five people in the same company, and four or five horses are ridden." Hundreds of rivers splash residual snow, and the end of the world is spring. ”

The picture of the five people galloping on horseback, stepping through the mountains and rivers and the remnants of snow, and going to the end of the world together came straight to my mind, and sure enough, this man's heart was very angry. Tang Qianshu pushed him unconvinced.

"Sour than me!"

Hua Thirteen's eyes were full of smiles, and he didn't fight with her. He doesn't like to be vassal, but seeing that Tang Xiaosi wants to play, he follows.

Feng Feiye's charming and romantic appearance appeared at the bridge, and Zhu Xun'er stood beside him with a sweet face on the side and said, "You also want to compose poems on the scarlet night, you have to listen to it!" ”

Feng Fei stepped on the arched bridge at night, under the willows, the spring breeze blew, and his light-colored sleeves flew up, setting off layers of plain white yarn. The light of day and spring instantly enveloped him.

His face is like a peach blossom, and his eyes are charming, as if he is the most brilliant scene in spring.

He looked at the other side through the lotus pond, his eyes fell on Tang Qianshu's body, but his eyes seemed to be separated by a veil, sparse and faint, like glass.

His steps are light, and the spring breeze under his feet is gently rolling, slowly.

"Who is quiet by the lake? At this time, they don't hear each other. The shallow water lotus leaves roll the spring heart, and the poor acacia is not seen. He walked across the arched bridge of the lotus pond, causing the spring water to ripple, and the peach and willow green on all sides. The red lips opened lightly and continued, "Who writes poetry and snow to make spring?" The light mist in the water raises the white lotus. I hope that this flower is not out of the Tang Dynasty, and I hope that the light will shine on you every day. ”

To be honest, Tang Qianshu couldn't memorize it after listening to it once, and she had to think about it slowly to understand it sentence by sentence. It's definitely not the kind of person who can say "good poetry, good poetry" after she opens her mouth.

Who is waiting for each other by the lake? At this time, they don't hear each other.

The shallow water lotus leaves roll the spring heart, and the poor acacia is not seen.

Who writes poems and snow makes spring? The light mist in the water raises the white lotus.

I hope that this flower is not out of the Tang Dynasty, and I hope that the light will shine on you every day.

On the other hand, Zhu Xun'er on the side looked intoxicated and repeated it again.

"Whoever treats each other by the lake, that person must be ......" Although she didn't say it, everyone who heard it knew that she was referring to herself.

"Using the lotus leaves that are now curled and unstretched as a metaphor for the lovesickness that can't be spoken...... "It turns out that the relationship between them can't be made public, and Scarlet Night is so depressed in her heart." In fact, she didn't mind whether he got ahead or not, but he insisted on it as a man, and she let him go.

"Echoing what Fourth Brother Tang did just now, 'White Snow will make spring, and the mountains and rivers will see flying flowers', and suddenly I felt that a white lotus seemed to bloom in the water, which was very meaningful!"

Zhu Xun'er proudly showed off her sweetheart's literary talent to everyone, and continued: "Scarlet Night hopes that this flower does not come from the lotus pond, but from the Tianshan Mountains, which are as holy as snow, then he is willing to follow it like the light of the sky, shining forever and following it......"

Zhu Xun'er whispered next to Feng Feiye and said, "It turns out that you have such high expectations for me, do you think I am Snow Lotus?" ”

It's shameless to bask in happiness!

Tang Qianshu and Wei Yan looked at the two of them, turned their heads at the same time, and shook their heads. "The sour one." After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the Xianlin Inn.

Who writes poems and snow makes spring? The light mist in the water raises the white lotus. I hope that this flower is not out of the Tang Dynasty, and I hope that the light will shine on you every day......

Hua Thirteen looked at Feng Feiye, why did he think that the meaning of this poem was more than that?

Feng Feiye responded to his gaze lightly, not dodging at all, but curled the corners of her mouth and smiled. He was also noncommittal about Xun'er's poetry appreciation, and followed Tang Qianshu and entered the Xianlin Inn.