The eyes are charming, the clouds are like sleeves, the drums are swaying, the forehead is yellow and the willows are blowing, and the slender hands are broken with new oranges.

Yun Lan brushed the beads of sweat on his forehead, and a jasmine fragrance floated around his body, glowing with the mist of the moon shadow moving the wall.

At the end of the morning's practice, the dancers and maidens of Qufu hid in the Huanlian Pavilion, all thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls, chirping like birds when they had free time.

The topic of conversation is nothing more than the rouge of the Splendid Pavilion and the pearl hairpin of Linglong Fang, or which lady at the family banquet wore a beautiful neon dress, bowed her head, her temples were like ink, and her face was pretty.

On the opposite side of the railing is a cluster of rose-colored begonia flowers, a rare species transplanted by the lord from outside the plug.

Yun Lan's gaze passed through a field of flower shadows, and when she saw a corner of Tsing Yi disappearing on the long corridor of ink and blue, her heart couldn't help but ripple with his voice.

"The magnolia of the chaos, the recklessness of the night. The sun and the moon are not drowned, and spring and autumn are in order. ”

The master's voice was like spiritual dew passing stones, with the clear and pleasant ear of the first glow after the rain, and Yunlan felt as happy as drinking nectar.

"Yunlan, Yunlan!" Luo Ying pushed her beside her, looking at her chaotic and intoxicated look, she followed her eyes to see Tsing Yi in the corner of the corridor, and couldn't help but laugh in a low voice: "Oh, the girl is thinking of spring!" Shame. After speaking, he dotted his fingers on the pretty side and pretended to laugh at her.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yun Lan blushed and gently pushed Luo Ying.

She lowered her pink neck, and her white and greasy neck was like a bending wind lotus, reflecting the water-green skirt, and her face became more and more delicate.

Aunt Jiaoxi walked with a stiff face, and her steps were as fast as the wind. When the girls saw her, they immediately closed their mouths obediently and stood quietly side by side.

"Tonight, the sovereign will have a banquet for King Gaoyang in the main hall." Aunt Jiaoxi habitually looked at each girl as she spoke: "You review the newly rehearsed "Beauty Walk" a few times, so you don't have to dance for the guests tonight." ”

"Yes, Auntie!" The girls replied in unison, their teeth like braided shells, and their teeth like jade.

"King Gaoyang is an upstart in the current dynasty, and his status is noble, you must show twelve points of ability to deal with it, and you must not sweep the face of the lord!" My aunt's face was grim.

"Yes, Auntie!"

"Also, I'm only allowed to eat half full at noon today!" After teaching Aunt Xi, she raised her head and specially reminded her: "Luoying, especially you!" If you are caught stealing, I will break your legs! ”

"Yes! Aunt. Luo Ying blushed and nodded, and couldn't help but playfully stick out her tongue at Yunlan.

Luoying has a round figure, her skin can be broken by blowing, like a piece of white jade, she likes sweets and bait, because of this shortcoming, she has been scolded by Aunt Xi.

After the lecture was finished, everyone dispersed. Yunlan and Luoying followed behind everyone, and heard everyone whispering frequently: "Hey, you know what? I heard that the king of Gaoyang is very handsome, and he is the dream lover of the daughter of the boudoir in Kyoto! ”

"Not only is it handsome, but it's also powerful, and no one dares to mess with it when it's tyrannical in Kyoto!"

"But I also heard that he was very brutal, and if he was not satisfied, he beat his subordinates to death!" The other whispered: "Hmph, I see, it's the murderer, what's so rare!" ”

"You can't eat grapes but you say grapes are sour! If you can fly up the branches and become a phoenix, I don't see if you can go! A few people said as they walked, but they couldn't help but glance at Yunlan with their spare eyes.

Yun Lan turned his head away, pretending not to see their gaze.

The deliberately lowered voices of several people still clearly reached Yun Lan's ears: "When it comes to beauty, none of us can compare to her!" ”

"I'm secretly jealous of you again!" Luo Ying grinned, and two sweet pear vortices appeared on her cheeks, making her face more soft and white, cute and delicate.

"Sister Xu said, there are lotus leaf glutinous rice cakes in the kitchen today. If you don't run faster, you might be robbed by someone else! Yunlan deliberately teased her, but Luoying really fell into the trap, left Yunlan, and ran away.

She didn't forget to smile and tell her: "You take it easy, my aunt can say, let me eat half full today!" ”

June day, child's face. The sky was still clear just now, and after a while, a dark cloud drifted in, a cool breeze hit the sleeves, and dripping raindrops rolled down.

Yunlan was busy hiding in the cloister, but the rain still wet her skirt. She leaned on the railing, looking at the lotus leaves in the lotus pond, the pink lotus flowers were slim, like a beauty in full costume.

"Slim and elegant, straight from the middle to the outside, not vines and branches."

The sound of the poem startled Yunlan, she raised her head, but she didn't expect to drown in Luo Zike's dark eyes.

"Master!" She stepped back in shock.

Since she is a Kabuki of Qufu, he is the master of Qufu's private school, so it is inconvenient to talk casually, so as not to lead people to gossip.

Qu Lian'an, the lord of Qu Mansion, is also very taboo for his subordinates to associate with guests.

Yunlan turned around to hide, but he didn't expect the rain outside the corridor to get heavier, and the raindrops fell on people, not only cool, but also a little painful.

Yunlan had no choice but to retract his feet, hide at one end of the corridor, and skim away. However, the bright red couldn't stop dyeing her cheeks and burning her whole body.

Luo Zike sat down on a bench in the cloister, tapping the jade railing with one hand, as if to accompany the sound of rain. His fingertips are slender, like bone stone and jade, refreshing people's hearts.

It's just that she can be in a quiet room with him like this, and she really feels sweet. Yunlan couldn't help lowering his neck and clenching his sleeves tightly, really wanting this rain not to stop.

However, after a while, the clouds and rain dispersed, and the rainbow hung in the air, and it was sunny.

Luo Zike stood up and shook the placket of his clothes. He wears a plain white silk gown, and the corners are embroidered with long green and white bamboos, which complement his cloud-like temperament, and are particularly clear.

Seeing him walking towards the exit, Yunlan hurriedly shrank his feet and dodged to get out of the way, but unexpectedly, Luo Zike walked to her side and stopped, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his long sleeves and handed it to her: "Miss Yunlan, if you like poetry, you can read some bamboo slips." ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, she blushed, lowered her head, and muttered, "I can't read." Just listen to Master, you read it well. ”

It turned out that she secretly listened to him read poems and texts, and he knew everything. Didn't she hate it, so let her take the bamboo slip herself to read?

Thinking of this, Yun Lan hurriedly raised his head: "If the master doesn't like me eavesdropping, I won't listen in the future!" ”

She was so anxious that her beautiful eyes were red, her already pretty and charming face, and her raised Danfeng eyes were a little pleading and eager. The blow can be broken, and the skin like a snow veil is shrouded in a faint flush.

"It's not." Luo Zike was about to explain, but she just heard someone call her name: "Yunlan!" ”

She turned and walked away, as if in a hurry to clear up, not wanting to see that the two had conversed.

The shadow is charming, and the faint scent of jasmine floats around the body. Luo Zike couldn't help but take a deep breath, clenched the bamboo slip in his hand, and wrapped a bead hairpin in the center of the bamboo slip, with orchids and clouds engraved on the hairpin's head.