"Do you know the origin of the spotted bamboo branches?" Oh, if you can't test her wisdom, this problem, where to others, I'm afraid it will be a failure, but here in Qiansang, it's different.

Assan's memory is very good, every time he reads ancient books, he never forgets it, and he reads more books, so he naturally has a superb memory.

"Legend has it that Emperor Shun had two concubines, one called Emperor E, the other called Nuying, after Empress E's Nuying died in Cangwu Mountain, Emperor Shun often missed them, so that tears fell on the bamboo wood, and then there were bamboo branches." She said that he had a look of satisfaction on his face, and it was a long time before he spoke; "Keep going, this king Bingzhu, let's go together."

"Yes." She couldn't bear to go against this moment, his preparation, he walked in front, the two entered the bamboo forest, there were cranes, they woke up, the crane chirped and went into the distance, the bamboo leaves fell on the ground, layer upon layer, very soft, into the center, is a clearing.

There are stone tables and stone chairs, because of the inaccessibility, so it is quiet here, he put the candle on the table, gently shook the bamboo next to it, Qiansang saw that there were lilac flowers falling, the flowers rolled down, Qiansang held a handful to see.

The flowers are very fine, like the flowers of jujubes, and the flowers have a particularly novel and refreshing smell, but the strange thing is that the flowers of jujube are yellow or white, but this flower is purple and blue, and she is puzzled when she sees this.

"Lord Wang, dare to ask what kind of flower this is?" She is lonely and unheard, and the strange prince wants to wait for the shallow mulberry to come, and go to see it together, it turns out to be a strange scene that he has never met, and he gently pressed down a lush spotted bamboo branch and showed it to her.

Assan-sang threw away the flowers in his hand, and looked at the flowers with his eyes inch-free, it was really strange that this flower was actually open from bamboo.

"Ah, bamboo blossoms?" Assan-sang felt incredible, she had only heard of it before, and had never seen it, but now, seeing the flowers of bamboo with her own eyes was incredible, she gently stroked it, and looked at it with loving eyes.

"Look, there are many." As he spoke, he gently swayed the bamboo, which was under the strength of the autumn wind, and the flowers were like stray bullets, and all the crackles rolled down, on her shoulders, in her hair, and in the folds of her clothes.

She jumped a lot, "Lord Wang, this is the flower of the spotted bamboo branch, the slave has never seen the spotted bamboo branch bloom?" Assan-sang said, while involuntarily wanting to dance, Assan-san is Assan-sang after all, and everything is unchanged, although now he is wearing an ugly face like Qi Shengnan.

But now, it seems to have another feeling, in the wind, the flowers fall on her body like weapons, it doesn't hurt, but it is very comfortable.

Looking at Qi Shengnan in front of him, he felt more and more similar to Assan, and a contradictory emotion had a tug-of-war in his heart, obviously, this is a girl like a broken flower and a willow, obviously this girl is so ugly, but the strange thing is that this girl can attract people's attention so much.

Clearly......

Obviously, Qiansang and this girl are two extremes, one is elegant and delicate, and the other is ugly and rough, but why does it have such a different feeling of fit? His heart thumped, and he involuntarily approached the woman.

"Assa-san, Assa-san!" He muttered, his warm hand had already grasped the palm of Assan, and a familiar feeling quickly rose in her mind, he didn't know what to say, but he just looked at the girl in front of him with his black phoenix eyes, and he couldn't catch this girl's every move.

Yes, she's not Asa-san, but strangely, she has a feeling on her body that is very similar to Asa-san, and that feeling is familiar, but this face.

"Lord Wang, the slave is Qi Shengnan." She was frightened, and his abrupt action made her immediately kneel beside her, lowering her pink neck, her voice trembling.

The autumn wind blew the trembling sound into his ears, and neither of them said a word superfluously, and the tacit understanding was very good, and he reached out and pulled her up who was kneeling on the ground. "It's this king who is presumptuous, it's really strange, this king always feels that you and this king are a ...... A person is very similar. ”

"The prince's old love for the princess is unforgettable, but you must also understand that the whereabouts of the princess are unknown, that is well known, and now, nine times out of ten are more than auspicious, please also ask the prince to mourn by the way, besides, there are thousands of women in the world, you should be able to find a better one."

"No, you can't!" His frustrated fist landed on the bamboo wood next to him, the bamboo torso shook, and the fluttering flowers fell even more colorful than just now, as if an invisible rainbow wrapped the two people in the center. That slender figure stood in front of her, so upright, and the abyss was overwhelming.

For many years, they were also so happy, and they also had poetic snuggling under the night, and they also had husbands and wives singing with their wives, but they were all in the past, her robe was bright yellow, and in the moonlight, it looked like spotless jasper. It seems that even the bright moon is embarrassed to leave a mottled shadow on his body.

"This king blows the flute, you dance, what do you think?" Suddenly, he suggested this, in fact, since she came here, she knew that her heart was falling. In fact, his gentleness has completely wrapped her, and the city of Mingxin has gradually been lost, but the whole person is still strong.

The inky black hair was like a fine piece of black jade, and like a black waterfall, the clear stream fell on his shoulders, and the thick black was illuminated by the moonlight. There is a white bun that radiates a poetic sheen.

He had already taken out the jade screen flute he was carrying, and played it gently, at this moment, the flowers on the branches seemed to fall like the occasion, falling silently, and now, she didn't care so much, like a lonely goose that had lost her partner, she found the warmth to survive.

She seemed to recall the flirtatiousness of the tip of his tongue, and also remembered the warmth of his embrace, and he, closed his eyes, took a soft breath, and began to play.

"There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world. Helpless beauty, not on the east wall. The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt. ”

"When I see Xu Xi one day, comfort me and hesitate. I am willing to match virtue and join hands. I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed. The phoenix returns to his hometown and travels all over the world to seek his phoenix. When I haven't met anything, I don't know what to do! There are beautiful ladies in the boudoir, and the room is poisonous to my intestines. ”

"What is the fate of the neck for the mandarin ducks, the beard and the cheeks soar together! The phoenix and the phoenix are from me, and they have to be entrusted with the tail as a concubine. Friendship and harmony, who knows each other in the middle and night? The wings are flying high, and I don't feel that I think about the remaining sorrow. ”

This was once upon a time, such a familiar music, at that time, they were often so entertained, and he had a faint smile on his face, "Can you sing, or, this king sings, you dance." He said as he began to sing.

His voice was so clear, like a crane chirping in a pavilion, and it was so loud, like a murmuring stream and a jade song, he had entered the mortal world, and he had reached the Nine Clouds Network.

Assan-sang only heard his voice, and the song had been perfectly interpreted, the sound of heaven......

"There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world. Helpless beauty, not on the east wall. The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt. ”