The clear water reflects the bright starry sky, and the moonlight water rhyme pulls the two embracing shadows into the rippling blue waves. (Biqu Pavilion)

Ziwei accidentally saw the reflection in the water, and wanted to see the truth, when suddenly a gust of night wind hit, the wind sound was like plucked strings, and waves of water waves disturbed a pool of spring water, leaving a broken clear light,

The illusory shadow, dripping and fluctuating, wants to be praised, but it is just infatuation.

Jia Qi draped her clothes over Ziwei's body, swaying a dissolving moonlight in the vast water. A gentle eye silently conveys the tenderness of water rhyme. The warm eyes are transformed into the flow of intention, with both waiting expectations and mature melodies, which can chisel through the closed heart wall, not afraid of moths to the fire, and print a clear, lively, charming and natural charm.

Hunt Qi's expression is fickle, like a landscape painting, gorgeous and colorful.

For a moment, her brain was petrified and blank.

The slightly hot clothes really fell on her body, burning Ziwei's heart, expelling the illusory shadow left by the broken Qinghui, just looking at this pair of clear eyes that were alone for her.

The fish did not dare to be lonely, jumped out of the water, waged their tails, and surrounded the boat to find food.

The fierce crape myrtle woke up from the gaze of his warm black eyes, found a way out of the lost way like a lost child, and remembered the betrayal at the fish banquet, and his heart was astringent, which was not a good taste. Just now, in the beautiful moonlight of the lotus pond, she revealed her heart for the first time: I hope someone will live with her in the wilderness, in the city, and in an idyllic secluded life.

He was silent.

It turned out that Ai Lian at the flower viewing banquet said that the interpretation flowers of the county lord were all fake.

A head of black hair, casually tied behind his head, that kind of temperament, like the moon in the water, flowers in the mirror, bright and bright, like a shadow in the clouds, ethereal and charming. It's all illusory beauty.

Ziwei's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, she slowly untied her clothes, got into the thin quilt, covered her head and closed her eyes, two lines of tears flowed down uncontrollably, and suddenly disappeared into her dark sideburns.

Hunt Qi twisted his shirt and looked at the quilt with an unreal expression for a moment, and swept around with a somewhat playful gaze on the corner of his lips.

Hunter got up and went to the stern, opened a plank, revealing a hidden compartment, and brought out the food box and the small stove.

Grab the boat gang, see it in your hand, quickly catch the gluttonous fish from the water, and wash the fish with clean water.

Then, with his hands and feet, he set up the small stove. Grill the fish on the fire.

After a while, a burst of aroma wafted around.

At this time, a small hole was scraped in the corner of the quilt, and a pair of resentful eyes flashed from the small hole.

Watching a pair of dexterous hands flip the fish, sprinkling salt and seasoning on the fish from time to time, and after a while, the fragrance wafted out.

The big eyes opened wider. The resentment in his eyes deepened. After a while, he closed his eyes and refused the temptation of food, "Gugu" sang the empty city plan with a stomach.

"Hehe, county lord, try my craft, this is what I specially asked the cook to learn in order to make tonight's dinner." Hunting Qi's warm voice sounded at the right time, settling her heart like an Anxin pill.

He lifted the quilt and pulled up the little woman who pouted and looked like a resentful woman, comforting his daughter's Ziwei.

Jia Qi stuffed the grilled fish into her hand, and said softly and manfully: "The moonlight is charming tonight, I have prepared some things that the county lord likes to eat, and I will accompany the county lord to enjoy the scenery and the moon." ”

After saying that, he took out snacks and fruits from the food box and put them on the wooden board at the stern of the boat.

The two of them sat at the stern of the boat, one person and one fish, sitting opposite each other, Hunt Qi kept looking at Ziwei and smiling, laughing so embarrassed that Ziwei got up, and the unhappiness just now was also resolved by a warm smile, and unconsciously she also melted into the night and laughed.

Crape myrtle took a bite of the fish, and it tasted very delicious: "delicious"

"If it's delicious, just eat more." Hunt Qi smiled gently.

The delicious taste aroused crape myrtle's appetite, and crape myrtle lowered her head and took another bite, and praised again and again: "It's really delicious, you are a genius in cooking, you only learn it once, and you can make a super first-class level, which is really impressive." ”

Jia Qi smiled quietly, handed her a glass of water at the right time, and knew that she had not eaten well at night, so he brought dinner to the boat and ate together: "After eating the grilled fish, I will eat the boiled fish again until I am full and drinkable." ”

Ziwei didn't bother to think about why he moved the fish banquet to the boat. It is just that it is an irreversible truth that the people take food as their heaven.

Now I don't think about anything, when I'm hungry, just eat quickly.

The corners of his lips pursed, and he had been standing quietly to the side with a smile in his eyes.

There is something special about this scene.

Jia Qi saw that the fish in Ziwei's hand was almost finished, so he hurriedly turned around and went to light the fire again, set up a small pot, the water boiled, and a snow-white head fish was put into the pot.

When it was all done, he sensed that something was wrong, and he lost the chewing sound of eating fish happily just now. Busy with her hands, don't turn her head, and find that Ziwei was eating with her hands full of oil, she stared and blew the fish bones hanging on the corners of her mouth, and the fish bones were blowing crookedly. The bangs on her forehead that she blew with her head tilted gently on her face, and the fish bones were mischievously competing with her. just refuses to be left behind.

"Hehe, county lord, I'll come." A folded silk handkerchief in the oblique thorn was handed over, and Hunt Qi held the silk handkerchief and raised his hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, and after gently removing the fish bones from her mouth, he carefully wiped off the ground meat on the corners of her mouth, and whispered, "Okay." ”

Ziwei was stunned, and her whole body seemed to have lost consciousness and turned into a puppet doll at his mercy. His movements were so gentle that the man's breath sprayed on her face, burning her face slightly. She tilted her head and bumped into a pair of smiling eyes with ripples in them, passing a pool of spring water to her, and under the reflection of the moonlight, her warm face was plated with a layer of soft light.

It wasn't until his hand was lowered that she came to her senses, almost drowning in tenderness.

She turned her face away and hid her reddened face in the shadows, but fortunately the moonlight was hazy at this time, otherwise she would not have known how to hide her feverish face.

Before she could recover from her feverish state, Hunt Qi grabbed her hand, wiped it carefully with one finger and one finger, wiped all the greasy on her hand clean, and then chuckled: "The county lord's ten-fingered Qianqian is really beautiful." ”

Ziwei was embarrassed, pulled out her hand, and snorted: "You are bored, who wants you to wipe my hands, in fact, I will wipe it myself." ”

"County Lord, Jia Qi is your husband, and it is my duty to serve you, so the county lord doesn't have to think about it." Hearing the word duty, Ziwei's heart sank, and the joy just now dissipated unconsciously.

"You don't have to. You can also be less responsible, you can be yourself. Find the life you want. You don't have to take me to the picturesque scenery and leave me with a piece of the beauty of the moonlight on the lotus pond. You shouldn't be."

A faint voice was like a ghost in the empty valley, breaking through the barrier of time and space, breaking the dream of the bright moon shining alone for her.

The beauty of everything seems to stand still.

Everything is beautiful and imaginary.

To whom does this beauty belong?

How to grasp this beauty?

The moon covered the fog and blurred the eyes.