"Then you have to keep it a secret!" said as if it were an order. "Huang Gongzi is the person loved by the young palace master of my family, if you can't control your mouth, let Huang Lang cold Feng Die's heart, don't say it's you, and the entire river town will be destroyed. ”

"I have my own measure, and I don't have to threaten me. His words were neither humble nor arrogant. Although they are facing demons, shemales have their own ways, so what is there to fear.

"What should I do with this Zhu Yun?"

"If the young man wants him to die, he won't live. As he spoke, Huang San raised his knife and cut off his head.

The courtyard of the Huang family is extraordinarily wide, rockery stone carvings, flowers and bonsai, and there is a Hanfeng ancient pavilion next to the small pond in the garden. Huang Lang was sitting in the pavilion, playing with a jade flute. He knew that Qing'er liked to listen to flute music, so he deliberately learned the art of playing the flute, and worked the rhythm, and now he also knows some repertoire.

"Handled?"

"The head has been thrown into the ten-mile lotus pond. ”

"There's no leakage, right? I don't want to get into a lawsuit. ”

"No, apart from you and me, only Juxian Lou knows about this matter. ”

Huang Lang hummed, then got up and closed his eyes, and continued to practice playing the flute. The dry sound came slowly, but it didn't take long for the flute to become melodious and melodious, and there seemed to be some excitement in between, and the whole courtyard resounded with a beautiful flute.

After Huang Lang finished playing a song, Huang San had not left, he wanted to speak and stopped, and only stood dumbfounded. His heart was extremely loyal to his master, and he was hesitating to tell Huang Lang what he had seen and heard in Songyanggang.

Huang Lang glanced at Huang San and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"There is indeed something, but I can't say it, but I don't want to hide it from the young master. ”

"Then don't say it, hide it as your secret, and it's better not for me to find out. ”

Huang San knelt down on one knee, "Young master, I can't say anything about this matter, but I still have to advise the young master, it's better to gather in the immortal building less." ”

Huang Lang didn't answer and continued to play his flute. Perhaps in his opinion, no matter who Juxianlou is, he is just a chess piece in his hands.

3

The lotus flowers in the past are the testimony of Li Zhiqing and Zhu Yun, and the rain and dew on the lotus are so crystalline. Qing'er was rowing alone on the lotus pond, the surroundings were silent, a few lotus flowers withered, and the lotus leaves began to turn yellow. Qing'er looked so lonely, and even her back was full of sadness. Her face was haggard, as if she was aging rapidly.

Not far away, standing on the arch bridge is no longer the face of the past. Huang Lang stood quietly on the bridge, letting Qing'er's boat pass under the bridge, and he just rolled his eyes with lovesickness.

Zhu Yun went to Beijing to take the exam a year ago, and has not been heard from since. His family searched everywhere, but there was still no whereabouts. The ten-mile lotus pond has not changed, and it is still beautiful in the summer sun. Year after year, the lotus blooms on time, but Zhu Yun does not fulfill his promise on time.

The boat swayed away from the bridge, and the people on the bridge finally couldn't help but call softly - Qing'er.

She doesn't answer, not even her head.

Huang Lang plucked up his courage and called out loudly: Qing'er. But Qing'er still didn't look back, the lonely back was motionless on the boat, and the boat went with the flow, not knowing where it would take the girl.

Huang Lang lowered his head, he never imagined that it would be such a result! But he was a person who refused to admit defeat after all. He jumped up from the bridge and landed firmly on the end of the boat. Qing'er didn't pay attention to it, so Huang Lang took out the jade flute in his arms, took a breath, and began to play. In a moment, the lotus pond was floating with a beautiful and beautiful song of "Lotus Words".

The breeze is blowing, the fine fish swimming, the fragrance of flowers in the wind accompanies you, and you Sijun goes north from time to time. The sun and the moon cycle back and forth, day after day, Jun is in the bow of the boat, and the lotus is still the same. Yiren laughs, drunk wine, ten miles of lotus pond lotus flowers, wandering on the shore is willing to eliminate sorrow. Thousands of miles away sent back and forth, acacia on acacia, Jun has gone ashore and stayed.

The lotus song is a ballad that circulates in the river town, when the literati of the Northern Dynasty traveled south, they met the Yi people by chance in the lotus pond for ten miles, and they had a feeling and wrote the lyrics for the lotus song.

Huang Lang is naturally handy in playing the hometown tune, but he is also talented, and he has ingeniously changed the tune in several places in the song to make it more beautiful and beautiful. After he finished playing a song, he came to another song, and he didn't stop for a moment, until the boat floated to the shore and Qing'er got off the boat and went ashore, and he put away the jade flute.

"Fools are better than fools, your fools are not as true as mine!" Qing'er finally spoke, but her voice was very flat, but despite this, it still made Huang Lang very pleased. This was the first thing she said to Huang Lang this year.

"Qing'er," Huang Lang stared at Qing'er affectionately, and then said resolutely: "Zhu Yun is dead!"

"I know!"

"Your life should not be for a dead person. ”

"I'm sure Peng Jun will come back. ”

"He's dead!"

"So what, I just believe he'll come back. Her voice suddenly became very intense, as if she had gone insane, and slowly began to speak incoherently, "What if he is dead, is he dead? What if he is dead? What if he is dead, he will come back to marry me、、、 after that, and then her voice became cold again, like her dejected back.

"Qing'er, and me!" Huang Lang's most wishing in his heart at the moment was that Qing'er could turn his head to look at him, but Qing'er only turned his back to him from beginning to end.

Huang Lang was extremely negative in his heart, as if he had lost the most important thing in his life. He walked back with his head down, full of thoughts. He never expected Qing'er to become like this. He originally thought that as long as Zhu Yun was not there, that Qing'er would belong to him. He seemed to feel a little stupid now, but his alter ego was complimenting him on his cleverness. Even if it weren't for Qing'er, he would have killed Zhu Yun, but the time was different. He felt that he was getting better and better, and that an excellent person would not allow another person to be better than him, especially a person who had grown up together since childhood and studied with the same teacher.

"Even if I can't get her heart, then I want her people too. Huang Lang said to the butler standing behind him: "Give the Li family a dowry." ”

"Young master, is this a bit abrupt?"

"You just do it. Huang Lang's tone is like a military order, which cannot be questioned. He couldn't wait. It took him a year to capture Qing'er's heart, but now it seems that even if it takes another year, it will be difficult to make Qing'er change her mind. Maybe time can wash away the sadness, but time flies by, and Qing'er's face is gone.

Huang San came to the courtyard through the back door, holding a box in his hand. He put the box in both hands and said, "Young master, the phoenix butterfly girl from Juxian Tower sent it." ”

"Give it back. ”

"The young master still has a look," his voice became quieter in his next words, "Juxian Lou can't be an enemy, the young master should take a look." ”

Huang Lang gritted his teeth and did not take the box immediately. A year ago, Juxian Lou helped him kill Zhu Yun, and for the next year, he would shed a bowl of blood every month to protect this secret. But other than that, Ju Xianlou didn't let him do anything else, let alone threaten him with it. Huang Lang still opened the box, and inside was a very delicate phoenix hairpin, with a note pressed underneath.