The mountain breeze is blowing, like dragging and dragging, and the Aya Sa is unloaded behind it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Winding all the way, the breeze creeping to the top of the mountain, blowing the fine willows bent over, provoking the warbler song to be clear, but the footsteps without load fell slowly, with a little hesitation and helplessness. When you reach the top of the mountain, there are already monks waiting on the side of the mountain, leading Wuzai and others to the back mountain to see the strange stones. Without knowing the mind, it is not to look at strange stones, but to watch people.

General Zhennan also knows who he is, he has only seen a portrait in the palace, however, when he looks at the painting, the person who appears in his heart is not the person in the painting, the person is riding a white horse, wearing ink armor, wearing a hideous horned helmet on his head, and the cherry red helmet trembles with the wind. When I first saw it, I looked at it from afar, and I thought to myself, this person must be a reckless man. As everyone knows, when I heard the sound closely, the man took off his helmet, he looked very good, his sword eyebrows were like horizontal pine, his eyes were like lakes and seas, and the most thin lips were the thin, and his words were cold, but his words were warm. So far, I still remember the parting kiss, slightly astringent, light sweet, like the fragrance of the orchid, which makes people have a long aftertaste. And she, Shang bit him, and the scar was very deep......

Thinking of this, the corners of Wuzai's mouth curled slightly, and his eyes were filled with unconcealable joy. Gradually, I suddenly remembered that the nakedness in the night was opposite, my cheeks were red, but my eyes were not ashamed.

At this time, the breeze is cool, the skirts are swaying to the ground, the girls follow the monks and maids through the forest pavilion, and the princess Xunyang is jumping, just like a cheerful finch in the forest, looking at the figure of the butterfly wearing flowers without loading, smiling quietly. Oh, Xunyang raised a anthurium leaf, ran lightly, and said with a smile: "Sister, what is this?" ”

The monk said, "This is the language of the Buddha. ”

"Shut up, why don't you say more!" Princess Xunyang drank coldly, the monk's face turned red, and she hurriedly bowed her head.

Wuzai smiled, took the red anthurium, and argued carefully, the leaves were as red as blood, stretched out six fingers, and the inner lines were clear, just like palm prints, and said softly: "This is a red maple tree, Wu Zhongzhi, extremely rare." As he spoke, he tilted his head and thought about it, and said: "It is reported that there is a woman in Wu County, whose name is Midnight, who once composed "Song of Four Seasons" under the green maple tree. In the middle of the month, the seventh sister heard it, danced with the song, and suddenly did not notice, and the red silk in her hand fell on the tree. So far, the green maple in the world has become a mangrove. ”

"Wow, it's so beautiful, Sister is so knowledgeable......" Princess Xunyang's eyes are like stars, extremely beautiful and curious. In his heart, Wuzai has a wide range of knowledge, and he competes with other sisters in the palace, that is, he is a famous woman and knows everything.

Wuzai handed the anthurium to Xunyang and said with a smile: "When there is no one, if you sing "Song of Four Hours" under the tree, maybe the seventh sister can hear it, and you can make a wish." ”

When Xunyang heard about this, she was interested, and she would also sing two lines of "Song of Four Hours", even if she wanted to find the red maple tree to sing and make a wish. Wuzai glanced around and said with a smile: "The mountains are wide and the forests are deep, where does the red maple fall?" ”

Xunyang smiled: "Ye comes with the wind, just catch the wind." As he spoke, he raised his hand to catch the wind, saw the wind coming from the west, the corners of his mouth curved, and said with a smile: "Sister, looking for the sun does not look at the stone, looking for the sun and seeing the seventh sister go." After that, he smiled playfully, ran west with the hem of his skirt, and looked back at Wuzai, as if he was afraid that Wuzai would fight with her. Behind him was a group of servants, and in the distance was a group of guards in civilian clothes with knives.

Muzai smiled slightly.

The monk opened his mouth, raised his hand to call, but he didn't dare, his eyes purred, he held back his words, and led Wuzai and the others to continue to the back mountain.

The light sun is white, there is no shadow, the forest is silent, only the sound of grass is left, and there is no load with the monk to turn left and right, and come to a situation.

This place is a flying cliff, the cliff side is planted with green pine, the dwarf pine covers the Zhu Pavilion, the breeze spreads the Luo skirt, from the outside to the inside, it is difficult to see the pavilion. Entering the pavilion to the outside, the verdant four fields can be seen at a glance, and even the gentle mountain breeze seems to enter the eyes. To the southeast, there is a stone standing in the upside, a glance, the first is like a crown, the body is like a veil, and the arms are like a deer, Ling Ran is like a fairy. Gazing at it, it is plausible, between the shape and the god.

And at this moment, a group of people are judging around the strange stones, there are men and women, Lang Jun is heroic, his daughter is enchanting, and there is still a little Lang Jun, holding a pine branch in his hand, pointing to the east and poking in the west, as if he is talking loudly. The monk pointed to one of the inside, and looked casually at it, the person was wearing a jade crown, wearing a Chinese veil, and a three-inch short beard on his mouth.

Then, in the crowd, the only woman stepped forward lightly and straightened the crown belt under the man's chin, and the man lowered his head and smiled gently. Wuzai saw that he grabbed the woman's waist, and the woman smiled charmingly, leaning slightly, the two walked side by side to the wind, the wind came, rolled up the corners of the robe and skirt, the woman raised her eyebrows slightly, and the man smiled proudly.

The monk's eyes shrank suddenly, and he quickly glanced at Wuzai, lowered his head and said softly: "This is the concubine of General Zhennan, whose name is Yingxue." General Zhennan has been fighting outside all the year round, pillow and armor, and there is only one concubine on his side, His Royal Highness ......"

"Needless to say."

Because of the strong wind, no load pulled the back veil, light Mai Hua shoes, walked to the pavilion side of the railing, did not look at the stone and the person, the rental fence looked outside the pavilion, but saw the mountain wind chasing the light clouds, tender green cover flowers and cherries, sometimes there is a clear stream upside down, if a trickle. The clouds are like silk, the silk is worrying, the flowers are like sticking to the mirror, and the blur is also long, even if it is like practicing Qingxi, cutting it in every way, and it is on the heart in a thousand ways, and it is full of heart to flow eastward.

Dongliu ......

The wind came to the east, gently brushing the green silk between the ears, shaking the ring slightly. Wuzai stretched out his hand, and the graceful Chinese yarn faded inch by inch, and the wrist condensed the snow fingers, turned his fingers slightly, chased the wind carefully, and smiled lightly: "That is, like the wind, suddenly west, Russia and east." After that, he didn't look at the monk who was standing in the pavilion, nor did he look at the strange stones and people not far away, grabbed the skirt, stepped on the grass, and walked along the forest path to the east.

"Huh......" A piece of anthurium lay quietly in the green bushes, bending over to pick it up, and the corners of his mouth curled even more. After a while, pick up another piece, the more east, the red anthurium fell around, and after a while, there was a small stack of buds in his arms.

Gorgeous, anthurium charming.

The further east, the more quiet the forest, as if the heartbeat could be heard, walking and walking, the graceful and gorgeous red maple tree showed into the eyelids, and was stunned for a moment, and then, "Gege" smiled, dragged the skirt and flew to the canopy mangrove, the anthurium in his arms fluttered, wrapped around the back veil, and held the Chinese hair.

Wait under the tree, Wuzai raised his head, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, stared at the flowing clouds and the Chinese tree, and at this time, the breeze was blowing, the branches and leaves rustled, the sea of thought was quiet, blinked his eyes and thought about it, waved his hand to get rid of a handmaid and guards, and then, kneeling under the tree, holding his hand on the waist to calm the town, then, holding hands in the eyebrows, the eyes were bright, slowly sinking, reaching the ground, with the forehead against the back. After a while, he slowly straightened up and muttered: "Seventh sister, seventh sister, I don't want to have it, I only hope that Seventh Sister will know the heart of Wuzai." ”

In the middle of the night, he slowly relaxed his body, bent his knees in front of his arms, put his hands around his legs, and sang softly: "At the beginning of the month, Xinlin Jinhua Shu." The lover's play is spring, and the slender Luo is ...... In the early moon of the blue building, Luo Qi hangs a new wind. Before the song of spring, the cinnamon wine is clear. The cuckoo bamboo is singing, and the plum blossoms are falling all over the road. The swallow girl swims in the spring moon, and Luo Shang drags the grass...... singing and singing, her eyes are cheerful, and her toes can't help but tremble, beating the rhythm one by one.

Singing the spring song and singing the summer wind, Wuzai slowly turned his head, singing shallowly, thinking about the one who rode the white horse, come quickly, come quickly......

"Wandering, Wandering......"

At this moment, a low murmur broke the dream, Wuzai shook his head, and continued to sing. When it was, Yiren hugged his knees and sang, very similar to Qiao Yousi, Liu Nong was confused, his heart was confused, his heart was beating like a drum, his fingers trembled unconsciously, and he gently called again: "You Si ......"

"Seeing the three sunny days, the cicadas have recalled. Feeling the sigh of joy, the white hair and green sideburns ......, "No load will sing the winter song, I have to hear this, my eyes suddenly stagnated, and then, bright as a star, holding my calf, slowly turning my head, I saw it at a glance, and I was dead at a glance."

"Cheng, Chengdu Hou ......"

"You, Your Highness."

Liu Nong was stunned.

Wuzai smacked her eyelashes, she was so happy in her heart, the seventh sister really, really wished. For a long time, for a long time, Wuzai stood up, squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch it, afraid that this was a dream. Liu Nong saw her stretch out his hand, lest he be the same as before, so he immediately took a step back and said, "Minister, I've seen Your Highness." ”

Wuzai's hand paused halfway, and then, staring at Liu Nong, asked, "Where did you come from, this is a dream?" "His eyes were misty, and his expression was ignorant.

Liu Nong took a step back, looked left and right, and saw the maid and the guard in the distance, and secretly felt that this place was not suitable for a long time, so he waved indifferently towards Wuzai: "Your Highness, the minister entered by mistake, and the minister retreated." With that, roll up your sleeves and walk away.

"Wait!" Wuzai came back to his senses, bit his lip and drank coquettishly, and when Liu Nong turned around, he tried his best to calm his undulating chest, took a few steps forward, and said with a smile: "Chengdu Hou Ke knows, what song is the song that Wuzai just sang?" ”

Liu Nong replied: "Singing at four o'clock in the middle of the night." ”

Wuzai turned to Liu Nong, Ying Ying smiled: "Chengdu Hou Wen Song came, do you know what this song means?" ”

Liu Nong frowned and did not answer.

After waiting for a while, Wuzai picked up the back veil on the ground, held it in his arms, glanced at Liu Nong's lips, saw that the marks had faded early, his heart was slightly sour, but he smiled and said: "Say goodbye to you, it's almost a long time." Jun often enters the dream of no load, I don't know, can you ever enter the dream of the king without load? ”

Liu Nong said: "Your Highness, Liu Nong is wearing armor outside, and he only has state affairs in his dreams. ”

"Hehe......" Wu Dai smiled lightly, but his heart was like a knife, slowly walked to the tree pole, fell down, knelt down, looked sideways at Liu Nong, and said lightly: "The right talent Chengdu Hou called Yousi, that is, the girl of the Qiao clan, but is it?" ”

"Yes, yes." Liu Nong replied.

Wuzai picked up a leaf of anthurium, held it in his palm, his eyes were blurred, and his voice was euphemistic: "Chengdu Hou Kezhi is extremely envious of the Lu family's daughter, and even more envious of the Qiao family's daughter." Everyone in the world says that the emperor's daughter is the lady of the sky, in the clouds, unattainable. However, Wuzai has been displaced from the wild since he was a child and sold as a slave. The little lady of the Qian family is disgusted with no load, so she has not said anything for eight years. In the dead of night, you can whisper to the moon and hang your fingers in the dark piano, lest you forget the old sound. ”

Liu Nong was silent, Princess Qinghe pretended to be a dumb girl for eight years in order to protect herself, thinking that this woman was in the dark room, she didn't dare to speak, and she didn't dare to sing, so she couldn't help but sigh.

Wuzai looked at the red leaves in his palm, and continued: "The past has been dispersed with the wind, but if there is no Chengdu Hou to save him, Wuzai still doesn't know where he is, Wuzai, thank you." As he spoke, he was deeply blessed to Liu Nong.

Liu Nong turned sideways and avoided slightly, the corners of Wuzai's mouth raised, and said lightly: "You know, the dawn of the night, the light is invisible." You can know that no load is the ink warbler in the night, no one is seen, I don't know, only know that you are coming at dawn, with the light of the stars and the moon, and sneaking into the heart of no load. ”

Liu Nong said indifferently: "This is the duty of the minister, Your Highness does not need to worry." ”

"No knowledge is ......"

Wuzai picked up another leaf of anthurium, overlapped the two leaves together, saw that the two red leaves were like human palms, seamless matching, smiled quietly, and then looked at the closer, but it seemed to be a person on the side of the moat, willow eyebrows slightly frowned, put the leaves into the sleeve, and said softly: "Wuzai knows that if you want to marry your body, how difficult it is." The imperial family is weak, and he is neither arrogant nor arrogant, so it is difficult for the king to abandon his wife and remarry without ......"

Liu Nong's eyebrows were cold, and he squinted at the people under the tree.

If you don't see it, look up at the wind blowing the tree, only to see the anthurium swaying, as if you want to hold hands, but the breeze is ruthless, blowing in the east, blowing in the west, occasionally touching, but it is suddenly gone, muttering: "Fanghua is fleeting, and it is smeared in an instant." The love is deep and indescribable. Jun and relieved, don't say that Sima is difficult, even if there is no load, he can't bear to make it difficult for you. said, laughing at himself: "Lang Jun is affectionate, but not without load, the seventh sister hears the song, but laughs without load......" At this point, her voice became cold, and her meaning was firm: "However, there is no load, in this life, I will eventually marry." ”

After that, he got up, walked to Liu Nong, looked up slightly, his eyes were complicated, both happy and lost, when the tears were about to roll, he smiled slightly, turned away, and went away, looked back at the mangrove, and murmured to the faint moon robe under the tree: "Only hate this life is difficult to be calm, and it is like the moon tree with a lantern, no load, no load, no load, no load, what a pity for this life Huayi ......" (to be continued.) )