On the bank of the moat, the long stream is green, the pool surface is sparkling, the lawns on both sides are green, the scorching sun is bye, and a painting boat sails very slowly from the west side of the moat. The branches of the weeping willows hit the stern of the boat, and a pleasant piano sound, as clear and beautiful as the flowing water of the mountains.

Twelve leaned against the trunk of a large tree by the river, her eyelids drooping slightly, and the sunlight shone through the dense foliage, dappled on her body, as if giving her a very faint golden halo.

The breeze caressed her cheeks, the earth was fragrant, and Twelve yawned lazily, it seemed that the person who called her did not arrive.

She turned her mind around, turned around and prepared to leave, who knows, there was a beautiful piano sound behind her, the timbre is endless, the height is staggered, it is a swan song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" through the ages, the tune is tactful, and the examination is beautiful.

Twelve squinted slightly, looking sideways at the boat, the style of the fine mahogany, the carved wooden door hung a beaded curtain curtain, the windows hung with bamboo leaf windows, above the deck, a fiery red brocade robe, green silk like a waterfall, the placket was slightly open, revealing a fair, sexy collarbone, the man sat cross-legged, on his lap a sandalwood lyre, green ten fingers lightly picked the strings, flowing out of the high or low scale, which made people feel refreshed.

It's him?

Twelve was surprised, could it be that the person who used the dart to make her come here was really Ling Yuhan? A dark light flashed in her eyes, and she turned around indifferently.

"Ruyi, why don't you go on the boat and talk about it?" Ling Yuhan's hoarse voice passed through the fighting spirit and reached Twelve's ears, with a bit of bewitching taste, Twelve frowned, if you let me go up, I will go up? Nasal snorted softly, she pulled out her legs and left, really leaving Ling Yuhan behind.

Seeing her so annoyed, Ling Yuhan lowered his eyes and smiled, that smile actually made the surrounding scenery lose color, his bare hand plucked on the strings one by one, a trill naturally slipped out, his wrist, the loose silk around his waist wrapped in a straight line around Twelve's waist, and brought her back.

The twelve whole people were dragged onto the painting boat by him, and as soon as her legs hit the ground, she tightened her five fingers, grabbed the silk with her backhand, and pulled it hard.

Click--after an inaudible shattering sound, the silk strip actually broke in the air, the two of them grabbed one end with one hand, sat and sit, smiled and sank, and their eyes met, it was actually electric flint, like a "zizi" sound exploded in the air, twelve let go and threw the silk strip on the deck, a flick of the hem of the clothes, sat down at will, the movement was free and uninhibited, and there was no reserve and shyness that a daughter's family should have.

Ling Yuhan pressed the trembling strings with the palm of one hand, and after a few buzzing sounds, the piano stopped abruptly, and the green silk fell on his shoulder, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and he smiled enchantingly and charmingly: "What song do you want to hear?"

"Murder song!" Twelve snorted coldly, very angry in his heart, this person met several times, always so suddenly, talking to him was like seeing flowers in a fog, how could he not see through, Twelve didn't like this kind of frustration of being played with in applause, she liked to make her own decisions in everything, so that looking at Ling Yuhan, how to look at it was not pleasing to the eye.

However, if she knew that the person who saved her from Mu Shaoqiu in the imperial study the day before yesterday was Ling Yuhan, whom she had always hated, she didn't know how to feel.

Ling Yuhan chuckled, the smile was like a yellow warbler out of the valley, he shook his head, and the green silk swayed left and right in the wind with his swing: "I don't know this song." ”

"That's your loneliness!" Twelve-Tooth retorted.

"Why don't you give it a try? Let me open my eyes?" Ling Yuhan waved his red sleeves, and the lyre actually rose into the air, and his palm pushed heavily on the tail of the piano body, and the qin flew towards the twelve as if it had eyes.

As soon as the twelve hearts drank, his right hand condensed a fighting spirit, grasped the front end of the piano, and the fighting spirit walked away on the body of the qin, unloading Ling Yuhan's strength, holding the lyre steadily, his feet rotated around from the deck very quickly, and the clothes flew out of the air in the shape of a compass, and wisps of green silk drew a beautiful arc.

Ling Yuhan's eyes flickered, and he immediately clapped his hands and said, "It seems that you and I do have the same heart." "Otherwise, how can we cooperate so tacitly?" Twelve stood on the bow of the boat with the lyre in her arms, the body of the piano was upside down, she stood proudly in the wind in white clothes, looked sideways at Ling Yuhan, and said coldly: "You think too much, I don't have such a thing as you at all, how can we get connected?"

"Women, it's not a good thing to have a sharp mouth. Ling Yuhan shook his head and sighed, looking like he had no way to take Twelve, and he was so angry that Twelveth gritted his teeth: "You used such a despicable and inferior means to let me come over, for what? Could it be that you just want to invite me to listen to the music?" She didn't have the leisure to accompany Ling Yuhan to go crazy here, and with a kick, the lyre came out again.

Ling Yuhan picked up the piano in the air, stroked the strings with his five fingers from top to bottom, and after a burst of passionate high notes, eight columns of water rose on the surface of the river, and the water splashed the twelve who stood at the forefront of the deck to the ground, and the droplets of water dripped from the corners of her hair and clothes, and gathered into a puddle of water under her feet.

Twelve frowned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Looking for death-"

She let out a loud shout, and the sixth-order fighting qi rotated wildly in her body, and her figure was as fast as lightning and attacked Ling Yuhan, but the latter only sat upright on the deck, and with a random wave of her right hand in the air, a natural air flow easily dissolved the twelfth blow, and even forced her whole person to kick back a few steps.

Twelve was shocked, this guy was so terrifying! I couldn't see how he condensed his fighting spirit, I couldn't see how he made a palm, and even she couldn't even see through Ling Yuhan's cultivation! He was like hiding in a thick fog, no matter how you looked at him, no matter how you guessed, you couldn't see through him!

"Fight, you can't. Ling Yuhan stretched out a finger and shook it left and right in Twelve's sight, smiling so proudly that his twelve teeth itched: "You just want to hurt me today?"

She swore that if he dared to nod his head, in heaven and on earth, with all his might, she would slaughter this guy too!

Ling Yuhan met her eyes full of anger and smiled: "No, I came to say goodbye to you." He threw away the lyre with his bare hands, flicked his sleeves and got up, and wrapped his perfect figure vividly and vividly with a fiery red, with masculinity in the demon, and a little coldness in the charm, and he was about to disturb the goblin of this earthly world! He walked up to Twelve, his smiling face, a faint halo in the sun, and his white fingers picked up the wet green silk on her shoulder, and put it ambiguously under his nose to smell it.

Twelve's face changed, and he pulled out his hair, "Please respect yourself!"

"For the sake of me leaving soon, would you like to give me a gift?" Ling Yuhan didn't care about her cold words, a pair of shining peach blossom eyes flashed with a strong sense of interest, he tilted his head, fixed on Twelve, waiting for her reply.

Twelve snorted coldly: "Why?" She and him just met in Pingshui, no! She and he had only met a few times, and he was leaving, did she still have to put on a feast of thousands of miles of incense?

When he heard the news that he was leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief, and Twelve suddenly felt a faint sense of loss in his heart.

"Oops," Ling Yuhan patted his head, revealing a look of grievance: "I'll help you drive away the killer and help you cultivate, just by virtue of these two points, I can be regarded as your benefactor, right?" He looked innocent, with a faint smile flashing in his eyes, and it was clear that he was planning to kill Twelve, but even if he knew that he was cheating on her, Twelve had to jump inside!

Who made her always believe that the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring?

Her face was cold, she stared at Ling Yuhan deadly, gritted her teeth and said, "What do you want?"

Ling Yuhan held his chin in one hand, pretending to think contemplatively for a while, and suddenly, he suddenly made a move and pulled out a poke of green silk from Twelve's shoulder.

"Shhhh

"I received the thank you. Ling Yuhan carefully put the green silk into his sleeve, smiling like a stealing cat, how to look at it.

Twelve didn't know what the hell he was doing, and immediately said, "Now that you have the thing, you can get out, right?"

"Don't worry. Ling Yuhan's figure flashed, and he actually jumped to the side of Twelve, wrapped her body from behind with ambiguous hands, and whispered softly behind her earlobe: "In the afternoon competition, you must be careful, Sima Xiong is not easy to match." ”

His fiery snort splashed on Twelve's sensitive earlobes, like countless ants crawling on her skin, Twelve's whole body trembled, only to feel goosebumps dancing on her body, raised his arms, easily broke free from his embrace, lifted his fighting spirit and kicked on the deck, the whole person jumped onto the riverbank, his face was as cold as frost, and he left without even saying hello.

Ling Yuhan burst out laughing, her independent and lone personality really didn't know how she was raised, she was both arrogant and careful, but she was born so cute in his eyes.

He took out the green silk in his sleeve and held it high in front of his eyes, and then even pulled out his own hair, and tied the hair with ten fingers with a concentric knot, and then took off a delicate bag around his waist and carefully put it in.

Concentric knots, knots concentric, you have me, I have you.

He pursed his lips and smiled, the smile was intoxicatingly gentle, his thin lips fell a fluttering kiss on the bag, his feet kicked on the deck, and his figure disappeared into the moat for a moment, and his whereabouts were unknown.

If Twelve knew that Ling Yuhan took her hair in order to just say a ballad that he didn't know whether it was true or not, I'm afraid he would have the heart to kill him!

On the way back, it was already noon, the sun was scorching, and the ground under his feet seemed to exude a scorching smell, and when the twelve steps returned to the post station very quickly, they were told by Xiao Er that Lan Xin and the others had left in front of a cup of tea.

Twelve bought a hot bun on the street, took a few bites, and hurried to the school without hurrying.

Her duel with Sima Yi has already spread throughout the imperial city, the royal school is open today, from the emperor and grandson nobles, down to the common people can go in to watch the battle, Emperor Xuanwu's hand, naturally won a good reputation of being close to the people, every word of the emperor, and even every small decision, has another meaning.

At this time, the school field is crowded, densely packed, the crowd is like Lang, even if the sun is shining, it can not dispel the enthusiasm of everyone, the huge school field is controlled by the guards outside the order, the left side of the stand is the noble prince of Wang Sunzi, the right side of the stand and even the ring are surrounded by businessmen and civilians.

Sima Yi was dressed in a goose-yellow Luo skirt, standing in the ring, patiently waiting for Twelve.

Sima Xiong sat at the front of the stands, with a smile on his face, the Yun brothers and sisters, Lan Xin, and Ming Ye stood in front of the stands, behind them were crowded people, if it weren't for the swords of the guards in front of them, I was afraid that the enthusiasm of these people would collapse the entire ring.