Nalan returned to the house, saw that Lian'er was still waiting in the house, sleepy-eyed, and when he saw Nalan come in, he exclaimed: "Master, you are back, I will go and prepare for you to wash." ”

Nalan Lian waved his hand and said, "No need, Lian'er, I'll come by myself, you can go back and rest first." ”

"No, how can you?"

"I said yes, let's go down first." Nalan didn't want to say anything more because he was in a bad mood, so he sat down on a chair nearby, supported his forehead, and closed his eyes, obviously not wanting to say anything more.

Seeing this, Lian'er had some questions, but seeing Nalan like this, she was also interested, leaned over slightly, and said, "That young lady should rest early, and if there is something to do, call Lian'er." ”

"Hmm."

Nalan replied softly, and then heard the door squeak shut.

Knowing that Lian'er had left, Nalan sank his head weakly, thinking about it, he also felt that Ama had been a little weird recently, he was still young, why was Ama so anxious to marry himself, today's conversation, it can be seen that Ama doesn't want to enter the palace by himself, if the palace is really as Ama said, it is a fire pit, Nalan was suddenly shocked, then Ama didn't want to let Yi Yan jump into the fire pit!

Why? Why is Amma so ruthless?

Nalan was really a little panicked in his heart, so he got up and opened the window on the right, the breeze hit, and he couldn't help but feel a little cold, and Nalan's cloudy brain suddenly sobered up.

Looking up, he saw that the moon was hanging high, not round, not bright, just soft and silent, and Nalan even felt a little ethereal.

Ethereal, Nalan couldn't help blurting out, his thoughts were stunned, thinking of the man in the daytime, north of the road, no, it should be his fake name, Nalan didn't know why he thought of him at that time, but when he touched the string, he was out of control and forgot his own doubts completely.

Nalan really wanted to see that man again at this time, wanted to know his real name, wanted to hear him give a, wanted to resonate with him, just wanted to.

Nalan lowered his head, his cheeks were a little red, could this be the so-called liking? Just seeing one, just that side, is worth remembering for a lifetime.

Nalan chanted and sang: "Who is left for the fragrance of flowers, the flowers will still be there next year." ”

Under the reflection of the moonlight, although the room is a little dark, but because of the familiar furnishings in the room, there is also some faint light, from the table to pick up a small cup of water, walk to the desk, on the table, is a long time laid felt, because Nalan loves calligraphy, often practice words, Eniang is afraid that the ink will stain the table, so the felt will be spread on the table.

Nalan walked to the chair, moved the chair away gently, and gently put down the cup in his hand, the water in the cup fluctuated slightly, and the scattered moonlight also fluctuated.

Nalan took out the inkstone from the wooden box, this inkstone has a natural water wave pattern, such as the ripples of water, infinite changes, Nalan immediately took out the ink block, put it in the inkstone, add a little water, Nalan straightened his body, keep the ink vertical, Nalan is used to grinding ink with his right hand, mainly to exercise the endurance of the right hand, so that he can be more stable in the writing process, although a long time of grinding ink will cause soreness in the hand, but Nalan has used his right hand since the beginning of grinding ink, and now, there is no effect.

Nalan held his right hand with his left hand, kept his right hand steady, and circled vertically on the inkstone, not in a hurry, light and heavy, Nalan turned his head slightly to look out the window, in this position, the moon was no longer visible, through the moonlight, Nalan could still feel the ethereal spirit of the moon, as if, now he can still feel the unique ethereal spirit of the man, that feeling, the memory is still fresh.

"Is it that as long as a man plays music, he will have such an atmosphere." Nalan muttered.

Then she shook her head, the man who played the bullet did not make her feel ethereal, only deep.