The crimson petals flutter quietly with a delicate fragrance, and in the thousand-year-old agarwood pavilion, a woman as beautiful as a picture sleeps quietly on a tapestry of small flowers. Her skin is covered with snow, her eyebrows are like smoke, her eyes are closed, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings are hanging down, reflecting a beautiful arc shadow, her cherry lips are like tangs, delicate and beautiful, and her white face is as white as jade without the slightest flaw, quiet as a quiet orchid. On her body, wearing a white skirt, there is not too much complicated, simple and elegant, but it is woven with the best snow silk in the world, only this soft material is as soft as a cloud of smoke, it is a thousand two and one feet, such a piece, it is even more valuable, wearing it on her body, just showing her soft figure, even if it is just such a quiet sleep, it is also an unparalleled demeanor.

The crimson flowers are still flying, and the meandering water of the Nai River flows slowly downstream along the edge of the fiery red flower flat, like a jade belt. There is a flute sound floating out, the syllable is like the gurgling stream of the Nai River, clear and melodious, endless, like the wild goose on the horizon, flying freely, and like the warm wind of spring, gently blowing through the heart.

The beautiful woman in white trembled slightly with her long eyelashes, and slowly opened her eyes in the rain of flowers flying in the sky. What kind of eyes are they? Clear and pure, like a cloudless sky, and like the sparkling water waves of autumn, when the water waves of the eyes moved slightly, the flirtatious people even the heartstrings thumped, suddenly, the spirit was full of charm, so that the already delicate face added a very smart.

The woman blinked slowly, and then, she looked around, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was wondering something.

"Yuqing, you're awake." At this time, the melodious flute stopped, and a voice as clear as a spring sounded softly in her ears, as gentle as a gust of wind, moistening into people's hearts.

The woman looked back, and suddenly, a handsome man in a crescent white robe came into view. This man is tall and tall, with picturesque eyebrows, difficult to read, and holding a blue jade flute in his hand, elegant and noble. A pair of clear narrow eyes were looking at her gently, and the warm and soft gaze made her heart settle down at once.

"Are you ......" she sat up slowly, speaking softly, with a slight hoarseness in her voice, but it did not hide the sound of nature, like the beginning of spring snow, with a little warmth in the coolness, penetrating directly into the bottom of people's hearts, cool, soft.

The man smiled softly, slowly crouched down, looked at her puzzled appearance, and said softly, "My name is Tan." ”

"Tan?" The woman frowned slightly, this name was very familiar, but she couldn't remember it.

The man bowed slightly: "Yes, you can call me that." ”

The woman's phoenix eyes blinked slightly, looked at him carefully, and suddenly burst into a beautiful and simple smile, like a touch of warm sun through the heavy clouds: "You...... It's handsome. ”

After speaking, the woman seemed to realize her abruptness, and a pink glow suddenly appeared on her cheeks, and she quickly lowered her eyes and looked to the side at a loss.

Her shy appearance is like a pink lotus that has just sprouted and drooped, with a bit of purity in her lightness, which makes people can't help but want to care. Leng Yutan was stunned, and then smiled again: "Really? ”

The woman's face was still flushed, and when she saw him asking, she didn't seem to be annoyed, she looked up at him again, nodded slightly, and said with a gentle smile: "Hmm." ”

Leng Yutan pursed her lips and smiled, seeing that she was speechless, she said, "Are you hungry?" ”

Su Yuqing suddenly looked at him, didn't seem to hear his question, and asked, "You said my name is Yuqing?" ”

Leng Yutan smiled lightly and nodded again: "Yes." Your name is Yuqing. ”