At this time, the orchid is outside the small building.

Xia Ji lay lazily on the guardrail of a small pavilion, leaning against the mottled vermilion wooden pillars, using his hands as pillows, looking at the stars in the sky, thinking that he didn't know if the blue star he had crossed over was among them.

But he didn't miss much about Blue Star in his heart, and even if a god asked him if he wanted to go back, he would shake his head and say "no".

After all, when he was in Lanxing, he only lived in an orphanage for more than ten years, and after crossing here, he was conceived by his mother and gave birth in October, and then he had something that he had never had in his previous life - family affection, friendship.

He cherishes, cherishes very much.

However... But he still couldn't show his true strength in front of everyone, so he was not a first-class martial artist, which disappointed his parents and sister.

But he's also trying to find a way, trying to change, but ......

When he was thinking nonsense, the little prince had already come over, sat behind him across the pillar, twisted his fat body, and whispered: "Lao Xia, what poem did you write on the note to the maid? Read it out to this prince, I am also a merry and talented man, can't I taste it?"

Xia Ji said: "Then I'll recite it a few times, you memorize it well, and it will be your work in a while." ”

"Lao Xia, you are so interesting, I hate wine in this life, and having a friend like you is not a vain life. The fat man seemed to feel the coldness and ruthlessness of the royal family, and felt the sincerity of the brother in front of him, and his heart was really warm, but as soon as his eyes rolled, he cut back to the topic, "Come, Lao Xia, you read it, I remember it." ”

Xia Ji lowered his voice and directly recited Suzi's "Water Tune Song Head" to the fat man a few times.

Zhou Hatjiu was only dumbfounded when he heard it, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and he looked at Xia Ji like a god.

Xia Ji said: "This is not what I did, but I liked to travel around when I was about ten years old, and I had no intention of getting a hermit in the mountains. ”

"You just talk nonsense!"

The fat man didn't believe it, "This is obviously what you wrote, and you pretended to be someone else's work in order to make me feel at ease." ”

Xia Ji said: "I really didn't write it. ”

Zhou Hatjiu squinted at him and stopped talking.

The two waited quietly.

The smell of wine was churning in his belly.

Not long after, the maid from before came out again and said with a smile: "My young lady has invited Xiao Wang Zhou, Xiao Gong Xia." ”

The two glanced at each other, and knew that it was done, so they followed the waitress to Youlan Xiaozhu.

...

A moment later.

Zhou hatjiu finally saw Mrs. Hua Rui.

Although he has been through a long time of flowers, it is the first time he has seen such a beauty.

His eyes seemed to be sucked in, staring at Madame Blossom's long legs, unable to take his eyes off it...

The white moon shadow held the snow cheeks, and her face was cold and holy.

She sat on a rattan chair by the lake, and her white silk dress drooped softly, smoothly sticking to the pair of long legs, outlining the charming leg shape.

The more holy it is, the more it makes a man's heart flutter and his imagination flutters.

The fat man unconsciously breathed faster, and he raised his head to look at the pure and flawless face, and met the eyes of Madame Blossom, and suddenly felt that his heart was about to fall, and even his face turned red.

Bai Yueying raised his cheeks and said, "I didn't expect the little prince to be such a talent, can you tell Yueying the poems after 'shouldn't have'?"

The fat man smiled and said, "Of course, of course." ”

He thought about it, took out the folding fan from his back and shook it open, and then raised his voice and said: "Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine without sleep."

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Shihua said that he was not chanting properly, but Bai Yueying's eyes had lit up, she was originally like a white cat lazily paralyzed on the rattan chair, but at this time she couldn't help but sit up straight, and couldn't help muttering, "There should be no hatred... There should be no hate... What's the long goodbye?"

She had reveled in the ease of the word.

Every time I read a sentence, I feel that my mood has gone up and down, and I have sublimated.

From sleeplessness, to resentment, to relief, to optimism.

It's really evocative.

"That's a great word! It's a masterpiece!"

The fat man looked at her appearance and knew that this poem was indeed a superb work, so he gritted his teeth and said: "I can't hide it, this poem was written by Lao Xia, not me." ”

Bai Yueying came back to her senses and said, "Old Xia?"

Then, she suddenly understood that this was the young man next to the fat man, the disgraced young man who was called the Xia Guo Gongfu family, the young man who was seventeen years old but had not yet entered the first-class martial arts.

She admired this talent, and couldn't help but look sideways at Xia Ji.

And Xia Ji is also looking at her...

Because, this Madame Flower, he actually knew.

Not only does he know, but he also knows the roots, and he knows more than anyone else, but what he knew in the past was another identity of Lady Hua Rui - the "Heavenly Maiden" of the Blood Demon Sect, Bai Yueying.

That year, he saw a crying, poor little girl, so he passed on a technique to her, and taught her carefully for a period of time before drifting away.

The exercise is one of the "Heavenly Demon Strategies".

At that time, he was wearing a bronze ghost mask.

Therefore, even if we meet, this little girl will not recognize herself.

Madame Hua Rui was about to say a few words and praise his talent, but when she saw Xia Ji's eyes, she felt that all the words were stuck in her throat, her lips moved a few times, but finally came out: "You and I, have you ever seen it?"

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing some kind of excitement.

However, Xia Ji came back to his senses and smiled gently: "Mrs. Hua Rui is famous all over the world, I wish I had seen you before." ”

The atmosphere suddenly had a strange silence, and the fat man seized the time to stare at the long legs of his future sister-in-law.

When he saw him, he was satisfied in his heart, and he didn't stay long, and after chatting casually for a while, he said goodbye.

Bai Yueying held Snow Cheek and stared at the backs of the two.

I don't know if it's because of the light, there is a circle of crimson around her eyes, like a sea of hell blood, revealing a rich and strange gloom.

Until the two left, she never retracted her gaze.

It seems that she is not looking at these two people, but the person she just thought of when she saw the eyes of the little grandfather Xia.

That person was her mentor, but he had been gone for three years.

That person lived in her memory, and was one of the most important people in her heart.

That person also lives in the legend of the Demon Gate of Shu Kingdom, and is called "Magician".

Bai Yueying closed her eyes and shook her head, completely shaking off the association of "Xia Ji is probably that person" in his mind, after all... Although her mentor wears a bronze ghost mask, he must be a senior of the Demon Gate, and he will never be a seventeen-year-old boy.