At this time, on the street of Chang'an, where there were few pedestrians, a girl in a green gauze skirt fell to the ground, and a cyan flower umbrella rolled along the edge of the umbrella on the ground.

"That girl fell!" Gong Qianzhu couldn't help but exclaim, and was about to fly out to help her up, but was grabbed by Mozili and motioned for her to look out.

She turned her head, and at the corner of the street where there was no trace, there was a man in a light blue robe, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and the whole person was blocked by the umbrella and couldn't see his face, only the light blue hem of his clothes.

The man held an umbrella and walked towards the girl in Tsing Yi who fell, giving birth to a lotus step by step.

Gong Qianzhu's heart jumped inexplicably.

Do you remember that on a rainy night that year, on the Doctor Saint Immortal Island, next to the broken bridge, the same man in blue walked towards her with a white jade umbrella in his hand.

The man walked up to the girl in Tsing Yi, and the oil-paper umbrella slowly moved away, revealing the black hair like a waterfall.

He stretched out his hand, and the girl in Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, and stretched out her hand to put it in his palm.

The picture freezes at this moment, and this is their first meeting.

Gong Qianzhu turned around and asked Mo Zili: "Master, is there really love at first sight in the world?"

Mo Zili raised the corners of her lips slightly, put her hand on her furry head, and smiled lightly.

Gong Qianzhu was frightened by his rare intimate behavior, and he didn't dare to move when he stood still, for fear of scaring away his moment of tenderness.

Mo Zili removed his hand, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

In the hibiscus garden, the moon is in the sky, and the dew on the flowers has not dried.

Asae sat under a laurel tree, with a white jade guqin on his lap, and Yurun's fingertips on the strings, sitting quietly cross-legged, as if waiting for someone.

This is the first time Gong Qianzhu has seen Asae's eyes, she never thought that it would be such a beautiful pair of eyes.

The eyes were purple and blue, the stars were shining, and they were as white as snow, as if they were the Milky Way on the night of the Qiqiao Festival, and seemed to contain the entire night sky.

But Gong Qianzhu always felt that she had seen those eyes.

At this time, on the bluestone steps at the entrance of the garden, a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes stepped up, and the blue clothes fell with a long tassel of light yellow, the girl in Tsing Yi stood at the gate of the garden, holding the oil-paper umbrella of the shallow river, and a pair of faintly purple eyes looked directly at the shallow river sitting with the piano under the laurel tree, and her eyes were complicated.

Those eyes were faintly glowing with purple light, and Gong Qianzhu suddenly felt that maybe this girl was not an ordinary mortal.

"Suiyue, you're here. Asae saw her coming with an umbrella, and a quiet and gentle smile appeared on her lips.

"I'll return the umbrella. Shui Yue explained, putting away the paper umbrella and handing it to him with both hands.

Gong Qianzhu couldn't help but be stunned when he heard her voice, this voice was so similar to her, no wonder he recognized the wrong person when he first saw Asae.

Asae took the umbrella and put it aside, put his hand on the piano, and looked up at her: "Can you dance?"

So, that night under the bright moon, the sound of the piano rose faintly, and the women's green clothes flew, the dance posture was natural, soft and light, and it was really called a dance that swept the world. The undried dew rolls down from the leaves, and the dark fragrance of the night blooms and closes.

Gong Qianzhu listened to Qianjiang Fuqin for the first time, although it was less charming than her, but she also played the piano well.

She asked Mo Zili: "Master, if the apprentice devotes himself to practicing dance in the future, can he be as good-looking as Miss Shuiyue?"

Mo Zili just glanced at her lightly: "If you have time to dance, you might as well take time to practice your sword well." ”

Gong Qianzhu lowered his head: "Yes......"