Luo Yaozhan sat quietly by the lake, and the breeze rippled layer by layer, blowing away the haggard moon shadow like a jade in broken water. The falling flowers on the shore of the lake flew all over the sky, like a glance back on the shore of the Sansheng Stone, which shocked the flowers in the next life.

She looked up at the crescent moon, and seemed to be able to see through the moon, which could see through many unbreakable and untouchable fates and helplessness. I don't know where the wine came from, Luo Yaozhan held the wine jar in his hand, and the clear wine fermented and the obsession flowed slowly, filling inch by inch. Drunk, drunk, drunk.

"The floating moon dream butterfly said that the intestines were broken, and the remnants of the lotus root invited the rain to knock on the gallery.

Drunk will have a floating dream, and the crazy flowers will fall into the dark night.

Today, the wine is in the autumn wind, and Mo Dao is wet with tears on the eve of the night.

The sound of the pipa in the throat is resentful, and the ruthless Hu Ji is hurt inch by inch.

The cold wind warbler cries in the empty mountain at night, and sees Zigui hesitating.

The long lamp in front of the Buddha has no worries, and the flowers fly around the carved beams.

The geese in the clouds returned to the book and wandered on the lonely grave for five miles.

Since ancient times, it has been affectionate and bitter, remembering Guizi Yuegong incense.

The moon shadows are cold and soul-shattering, and the flying flowers are burning the intestines.

asked Jun Bingxin if he could, and the bright moon still shone back to the pond. ”

Luo Yaozhan was drunk, there was a different kind of blurred light in her eyes, while drinking sake, while chanting poems and breaking her intestines, from time to time a string or two of laughter, there are thousands of styles.

"Yaoyao. ”

Mo Siqing left the ice building, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but be drunk and stupid, as if he had a dream and wanted to catch it, but it was always out of reach.

"Mo Siqing?" Luo Yaozhan turned her head drunkenly, "The name of this wine is 'Soul Elimination', one is soul-eliminating, two are ruthless, and three are heartless, do you want to taste it?"

Luo Yaozhan stumbled to her feet, and the unbridled smile that had never appeared before was on her peerless face, like the most colorful March peach blossoms blooming by the Yao Pond, smiling in the east wind.

Mo Siqing couldn't help laughing, not like a faint chuckle on weekdays, it was a smile with three thousand flowers, and the spring breeze was not as steep, from the bottom of his eyes to the bottom of his heart, it was like turning over the river and the sea, startling the monstrous waves.

"You're drunk, Yaoyao. ”

"Am I drunk? I can't! I can still catch the moon. ”

Luo Yaozhan threw away the wine jar and jumped into the lake, startling a pool of birds, like the most beautiful falling flowers.

"Yaoyao!"

Mo Siqing was so anxious that he forgot to cast a spell and jumped into the lake.

On the lake, the moonlight is drunk, and under the lake, the love words are hazy. The faint mist floated, and the sound of someone's flute echoed over the lake, like a song of the Moon Palace, and it also played the old grudge.

The next morning, the mountain wind was moist, and the warblers were dancing.

"Why do you have such a headache, I think I drank too much last night. ”

Luo Yaozhan woke up, reclined on the couch, and rubbed her temples. She pinched a trick at random, and the clothes flew in automatically, and she finished putting them on.

"Wake up. Suddenly, a loud voice came.

"Hmm. Luo Yaozhan answered lazily, and then was startled, "Mo Siqing!"

"It's me. ”

"Why are you here? ”

"I don't know who got drunk last night and yelled for the moon. ”

After Mo Siqing said this, Luo Yaozhan suddenly recalled last night's embarrassment, and her eyes were a little evasive. Simply ignored him, walked to the dresser, grabbed the comb and fiddled with his hair.

"Yaoyao, I'll help you tie your hair. ”

Mo Siqing held her hand grasping the comb, held the comb in her hand, and gently stroked her hair without waiting for her to speak. Luo Yaozhan's hair was very long and smooth, hanging down like silk, smooth, and very comfortable to touch. Mo Siqing's hands were very skillful, and after a while, he coiled up a bun, turned into a lotus flower and inserted it in his hair, and smiled with satisfaction.

Luo Yaozhan felt her heartstrings tugging, and wanted to sink into such a bland and natural atmosphere forever, so that she didn't have to force herself and disguise herself. For a moment, she almost forgot that she was the high-ranking Purple Mansion Immortal Monarch, she was just Luo Yaozhan, that ordinary and ordinary girl who didn't know anything about things, didn't like trouble.

Luo Yaozhan looked at the two figures in the glass mirror, it was so natural and natural, as if the moment when the bright moon and breeze met, it was enough to make people look back in the world.

"Okay, does Yaoyao like it. Mo Siqing put down the wooden comb, looked at the jade man in the mirror, and reluctantly moved his eyes.

"It's good. ”

Luo Yaozhan didn't know how to feel like something was about to come out, but she couldn't grasp it. She wanted to empty herself, as if she didn't exist, and everything was in the mirror.

Mo Siqing waved his sleeves, and a table of meals was placed on the stone table in the courtyard outside the door, and the fragrance of lotus flowers in the backyard was in the slightest.

"What is this?" Luo Yaozhan wondered.

"Let's go, let's go eat. Mo Siqing smiled lightly, and the bottom of her eyes was a tenderness that she didn't even notice.

At the stone table in the courtyard, there were two people sitting opposite, the same coldness, the same helplessness, the same worship of heaven and earth, and the same shackles of fate and nowhere to escape. The flying peach blossoms, the warbler cry of Qingyue, splashing the tea in the cup, the bitterness and sweetness of the inch, spread from the tongue to the bottom of the heart.

"This is lotus lotus root soup, try it. Mo Siqing picked up a bowl of porridge and handed it to Luo Yaozhan.

Luo Yaozhan took it with his plain hand, but it touched his cold fingers, and he felt numb for a while.

"It would be better if I listened to the lotus flowers in the Frost Building. Luo Yaozhan said a few times.

"Yaoyao wants to go to the world for a while. Mo Siqing asked a little abruptly.

"When I first left Zifu, I thought that I wanted to see the red sun rising on the peak, the clouds rolling up, the lakeside painting boat, the 24 bridges, listening to the birds and warblers in the mountains, the fine water, the sea is blue, and the tide rises and falls. Singing during the day, riding on horses, looking at the moon in the middle of the night, fighting and the stars moving. Luo Yaozhan put down the dishes and chopsticks, stood up, and looked at the sky hopefully.

"In a few days, I will accompany you to see the flowing water and clouds, the waves are ten thousand blades, listen to the turbulent waterfalls, and wear the forest and leaves. Mo Siqing walked behind Luo Yaozhan and stroked a few fallen flowers from her shoulder.

"Siqing," Luo Yaozhan's eyes flickered with struggle, "why did you treat me so well." ”

"Because you're Luo Yaozhan. ”

After the meal, the slightly moist mist in the sky dissipated and cleared, and the breath of the clear lotus in the pool lingered faintly.

"I see the backyard hibiscus is blooming very well, let's go check it out. Luo Yaozhan smiled slightly and said to Mo Siqing.

"Good. Mo Siqing responded.

The natural carving of Fuqu in the backyard, the jade masonry is fine, out of the silt but not stained, the water is clear and rippling but not demonic, elegant and fresh, slim and jade, in the blue color of the sky, such as the jade embedded in the real pearl, swaying in the wisps of breeze.

"Sometimes, I wonder why I am not this full pond of Qinglian, alone, independent of the world, not stained with dust, only swaying with the wind, not having to carry, not having to escape, not having too much helplessness. ”

"Yaoyao, in life, there are always too many bodies that can't help themselves, but in the end, I will find that everything is a doomed, destined joys and sorrows, doomed drunken dreams and deaths, but everything is just a dream butterfly. ”

Mo Siqing gently blew a bamboo flute, the melodious music was ethereal and plain, listening carefully, but with a deep secret, a faint sorrow, tossing and turning, smart and elegant. Qu is like a person, with a smell that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

I saw Luo Yaozhan rising in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was already holding a sword standing on the lotus flower, the sword moved with his body, his body moved with his heart, his toes were light, and he was graceful with the wind. The tassel on the waist is swaying lightly, the sword spike is slightly swinging, and the clothes are swirling, like a martial dance, not informal, and not in line with the sword intent. The hair is like ink, and the white clothes are like snow. Flowers move lightly, people dance lightly, as if they are one, and heaven and earth are one; Bright like the morning glow, light as a flying swallow, empty as a valley, floating like a flying flotsam, slow as a flowing cloud, light as an autumn chrysanthemum, proud as a cold plum, as if the breeze supports the willows, the light moon is hidden in the plum, independent of the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, lonely in the temples and rivers and lakes.

Mo Siqing's breath was stagnant, drunk, and stupid. There is nothing more beautiful in the world than this, in this life, in this life, no matter when, even if she does not return to her appearance in the end, he will never forget this scene.