The peach blossoms are delicate, the plum blossoms are independent, the peony is graceful, the jasmine is pretty, the narcissus is noble, the orchid is elegant, the lily is pure, and the lotus flowers exude a faint fairy spirit in the small pool. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Flowers of different seasons bloom at the same time, which is truly a beautiful sight on earth. What's even more amazing is that these flowers are planted in a proper layout, and they are in the same courtyard but not complicated. There are rockeries and green bamboos between the flowers, which makes the whole courtyard colorful with a wonderful taste. The close-up and long-range views of the courtyard are staggered, and with each step, the scenery changes slightly, and the extraordinary features of this courtyard can be seen in subtle ways.

"This Shangguan's residence is really good. Cheng Ziming stood under the peach blossom tree, stretched out his hand and stroked the flowers on the branches, and a trace of nostalgia rose in his heart. If one day we can have a similar place to live and live a peaceful and stable life, that life will be good.

Obviously, this is the residence of the "Shangguan" in the mouth of the skeleton. Cheng Ziming followed the guidance of the skeleton and walked all the way inside. The yard is very large, much larger than the front yard, and it is more elaborately arranged. The most striking thing in the courtyard is the peach blossom of the blossoming tree. Delicate pink flowers bloom all over the branches, peach trees are born on the edge of the small pool, and the clear spring water on the rockery drips down the pond water, making a pleasant sound.

On one side of the courtyard, where the main house is located, the bamboo window is wide open, the wooden door is lightly covered, and there is no human voice in it, only the faint sound of the piano comes out. Although the sound of the piano is light, the tune is quiet and the timbre is beautiful, which comes into the ears and immerses in the heart, Cheng Ziming does not understand the rhythm, but he also hears the vast and tranquil artistic conception.

The sound of the piano flows, and the Buddha can see the lonely goose flying in the sky, looking down on the vast earth, and proud of all living beings. Although I only heard the sound of the piano and did not see him, from this music, we can know that the people who touch the qin are not small.

I'm afraid that his people are already above the clouds, but they yearn for a wider sky.

"Who is this?" Cheng Ziming was fascinated and began to look forward to the moment of meeting. But the sound of the piano was still there, and it was not to disturb him, so he stopped in front of the door and admired it through the window. After listening to it for a while, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Just let me go in quickly, right? I think this Shangguan has been waiting for a long time, and he is in a hurry to meet at this time. Cheng Ziming secretly thought: I don't know what is going on, I need to come to me so vigorously.

Thinking of this, Cheng Ziming said loudly: "In the next Cheng Ziming, this is a presumptuous disturbance." ”

After that, Cheng Ziming pushed open the wooden door and walked into the house with the fragrance of flowers. This room is similar to the room of the Skeleton Ring, and it is also a living room when you enter. The difference is that although the wooden tables and chairs in the room are made of exquisite materials, there are no complicated carvings. All the furniture is simple in shape, and the wood grain lines are simple and generous.

On the wall facing the door hung a wooden-sheathed sword, and the red spike of the sword hung quietly. In the flower pot in the corner of the wall, jade bamboo is green, adding a lot of life to the room. On one side of the room, there is an embroidered brocade screen, between the green mountains and white clouds, a fairy palace looms, the white crane soars in the sky, the flying fairy is elegant, and the fairy family is ethereal and ethereal. Although the whole room is not luxurious, it exudes a faint elegance that makes people feel good.

As in the front yard living room, the room was empty and there was no one.

Cheng Ziming was used to it, glanced at the situation in the house, and immediately pulled out his legs and turned behind the screen. Sure enough, behind the screen is a small hall with a corridor, and on the wooden shelves in the hall are white jade carved bottles, bonsai with small pine branches, fist-sized, pearl-carved spiritual flowers, half-green and half-red jade carved peaches, and a few sandalwood carved flowers, birds, fish and insects, delicate and elegant.

Across the small hall is the study. There is a delicate desk by the window, on which the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones are neatly arranged, and a row of brushes are hung from large to small on the pen stand. In a knee-high pot next to the table, a peach blossom is planted, and the pink flowers are delicate.

Against the wall, there is a row of sandalwood bookshelves, and hollow carved wooden doors hide the contents of the bookshelves.

In the room, a row of beaded curtains hung from the roof, shining pearls, behind the curtain was a floating cloud carved arhat bed, on which was placed a piano table, and a guqin was placed horizontally on the table. The body is pitch black, and the wood is shining with sparkling lights, and I don't know what kind of wood it is made of.

On the white wall next to Luohan's bed, from top to bottom, there is a huge ink painting more than one person high, which is colorful and colorful, as if it has been soaked in water, and all the brush and ink are blurred, and it is impossible to see what was originally painted.

Near the door, there is a row of low cabinets, on the top of the cabinet are placed a few jewelry boxes, next to the wooden comb, vermilion and jade bracelets, on the square table in the corner of the wall is placed a wooden box with gold and jade, on the top of the box carved a black feather bird, lifelike.

But when I scanned the whole room, I couldn't see even half a figure!

Cheng Ziming only felt the cold wind swishing behind him, and thought in horror: Who was playing the piano just now?

While he was hesitating, he suddenly felt something, and a black shadow passed through the corner of the wall and fell straight to the desk.

It turned out that on the square table, the black-feathered bird at the top of the wooden box was alive, no wonder it was lifelike.

Cheng Ziming was startled and a little unhappy, but when he looked at the black-feathered bird on the table carefully, he couldn't help laughing again, and complained: "Why are you! ”

The black-feathered bird was none other than the eagle-sized crow that visited Cheng Ziming twice.

"Why are you!" Cheng Ziming laughed. He had always felt that this crow had a very good background, and he did not expect to meet again in this here and now. He pointed at the crow and smiled, "No wonder you can find pine resin to store the Hell Orchid, it turns out that it was picked from the old pine in front of your house." ”

"Who was stroking the qin just now?" Cheng Ziming looked left and right, and found that in this room, except for himself and the crow, there was not a single living creature that could move, so he couldn't help laughing and said, "It can't be you, can the crow also play the piano, can you show me one, okay?"

The crow rolled his eyes at Cheng Ziming, jumped in front of the pen holder, and took a brush with gold carving from above, and at the end of the pen, a miniature wild goose was carefully carved.

The crow rubbed the pen with its beak on the edge of the inkstone, dipped it in ink, stepped on the rice paper with its paws, and wrote stroke by stroke.

Cheng Ziming was very surprised, and hurriedly walked to the table, seeing that the crow was extremely serious, concentrating on writing with a pen, but unfortunately the handwriting was like a spider crawling, extremely ugly.

"Daoyou, this word is well written!" Cheng Ziming nodded lightly.

The crow was so angry that the beak of the bird was crooked, and the brush was horizontal, and a long ink trail was drawn on the rice paper. The crow of feelings can also hear the irony in Cheng Ziming's words.

"Haha!" Cheng Ziming said with a smile: "I have never been able to handle calligraphy, but now I have a rare good mood when I meet someone who writes even worse." This word is written, tsk, Taoist friends are really written with a single hand!

The crow shook his head casually, and the brush flew towards Cheng Ziming with ink.

Cheng Ziming laughed, took the brush casually, dodged the ink sideways, and when he looked at the crow again, the bird had already rolled its eyes and fainted with its feet facing the sky.

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