Chapter 1322

Involuntarily, I hook my fingers. I don't think of the expected music. Instead, it's the quietness of the empty building. Where does the moon come from? Where is the exquisite jade Qin? The heart is empty, can't help but another cold war, shivering body, heart hesitation, but because of curiosity continue to move forward.

After passing the pavilion in the middle of the lake, you can walk a little further to a courtyard. The lotus lamp on the base of amethyst is lit everywhere, and many Lavender four seasons peach flowers are planted around. The color of the flower is called lotus light. It should be formed by watering the lotus pond, but it is also fragrant. Mingyuejun carefully approached one of the side rooms with lights on. When he got closer, he found that the room was made of green bamboo. There was a desk in the room, with four treasures of the study, several rows of ebony bookshelves, and all kinds of books. It turned out to be a study, but there was a hole behind it. There were ebony wardrobe, mirror, tea table and sleeping table, Tea table set Purple Jade stove and good jade porcelain tea set. At the moment, the drunken wind and snow Yang will slant on the tea table. Hearing someone coming, he looks up at mingyuejun.

Did not expect to see Mu autumn again, did not expect him to wake up so much, bright moon gentleman also can Leng Leng look at him. Suddenly, the original Lengleng Feng Xue Yang smile, such as the instant blooming of ten thousand pear flowers, elegant and attractive, youyou looking at mingyuejun lift that good-looking lips: "you come! Why is it so slow? Not yet

"Ha?" Mingyuejun wrinkled his face. It turned out that Muqiu always knew that he was chasing him. He came to such a hard place and ran so fast! Hum! It's hard for people to find him, but he's very helpful! Just... Doesn't Mu Qiu usually let others grind it for him?

"Again! Not yet Low voice, elegant urge. Mingyue is unwilling to take the jade bottle to the well in the courtyard to get water. Back in the house, Mu Qiu has moved to the desk, lay paper, waiting for the whole time. But the water poured into the inkstone, slowly grind up. I don't know why I'm grinding this ink. Mingyuejun's heart gradually calms down. It seems that he used to do it before, and soon he finished it.

Without waiting for mingyuejun to say hello, fengxueyang said with a smile: "I'll sing poems, you'll write them!"

"Ah?" Mingyuejun was surprised again. He didn't write, but he didn't have the face to see others“ You'd better write it yourself! I will not

"No?! Didn't I teach you that? " Wind and snow light frown.

"Ha!" Mingyuejun is depressed. When did you teach me? I don't want to play tricks like this!

"Come on! I'll teach you again. Come here! " Fengxueyang seems to be very interested, and regardless of mingyuejun's lengchong, he casually greets mingyuejun.

"No!" Listen to that "come here", mingyuejun is once again in the dark. He can't help but come to fengxueyang and let him hold his hand and wave a brush on the paper. In a trance, it seems that I saw a woman who was surrounded by the wind and snow sun, learning to write seriously. The goose yellow palace dress was eye-catching and warm. Although I couldn't see her face clearly, I could feel that she was very attentive.

"Last year and today, in this gate, people's faces and peach blossoms were red with each other!" Feel the warm huaibao behind you, the unique fragrance of the tip of your nose, let it spray heat in your ears, recite poems word by word, shake your soul... But why not finish it?