long night walk

Chapter 522
The girl squatting behind the Qingshi platform moved her eyes slightly, and said loudly: "Brother, throw over the clothes you took off, and I will help you wash them."

After a while, the city lord's robe with complicated cloud patterns and a white shirt were thrown far away.

The girl weighed it, picked up the clothes and ran downstream of the lake without a trace.

The water in the lake is cold, and at the vernal equinox, it is bitingly cold.

Bai Lian's body temperature was extremely low, and he was not afraid of the coldness of the lake. He walked into the lake step by step, and the water rippled around his knees. The bottom of the lake in the shallow water was not muddy water plants, but smooth and clean. Pebble jade.

It is very comfortable to step on it with bare feet.

It's just that Bai Lian didn't want to enjoy it, because sitting in the pool water, he could feel the clear and cold breath not far behind him with his eyes closed.

And when she walked into the lake, the layers of water rippled around her gently like a cold flow, entangled in the skin around his waist, as if telling him all the time that there was an invisible thread here. The girl is not far from him.

The light and soft fragrance is like the flowers of night epiphyllum, blooming in the coolness and lingering.

Bai Lian couldn't help feeling nervous, he had never been so afraid of the breath coming from the woman's body like he is now, he tried to stay as far away from her as possible, avoiding in the opposite direction bit by bit.

It wasn't until the withered vines between his wrists tightened that the distance was pulled to the extreme, and then Bai Lian slowly sank his body into the lake.

Su Jing's side was extremely quiet, except for a slight movement when he first entered the water, there was no sound at this moment.

Bai Lian didn't dare to move too much, for fear of disturbing the other party.

I just hope that this stick of incense will pass away soon.

Suddenly, a strong cold wind blew up at night, and the waves of pines rumbled endlessly in the wind, carrying the fragrance of flowers, leaves and green grass.

Scattered green bamboo leaves, carrying the coolness of the night, fluttered and fell, like sparse cool raindrops falling into the lake.

A few pieces of cool bamboo leaves were wet on Bai Lian's slightly wet chest, and he was about to raise his hand to pick them off. At this time, the sound of water not far away was soft and shallow, like a woman's jade arms lightly leaving the water surface, picking it off the lake surface. A slender bamboo leaf floating.

I can hear the distant and low-pitched sound of the flute, which rises in the cold night, like a blue bird flying through the cold mountain, and suddenly sees the sky far away and the lake wide.

Bai Lian was stunned for a long time before realizing that the flute player was Su Jing.

Sure enough, she is worthy of being Su Shaozong whose Dao heart is as cold as ice. In such a terribly embarrassing situation, she can still have such a leisurely effort.

It's not like Bai Li'an, wishing to hide himself in the bottom of the lake, not daring to make a sound.

However, the sound of the flute... inexplicably gives people a kind and pleasant feeling, and even makes people subconsciously ignore the alienation and inaccessibility of the flute player.

At the end of the song, the sound of the flute disappeared.

Baili, who listened to the whole piece calmly, said in peace that although the sound of the flute could not be specially played for him, maybe Su Jing suddenly became elated, but as a listener, he silently listened to this very beautiful flute If you don't give me any response, then you are somewhat disrespectful.

He praised in a low voice: "It's really nice."

He thought he wouldn't get any response in this situation, but suddenly he heard a very soft voice from over there: "Mmm..."

Bai Lian asked softly: "Does this ditty have a name?"

Su Jing was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "No name, he never told me about this."

Bai Lian keenly captured the word "he".

No name, no surname, "he" without a prefix.

Bai Lian more or less guessed that this "he" might be the one who was fought to the death between her and Miss Yin 200 years ago.

He was originally a person who could suppress his curiosity, and he was not that interested in the romantic affairs among these famous geniuses.

Maybe it was because the sound of the flute was very nice tonight, or maybe it was because Su Jing brought this up without hesitation.

Following her words, Bai Lian continued to ask, "That he...is Miss Su Jing your favorite?"

On the other side of the lake, Su Jing's eyebrows were slightly raised. She leaned lazily on the stone wall and said calmly, "I'm also Yin Baishuang's favorite."

To admit it in disguise is to be very frank about the fact that the two are fighting.

Baili Anxin said that the unresolvable matter of making the two of you feud for 200 years is recognized by the world as the biggest backlash between Taixuanzong and Cangwu Palace, so it can be used so easily and calmly to chat while taking a bath of it?
He was quite speechless, and continued: "I once heard Jinsheng talk about the grievances between Miss Su Jing and you and Miss Yin. Miss Su Jing had a marriage contract with someone when she was young, but the girl has not seen this before. People, he first formed a relationship with Miss Yin."

Su Jing's eyes were covered with a piece of clothes, and he couldn't see clearly what emotion was in those night-like eyes, and his light eyebrows slowly sank.

When Bai Lian heard her silence, he hurriedly said again: "Of course, there are many stories about three people becoming tigers in the world, and there are often false stories in the stories passed down by word of mouth. The stories passed down in the world may be..."

"It's not false." Su Jing interrupted suddenly, her tone was very light: "These are all true."

Baili Anxin said that such a bloody thing actually happened to the third son of Tiandao, but he felt very strange, hesitated for a while, and asked: "I heard...Miss Su Jing, your fiancé is a Chinese... Prince You?"

Su Jingdai's black eyebrows frowned slightly, but she did not refute.

Bai Lian thought for a moment, recalling Yingxiu's attitude towards her in the ghost mountain, no wonder there was a bit of perverseness.

It is not difficult for him to see that Su Jing is actually a paranoid and tough person in his bones. Back then, she had the advantage of the marriage contract, and she promised to be with the prince Zhongyou, but that prince was not clear with the one from Cangwu Palace. It caused His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to suffer a lot.

However, the strange thing is that since Yingxiu doesn't like Su Jing and only loves Yin Baishuang, why they didn't get together in the end when they were in love with each other.

What made people even laugh was, if he really hated Su Jing, why would he show such a subtle expression when he saw Su Jing walking with him.

If it was said that Yingxiu didn't care about Su Jing, Bai Lian would not believe it.

Seeing Su Jing fall into silence, Bai Lian couldn't help sympathizing with her.

After all, although Su Jing seemed ruthless and cold, he was actually an excellent person by nature.

He couldn't help comforting him softly: "Miss Su Jing actually doesn't need to be sad, I look at that Yingxiu and guess that treating girls is quite different from ordinary people."

Hearing his serious words of comfort, Su Jing's lips faintly curled up, his voice as cold as broken jade was filled with a hint of softness, but his expression was subtle: "You mean, won't you win?" Does he like me?"

Bai Lian was speechless again, thinking to herself, Miss, you are really straightforward.

He didn't know how to respond, but he heard Su Jing's voice resoundingly: "That's what to do, I now... I really hate this person."

(End of this chapter)