Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 119 The Red Garden (2)
After the bitter barley was washed, the hair was loosened, and she changed into a long moiré gauze dress, she felt more relaxed and not so tired. Only then did she remember that Qing'er Xiaodie was still practicing sword in the red grass garden Woolen cloth.

Her hair was not dry yet, and she didn't bother to take care of it. She was wearing sandalwood and chrysanthemum sandals, and Tingting walked towards the red garden.

The red garden is in the east of the Ningbi Pavilion, separated by the barrier of the corner of the green hill, and the fiery red can be seen from a distance.In fact, in the moonlight, where can I really see a garden of red flowers? It's just seeing each other every day, which is deeply imprinted in my mind.

The red garden is full of bright red grass.The red grass shines brightly in all seasons, and the grass forest is as dense as a feather curtain. It is like a huge brocade laid out gracefully, and the stunning red clouds spreading out from day to day are dazzling.

Red grass is actually a variety of grasses, all of which are as luxurious as snow and as gorgeous as the glow.The sharp leaves are like swords, and blood-colored leaf sap will flow out when folded. It is blood-red and blood-colored all the year round. It is also known as "Human Blood Grass". It can treat traumatic injuries and traumatic bleeding.The leaves are like butterflies, spreading their wings and dancing in the wind, like a group of nymphs and butterflies who are happy and forget to return, holding a branch in their hands, so that mosquitoes and horseflies dare not get close.Among them, the plant shape is beautiful, and Suaeda salsa is nicknamed "emerald coral". It was originally a seaside thing, but it was transferred to the garden of exotic flowers and plants. It is unique, outstanding, pleasant, and fresh stems and leaves Make soup, match with some jasper-colored flowers and fruits, full of color, fragrance, and beautiful leaves of seafood, you will never get tired of eating it.

The red grass is a sea of ​​red, full of the magnificent light of red emeralds, like a flaming marsh of life, which makes people's hearts tremble, and the palace voice is high, making people's eyes happy.In the Red Sea, no matter how sad people are, their blood boils for no reason, as if they put the sorrow on the sharp edge of a sword and cut it off with a sword, leaving only the chic and vigorous.

Lu Yu chose this place for Qing'er Xiaodie to practice martial arts, which is also the reason for his painstaking efforts.

Kuyi holds a green bamboo flute and stands beside the red grass garden, her skirt is fluttering, like a fairy descending from the sky, her clothes are as white as snow, her black hair flutters in the wind, she is beautiful and beautiful.

Inside a bend of sharp red grass, two figures, one orange and one blue, danced their swords like the wind, arousing the surrounding grass servants, as if they were extremely afraid of the ice-cold sword light.

The green mace is shining with green light, and the red mace is bright and light. It seemed clumsy yesterday, but it has gradually entered the country after a while, which is quite skillful.

Lu Yu was still fluttering black, like a wooden stake condensed, as if self-imprisoned.

Tonight, the moonlight is like a waterfall, and the stars are luxuriant and eye-catching. It seems that the lights of the stars are extraordinarily lit, illuminating the light of the day.

Or on such a night, there should be a zither sound, accompanied by the sword of Hui Xueliufeng, to experience the beauty of heaven and earth.

Forget it, I'll play a song to cheer up!
The lips of the bitter barley flute are graceful and clear, like a spring like a bead, like a jade pendant, like a face splashed with water, like holding a handful of fragrant flowers and smelling it lightly, like Xishi meditating on the sand by the Miluo River, or like The stirring sound of the sword, after a clang, stopped abruptly with a lingering lingering sound.

Xiao stopped mace live.

Clothes fluttered.

Zhuo Qing put away his sword and jumped out of the grass, shouting joyfully: "Sister, you're back!"

Pulling out a snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve, he gently wiped his sweat, and said in a gentle voice: "The power of the mace has improved a lot, but there are more calluses on the hands. Take it easy, don't worry."

"What tune did you just play?" Lu Yu seldom opened his mouth. With his sword hidden at his waist, he poured a cup of herbal tea into the bronze handle pot with cloud and crane pattern placed beside the grass, and drank it with his head raised. The tea was still faint. It's sweet, with a nice fragrance, which is very thirst-quenching.

Ever since he taught Zhuo Qing how to practice swordsmanship, he drank lightly sweet and fragrant tea every day. He was a little familiar with the taste and color of tea, and gradually felt that the sweetness was moderate, the fragrance was soft and smooth to the tongue, not greasy at all, and he felt a sense of dependence.

Zhuo Qing said with a smile: "Master, this is my sister's favorite piece, it's called Bixue Changhuan, if you play it on the guqin, it's even more soul-stirring and has endless aftertaste."

Lu Yu was noncommittal, subconsciously poured another glass and finished drinking.

Bitter Job's tears floated to his side lightly, shook the pot, her eyes were darkly happy, she approached him and smiled, "Hey, I drank it all up, is it good?"

Lu Yu avoided her, and said coldly: "Stupid girl, don't be smart! Thirst is human nature, not because your tea tastes good."

"It's delicious, it's delicious, why bother to cover it up, defeating the hero's demeanor! I met Fuying girl today, that's really a heroine! It's very frustrating for a woman to not give way to a man." Ku Yi looked He glanced at him, touched his chest with his flute, and said with a half-annoyance and half-smile: "Little black monster, who is more famous in the world, you or her?"

Lu Yu put aside Bi Zhuxiao, frowned and said, "Stupid girl, if you want to know so much, go to the rivers and lakes and ask!"

"I will go when I have a chance! Hei Xiaoguai, don't you stupid girl, it's all your fault for screaming, I've become so stupid, today I almost got..." The flute was on his lips, and he blew a note casually to cover up the out-of-control sentence, with bright eyelashes, he smiled sweetly at him.

Lu Yu met her smiling face blooming like a pomegranate flower with indifferent eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and his brows curled up in a sarcasm: "Almost caught by someone or making trouble for nothing? You have strange hobbies, either seeking death or overthinking yourself , not surprisingly."

"Hey, Hei Xiaoguai, you're so cruel!" Every time Kuyi saw him, she couldn't help but feel depressed, so she just spoke coldly, and wanted to hit her Linghui, which was as blooming as a lotus.

Zhuo Qing jumped away wisely, and danced swords beside Jing Die,
"My son is not in the mood to quarrel with you. You'd better be smart about things that have nothing to do with you. Otherwise, if you meet someone you shouldn't meet in the future, you will die without a place to die. Don't you be ashamed of the person who sacrificed for you?" ?” Lu Yu snorted coldly, her frosty eyes turning black, as if she was about to devour her.

(End of this chapter)