Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 120 Jade Waterfall (1)
Bitter barley's palm trembled, and the green bamboo flute fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, like a bamboo splitting in pain.

The only person alive in this world who is willing to sacrifice for her is Mother Yue, who endured humiliation to save her life.

Lu Yu cherishes Yue's mother, otherwise he would not hate her, Xiao Yao.

Kuyi was in a languid mood, his eyes were gloomy, and he said in a daze: "You are right, I should be as quiet as the Binghou Mansion, and I should not act rashly. Maybe this is also Mother Yue's expectation for me. Qing'er, Xiao Die, it's getting late at night, let's practice again tomorrow, or we'll be tired and the nanny, Fu, will come looking for someone."

Zhuo Qing Jing Die made a promise, took the mace and bid farewell to Lu Yu, and the three siblings left together.

Kuyi couldn't care less about picking up the green bamboo flute on the ground. As she walked in a hurry, the wind blew up her skirt and made a rustling sound. A snow-colored figure was very lonely in the moonlight. Every step she took seemed to hide countless sad.

Lu Yu was a little dazed, watching her turn around the green hill, pass through the Ningbi Pavilion, pass through the Peony Pavilion, and cross the Rose Pier. Sometimes she is beautiful and elegant, sometimes playful and charming, sometimes steady and graceful, and sometimes gloomy. Unclear her true face.What kind of soul is she?
Lu Yu lost his mind, until that beautiful figure gradually disappeared into the dim moonlit night, then he sighed in disappointment, regretting that he shouldn't have blamed her.

Lu Yu stretched out his fingers to pick up the bizhu flute, the body of the flute was cracked, and a curved scar extended into the flute's eyes, like the depressed eyes of the girl's spiritual smoke.

Bi Xue Changhuan?The snow is as green as blue, and there is always joy in the world, the sword dances in the breeze, and the sunshine, no matter how hard the years are, if there is sunshine, there will be long joy in people's hearts.Xiao Yao, why did you compose such a song, because of my Bixue sword?

Who is my sunshine?

Lu Yu squeezed the green bamboo flute tightly, his black clothes rippling, and quietly turned away after a few ups and downs.

The moonlight was faint, the stars were falling, and behind the shadow of swords and swords, Hongpu returned to the silence it had when no one was there.

The color of the grass is still as bright as before, but the hearts of the people are already smoldering.

Maybe after tomorrow, it will be Qiushui Yiren Pianiao's son again.

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The wind blows, rolling a scroll of bright red and emerald green, and Jieqi Garden is as bright as the smoke and sunshine in March.

Xiuyu Jianhuang seemed to disappear, waiting for her to disappear.Is something stuck?

Bitter barley walked in the garden silently.

Obviously it is the deepest heat, perhaps because of the exquisitely colored scenery such as the lotus pond, green pavilion, red garden and peony pavilion. The mist-like waterfall makes Jieqi Garden feel like spring all the year round, and it doesn't feel the heat at all.

Pulling up the skirt in high spirits, wherever I go alone, what I see is clusters of red, yellow, green, purple, blue, white and orange, the colors are ingenious, confusing people's eyes.Raising the eyes and flowing lightly, the ground is full of glowing flowers, the trees are young, the flowers are charming, the grass and grass are enchanting, making people feel like a dream.

Waking up from the dream is the relentless passage of time and the peaceful waiting.

At that time, waiting was the only state of mind, and Fang found that looking forward to a long time was actually a kind of joy of life.

Then there is the endless busyness.

Busy in exchange for rich rewards, regardless of the distant future, grasping the present is the best of the world.

Huang Yanyan's begonia woven shoes are endlessly red and green all the way, colorful and beautiful, and the eyes are flowing.

At that time, Kuyi strolled up the fifty green stone steps, and walked up to the jade waterfall platform. The waterfall is like jade, splashing endlessly.I don't know where the source comes from, the waterfall water flows into the cave obliquely, like a water curtain, blocking the airtight, one waterfall after another, like a wave, a sea of ​​flowers flowing across, never tired.

(End of this chapter)