Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 97: Apprenticeship (2)
A figure came lightly, with black clothes fluttering, standing in front of her, his cold eyes swept over her, and his voice was like iron: "Where's Zhuo Qing?"

Jin Li was stunned for a moment, but when she saw the face clearly, she raised her eyelashes with joy, and said loudly, "Young Master Yu!"

Hearing the sound, Kuyi lifted the curtain and came out, the autumn waves were flowing, like satin on his dull face, and the smile was rolling: "Hei Xiaoguai, you came neither early nor late, Qing'er is practicing sword in the bamboo pavilion. I and You go together."

"No need!" Lu Yuyu fell into the crowd, his black clothes were like clouds, and he was hard to find in an instant.

Kuyi smiled slightly and nodded her pupils, looked at Viola, and said with a rare burnt expression: "Viola, quickly give it to the nanny, make the decoction earlier, I will send it later."

"Oh, it turns out that the lady gave it to him..." Jin Lie's bright eyes suddenly realized, her pretty eyes brightened, and she left with a smile like a peach blossom.

Bitter barley's face is flushed, her eyes are usually less turbulent, maybe she is too concerned, even Viola, who is a little careless, has noticed the signs.

Bitter barley holds the noodles, as if to wipe away the shame.

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The concubine Xiangzhu, the woman's tears, beautiful spots and eyes.

Zhuo Qing happily paid homage to his master, picked up the wooden sword, respectfully stood aside, and waited for him to teach.

Lu Yu raised his long sleeves lightly, and pulled out a pair of exquisite maces from his back, one green and one red, with a lovebird carved on each mace body.

"This pair of winged maces is a legacy from ancient times. Although it has no edge, it is infinitely powerful. Learning swords is for self-defense, not for fighting fiercely. Holding a mace with a straight heart is the way of life. One mace can determine the world, and winging is invincible, little girl , go on!" Lu Yu threw the green mace at Jing Die.

Jing Die was already envious at the side, seeing the mace being thrown, she was terrified, so she ignored it, reached out to pick it up, and hugged it with both arms, only to find that it was not as heavy as imagined.

Her almond eyes were shining brightly, she knelt down on her knees, raised her chin Qiaoqiao, and said in a pretty voice: "Master, please accept my disciple's worship!"

"You are very clever, and you are not inferior to that stupid girl. As expected, if there is a master, there must be a servant." Lu Yu's eyes glowed with warmth, and his words softened a lot: "Come on, let's learn the mace together! His chivalry has left his name in history, and this son will fulfill his descendants! You are so intelligent that you will not be inferior to Qing'er, and the two of you will work together to bring out the ultimate brilliance of the mace!"

"Yes, Master!" Zhuo Qing Jingdie's eyes hooked up happily.

Lu Yu used a sword instead of a mace, and danced a few moves for them to follow, while he himself gave instructions.

The sound of the mace is like music, as if spreading its wings and flying.

One green and one red, the blue color pours down like flowing beads, and the red light spreads out like brocade, looking from a distance, it is extraordinarily brilliant and gorgeous.

Two light figures, lake blue like water, orange clothes like silk, galloping like horses, sometimes as soft as jade.

Kuyi is holding a bronze girder-lifting pot with egret pattern, her pupils are warm.

Qing'er, my sister has finally granted your wish.

The bottom of my heart has never been so clear, and everyone is like this. It is always hard to let go of the entanglement in the heart.

She stood beside the concubine Xiang bamboo like a chrysanthemum, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Lu Yu's face like the moon, until he glanced at him, she woke up like a dream, nodded her eyes with a faint smile, stepped forward, and shouted: " Qinger, Xiaodie, take a break and drink some tea!"

Zhuo Qing Jingdie both looked at Lu Yu, his face was indifferent, his eyes were as deep as the sea, blue and jade-colored, his brows were slightly frowned, he nodded without hesitation, turned around, and walked towards the bamboo pavilion.

Kuyi handed the Tongjue, gently took Zhuo Qing's lake-blue gauze, brushed the wind from his shoulders, and said in a low voice: "I will serve tea to the master later, if he asks, Then say it's the same as what you usually drink."

Zhuo Qing stared at her, his sister was like a bright moon in the night sky, all the light in the world may disappear, only the bright moon shines brightly, never fades, accompanying in the lonely and empty night, shining brightly in the hearts of the people In the depths, the pulse is soft and moist.As far as he was concerned, what his sister did was always right. His starry eyes were full of youthful poise, and he replied softly, "Okay, I understand."

Bitter Job's tears smiled, poured two Gray tea and handed it to the two, Jing Die's eyes rolled, her lips were as beautiful as pearls, and there was a bright smile on her lips: "Miss, it smells so good!"

Kuyi gently caressed her shoulder, pampering her eyes.

Zhuo Qing took the jade goblet from Kuyi's hand, walked steadily towards the bamboo pavilion, held it high with both hands, with a trace of humility between his brows: "Master, please use tea!"

Lu Yu stared at him. I haven't seen him for five years. He is already a young man. He is the son of the Hou family. He is naturally good-looking. man.

A warm color drifted past Lu Yu's eyes, and he reached out to take the Panchi jade goblet, and drank it all in one gulp, with a hint of inappropriateness on his lips: "The fragrance is more than sweet, but I don't like sweetness the most."

Xiao Qing looked at his sister, wanted to laugh in his heart, tried his best to hold it back, and said humbly: "Master doesn't know something, my apprentice has been weak since childhood, my sister often drinks it with flowers and plants, this tea is added with low-light lotus heart, which is very precious. Herbal medicine can both quench thirst and refresh oneself, Jing Die and I drink a lot on weekdays, and our health is very good."

"Oh?" Lu Yu's cold eyes plucked out Ku Yi's eyes, with a thin question: "Smelly girl, I said that the gray hair will not be cured, if you coax me to add some medicine, I will not forgive you!"

(End of this chapter)