The first beautiful man is "daughter"

Hua Qingyue opened her eyes wide and looked at the top of the bed. Whether it was on the bed or outside the bed, the room was filled with bright red gauze curtains.In the past few days, except for the maid who delivered the food, Ming Ju, he never came again, and he never stepped out of this room. Ming Ju didn't imprison him, saying that he could hang around wherever he fell in love except Jue Gu Lin.

"My lord, change your clothes and go for a walk! You will get sick sooner or later if you are bored in the room." The maid at the side hesitated for a while before persuading him, but the leader only told her to guard this celestial young man, who knew he could be so bored, If he doesn't go out, she will be moldy.

Hua Qingyue glanced at the irritated maid and nodded, thinking that other than looking at him, these maids would not talk to him, after all, all of them looked cold and gloomy.The maid in black breathed a sigh of relief, and came back after going out for a while, holding the snow-white clothes in her hands, which were exactly the two sets Ming Yu gave Hua Qingyue.

Hua Qingyue picked up the clothes to check in surprise, that's right!It was the two sets he put in the closet when he was sleeping, why did he take it back?There are too many reasons why I want to ask Ming Ju: "Where is your leader?"

"In the Thousand Bamboo Residence of Zuo Dharma Guardian, if you want to go, your subordinates can lead the way. The leader said you can go anywhere." The number of people can be counted on one hand. If you follow, you may be able to go in and see what kind of place it is.

Hua Qingyue shook her head: "No, I'll go by myself! Just tell me how to get there." He believed that Mingyu would never send someone to monitor him all the time, as long as he didn't break into places he said he couldn't go, he should be able to Unimpeded.

In Qianzhuju, a road is paved with green flat stones. On both sides of the road are placed some stones of different sizes. Behind the stones are bamboo slopes of varying heights.The two-meter-high wooden door plaque at the entrance reads "Qianzhuju", and there are two lines of poems written on both sides of the wide bracket: Zheng bones are imagined as bamboo tails, and black iron will eventually wrap around fingers.

Hua Qingyue hesitated for a while, but was finally attracted by the faint sound of the piano, and slowly stepped into a fairyland surrounded by greenery.

"Zuo Qianchuan, can you change the song? It's the one I've been playing all day long, and it calms me down to get rid of my demon nature. I'm going to have a seizure if I listen to it any more." He put his boots aside casually, and kicked the stream lazily with his bare feet.

Zuo Qianchuan stopped his fingers: "Don't be like a woman who has entered menopause, with a lot of dissatisfaction and croaking. If you look so lax, you would have died a few times a year ago. As the leader, I hope you A few minds." This is Ming Ju's trust in him, as long as he enters him, Ming Ju never guards against anything, he is so lax that no matter how he approaches or leaves, if he doesn't notice it deliberately, he won't know at all.

Ming Jue closed his eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air: "It's not bad to die here." A fairyland on earth, I have to say, the former leader really doted on Zuo Qianchuan, and gave him the best piece of land in Jue Ming.

"Come on, don't pollute my land. Here, go on." Zuo Qianchuan picked up the flute from the table beside him and went to Mingyu, and Mingyu lazily retracted the soaked feet, and raised his hand to catch the flying flute accurately. Xiao.

"You sing me the lyrics of that song and I'll play it, or you will continue to play alone." The first time I saw Zuo Qianchuan, he was desolate in Tsing Yi, sitting alone on Jueming Cliff, playing the unprofessional piano, But the tune is nice.Three years, the same piece of music, day after day, year after year, he would go to Jueming Cliff to listen whenever he had time, and Zuo Qianchuan would play there every morning, knowing the existence of the other party but never saying a word .Later, when I got familiar with it, he brought Xiao to play with him for the first time, and the ensemble played with a tacit understanding, but he still didn't speak.Later, I got to talk, and after that, I became familiar with each other.It's just... No matter how much he pesters, Zuo Qianchuan won't give him the libretto or write it down for him.

Zuo Qianchuan rolled his eyes: "Here again, didn't I tell you! This word is too offensive to you, maybe you won't think this song is good after listening to it, isn't it all for your own good." Like Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death, he doesn't know how to read people's eyes.Say it so clearly, reject it so many times, tell him clearly that you don't want to sing.He is not good at singing, and he doesn't want his shortcomings to be magnified in front of acquaintances.

"I said Zuo Qianchuan, the first day you met me, which one of the things I did did not hook up with your immoral range?" Zuo Qianchuan snorted at the same answer, he dared to marry a man back, This is nothing but what is. There is no way to frame him with this reason.

That's right, it's all due to Ming Jue being so civilized.Zuo Qianchuan smiled deceitfully: "Okay! I will fulfill you, seeing that your demonic attacks are becoming more and more frequent, maybe I will give you my life next time, at least I have no regrets for letting you die."

Xiao Qiqin follows, the melody entangles the bamboo forest, and Zuo Qianchuan's pleasant voice echoes in Qianzhuju.Skillful playing, exciting melody, charming voice, everything is in tune with Qian Zhuju.

With her back facing the forest, Hua Qingyue rubbed her feet under the only big tree far from the wooden house.He didn't have the courage to turn his head to look at the two of Qinxiao and Se by the river. Not only was the harmonious atmosphere of the two of them deterring him, but he was even a little envious of their tacit understanding in the ensemble.It can be heard that this kind of proficiency and tacit understanding cannot be cultivated overnight.He didn't know Ming Jue at all, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't know that Ming Jue didn't know how to kill.

Then, what kind of relationship is there between them, what is this protector Zuo in Ming Jue's heart?Hua Qingyue lowered her eyes, and suddenly felt that he was the one who was redundant. Even if his piano skills were better, even if his literary talent was better, he would not be able to write such a tune, and he would no longer be able to say that he likes Mingyu.The hundreds of mouths of Huafu lay before his eyes like this, which made him lack the courage to cross.Wiping away her tears, Hua Qingyue walked towards the exit stepping on the melody at the end of the notes.

After the song was over, Zuo Qianchuan stroked the piano and said, "Compared to the sharp sound of your flute, your flute is now more tender. It's true that everything falls in love with each other. A wolf will really fall in love with a sheep!"

Ming Juan turned Xiao casually, closed his eyes and lay back on the boulder, his feet still fiddling with the water.It's just that his heart is already in a mess, he completely understands that he is really in love with Hua Qingyue.From the time when he was made alive by the Weeping Blood Sword, when he was allowed to go back intact, or...

"Zuo Qianchuan, to be honest, your singing sounds much better than when you croaked." As long as your heart is still beating, I will make you laugh and lead you to grow old slowly.To the old ah!Does his deteriorating body have such a long life...

"Of course, although it's not loud enough to sing with heroic momentum, I feel similar to Hetu's timbre, but I didn't sing his taste." In the end, apart from the good voice, this song can be regarded as sung by him. It's nothing special...

"I misled him that the Jue Ming Sect destroyed Huafu." Ming Huo blinked and looked at Zuo Qianchuan innocently, like a helpless child.

Zuo Qianchuan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Oh, since when did you like to take the blame?" Like taking the blame and destroying others' Xuannv Villa, what is love in the world?The answer is really rubbish.

"God knows, I'm actually afraid that he will find out that his family members are dead and have avenged his revenge, and then he will find himself ashamed to be alive." Even if Hua Qingyue knew that he could keep him from dying, she knew it, but she was still afraid.

After seeing Ming Juan's melancholy face for a while, Zuo Qianchuan couldn't help but burst out laughing.Ming Jue is so arrogant and conceited that he is like a god, how can he not be laughed at if he has such a picture now.Ming Huan frowned, Zuo Qianchuan laughed too much...

Enough of laughing, Zuo Qianchuan gently rubbed the shorter bamboo leaves with his fingers, with an elegant posture of a bamboo fairy, but he said to Mingyu: "I'm afraid it's so insecure, eat your flowers That's it, it's yours after you eat it and wipe it off, so you don't have to worry about it."

"I still need you to teach me. His body made of tofu has committed suicide and been killed. He has to take care of himself. You should contribute more medicinal food or something. In the future, the leader of the sect will live in seclusion if he is tired of playing in the rivers and lakes." Bring it to you." Speaking of Zuo Qianchuan's medicine, the corners of Ming Ju's eyes and brows were stained with ridicule.

"Bah! Who wants to work with you as a boy who does odd jobs and cooks. I like to stay in this forest to live, grow old, get sick and die. When you live in seclusion, let's just get a letter to pass on a carrier pigeon or something. Try not to meet each other." .”

When Ming Jue opened his mouth to say something, a cold air rose from his chest and hit his throat, and then he spit out a mouthful of black blood directly into the stream.Zuo Qianchuan immediately sat back on the piano stand and plucked the strings. The soft melody echoed in the bamboo forest again, and he looked at Mingyu worriedly: "It's all right! It's spitting ink. It is said that octopuses have a dark belly, so they spitting ink."

Ming Jue washed the black blood with stream water, and slumped on the boulder with a faint smile: "If you still can't die, then you must be an octopus."

Seeing his half-dead face, Zuo Qianchuan shook his head, the situation was getting worse and worse, only he could still laugh.Knowing that the coffin was stained on his feet, he personally destroyed the Xuannv Villa. This person is not ordinary willful!