Charming beauty

The moon is hollow, thousands of stars are dotted in the sky like pearls, the central full moon is like a silver plate hanging high in the sky, the silvery moonlight is hazy like a dream, like silver snow covering the earth, the night is like a soft veil, silent And serene.

Through the window, Qinghui covered the ground with a layer of silver, reflecting the room clearly. Nalan Mei pushed open the door, with a small figure curled up in her arms, breathing steadily and sweetly, gently turning the sleeping Jun Lian put him on the bed, and Nalan Mei took off his coat and shoes for him, and pulled the quilt to cover him.

The child was still a child after all, unable to resist sleep, he felt sleepy halfway, so he had no choice but to carry him back, Nalan Mei sighed softly, bent down to untie his headband, the black hair was scattered beside the pillow like silk, Against the tranquility of her small face, the corners of her red lips were curled up, as if she was having a sweet dream.

Tucking the quilt lightly with his hands, Nalan Mei was about to leave, but Jun Lian suddenly opened his eyes, his amber eyes glistening, he grabbed Nalan Mei's wrist, his eyes were round and very cute.

"Aren't you asleep?" Nalan Mei asked softly.

"Brother Nalan helped me write a poem..." Jun Lian reached out and groped under the pillow, pulled out a fan, handed it to Nalan Mei, and said sleepily, "The names are Jun Lian and Mo Lian."

Nalan Mei took the fan and spread it out. It was an ink painting. There were a few lotus leaves in the painting. One of the lotus flowers stood out from the lotus leaves. A dragonfly rested on the petals. The freshness like a lotus in the water is naturally transmitted from the inside to the outside, and two words are inscribed on the edge of the fan: Molian.

Nalan Mei is familiar with this word, and it is exactly the same as the writing on the note just now. He knows that this painting was drawn by Jun Lian himself. Nalan Mei turned his eyes to Jun Lian who had fallen asleep again, and drew Shen Yun is because I found a feeling. Is that feeling because of Mo Lian? …

This child can't... Nalan Mei sighed softly, walked to the desk by the window and lit the candle. Under the candlelight, Nalan Mei picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, and the tip of the pen lightly touched the fan, and the delicate and elegant handwriting slowly formed :

You enjoy the Lantern Festival night crossing the moon, and the ink marks cover the beautiful face with the fan.

The red silk thread is drunk in the pity eyes, and the lotus moss is timid and the years go by.

The seven character poems are arranged vertically in four rows, with the head and neck joints flush, and the jaw and tail joints falling a bit. Looking horizontally, you can clearly see the words Jun Lian and Mo Lian.

After drying the ink stains, Nalan Mei folded the folding fan, placed it lightly beside Jun Lian's pillow, tucked the quilt for him again, and walked out lightly.

The surrounding houses are dark, and the yard is quiet, only the empty moon is like a moon ice tray, not stained with dust, and the stone table in the yard is stained with silver, like a pebble exuding silver luster.

Nalan Mei sat quietly by the stone table, her light purple clothes hanging on the ground, her black hair draped over her shoulders, the purple jade in her hair softly reflected the moonlight, her bangs were long and slender, her eyes were blurred under the shadow, and only He could be heard sighing softly.

As if in response to his thoughts, the sound of Xiao came from a distance, the sound of bamboo was long and smooth, and the melody was smooth, like a lark weeping at night. Beautiful.

Nalan Mei's piano skills are superb, and the qin and Xiao sing together, so he naturally understands Xiao Le, but, it's so late, who is playing the Xiao music?

Nalan Mei walked out of the yard slowly following the sound.

The moon shines like silver, passing through the treetops and leaking a field of broken jade, the wind in the forest has a faint fragrance of winter plums, a thick branch under the shadow of a tree, leaning against a black shadow, and a branch of red lips Bizhuxiao, with long and slender fingers jumping lightly, black tulle floating weightlessly in the air, and thin bangs also draw soft arcs in the wind.

Murongyou half-closed her eyes, her eyelashes were slender, and the soft flute sound flowed out from her red lips, winding and soft, quiet and low, the quiet and empty overtones in this silent night seemed to be entrusting a kind of tranquility and long distance. The daydreams, the indescribable sense of tranquility, are quietly filling my heart.

The moonlight was soft, and the broken silver leaked out. At this moment, Murong You was like a poppy hidden in the mist, giving people an ethereal and trance-like enchanting softness, and also a kind of quiet and ethereal beauty.

The sound of the flute was gurgling, ethereal and elegant, but suddenly stopped. Murongyou put down the flute in his hand, slowly opened his eyes, his red lips curled into a smile, and the bamboo flute was twirling around his fingertips flexibly. Nue was frivolous, "Come out when you come."

"Feel sorry."

A tranquil voice sounded softly, and Nalan Mei walked out from the shadows, her thin clothes billowing behind her, her long black hair fluttering slightly in the night wind, her face was as beautiful as a fairy from outside the Nine Heavens Profound Realm under the foggy and moonlight. Elegant and indifferent, not eating fireworks.

He raised his eyes to stare at Murong You, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said slightly apologetically, "Murong, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Come up." Murongyou hung one leg and the other on a tree branch, leaning against the tree trunk with a lazy posture. He looked down at Nalan Mei, his slender fingers twirling the bamboo flute. Nue continued, "Do you need help?"

Murongyou's position is about three feet above the ground, not too high or too low, as long as you know how to do light work, you can easily go up, Nalan Mei shook her head, jumped on tiptoe, borrowed a force from the tree trunk, and lightly landed beside Murongyou.With a flick of her sleeves, Nalan Mei tidied up her clothes, turned her head to look at Murong You beside her, and asked with a smile, "It's already so late, why is Murong so elegant?"

"Can't you?" Murong You sneered, put one hand on his bent leg, and asked evilly at the corner of his mouth.

Nalan Mei shook her head, her eyes were still gentle, her eyes fell to the distance, but she sighed softly, there was a light melancholy in her handsome brows.Murong You turned his face sideways and stared at him, his face was evil and beautiful, and his tone was low, "What's wrong?"

Nalan Mei blinked slowly, her eyelashes were pitch black, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, "Murong, now Prime Minister Ning is also eyeing the Shenmiao Gate, and assassinations will be inevitable in the future, and the road to Wuliang Mountain It must be extremely dangerous..."

"What? Are you scared?" Murong You joked.

"That's not true." Nalan Mei smiled slightly, "I'm just considering whether to keep Jun Lian here, after all, it's too dangerous for him to follow us with a child."

"Are you doubting Mo Lian?" Murongyou raised his eyebrows, his mouth was smiling, his thin lips became redder under the moonlight, "Or are you doubting the deity?"

"Murong, don't get me wrong." Nalan Mei tilted her head slightly, her smile was soft, but her tone was very distant, "I'm doubting myself."

Murongyou chuckled seductively, his eyes glinted faintly in the darkness, revealing a frivolity, "You are the deity's person, who dares to move?"

"That's right..." Nalan Mei's eyes were dark, and the smile on the corners of his mouth didn't fade, but he changed the subject calmly, "By the way, Murong, what you played just now was 'Plum Blossom Falling in Plum Blossom Temple'?"

Murongyou glanced at him, pursed her lips lightly, lost interest, but still nodded slightly as an answer.Nalan Mei smiled, "Sure enough, plum blossoms are falling."

"Do you know?" Murong asked lightly, leaning lazily against the tree, playing with the blue bamboo leaves with his fingers, his evil eyes were slightly narrowed, his lips were red, but his long eyebrows were stretched out, "tell me .”

"This song comes from a story..." Nalan Mei eloquently explained the origin of the song "Plum Blossom Falling in Plum Blossom Temple".

It is said that the person who composed the music was a woman, who not only has an alluring appearance, but also the sad and beautiful flute sound she played.It is said that as long as you hear it, you can't help crying.However, such a passionate and talented woman can't choose her own destiny. She was lucky enough to be selected in the imperial concubine selection. Once she enters the palace gate, she will never see her smiling face again. There is also the weeping Xiao sound.

As a woman who drifted with the crowd, she fell in love with the emperor who was aloof and gave her true love, but all she got was an empty title.

The harem selects beautiful women every year, and the emperor keeps having new loves, and keeps being sent to the palace, and is bestowed the title of concubine again.Every moonlit night, she waited in the empty bedroom, but the emperor never looked at her directly. Over time, she developed a habit and got used to loneliness.

Once, she picked up a flute from her girlhood again and composed a new song for herself, named Plum Blossom Falling.Plum blossoms bloom proudly in the winter snow, proud and noble, quietly blooming in the courtyard, compared with snow, they are more fragrant, falling, scattered, just like her in the Mood for Love, like her persistent waiting, like her humble love.

This piece of music is gentle and beautiful. When you listen to it, it will melt into your heart and touch the softest part of people's hearts. After closing your eyes, what is left in your heart is only moving. emotionally moved.

"...Then, I don't know when, this song spread to the people, and then spread to other countries." Nalan Mei's voice was very gentle, with a sense of elation, "The story happened more than 20 years ago. People speculate whether the person who composed the music is the current queen of the Lanmi Kingdom, but the law of the Lanmi Kingdom is strict, so it has not been confirmed, so it is unknown who the real composer is."

After listening, there was a hint of all thoughts hidden in Murongyou's expression, but it was hidden for a moment. Nalan Mei turned his face to look at him, but he didn't catch the strangeness. A layer of veil fell on Murong You's face, vaguely and hazy.Nalan asked with a charming smile, his eyes reflected the moon, "How could Murong know this song?"

Murongyou raised his eyebrows slantingly, his pupils were dark, and with a flick of his finger, Yu Xiao, who was spinning on his fingertips, jumped towards Nalan Mei. Mei, said, "Blow it and listen."

Although Nalan Mei was puzzled, he still complied with his request, put Heng Xiao horizontally on his lips, and his slender fingers jumped on the small sound hole. His eyes were slightly closed, his face was stained with tranquility, his slender fingers danced lightly, and the empty and distant Xiao Yin overflowed from his lips.

The jade moon gradually set in the west, and the silver cold moonlight slanted on their hair. The night wind was gentle and gentle, and the two people's hair was entangled and fluttered in the wind. There was a soft tone in the air, and the soft rhythm was far away. The lingering, trembling overtones spread out quiet ripples, as if a slight wave appeared in the heart, spreading wave after wave.

Murong quietly stared at Nalan Mei, her eyes were dim, the moon was setting in the western sky, Nalan Mei's face was outlined by the moonlight, her fine bangs fluttered slightly, her graceful long eyebrows stretched out, her slender eyelashes trembled with the rhythm, very pretty His nose is delicate, his lips are light in color, his fingers are long and full of aura, and the tranquility and peace that naturally emanate from between his brows make him dazzlingly beautiful at this moment.

Staring at it for a while, Murong You slightly raised his red lips, but with a hint of disdain, he turned his face and stared at the crescent moon in the sky, his pupils were as dark as ink, like a bottomless abyss, he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes The color flickered on and off, and finally returned to darkness, and then slowly closed his eyes.

At the end of the song, the flute sound still lingered in the air, Nalan Mei let out a breath, turned her head slightly, and looked at the people around her, but Murong You closed her eyes and breathed steadily, as if she was asleep, Nalan Mei She laughed dumbfounded, but couldn't bear to wake him up.

The moonlight was like silver, the night wind was like water, in the breeze, Murongyou turned his face slightly, and Nalan Mei looked at him carefully, usually he was arrogant and weird, his temper was hot and cold, he couldn't figure it out at all, but at this moment Quiet is the first time he sees it.

The breeze blew by, and the thin bangs were gently raised in an arc, the eyelids were lightly closed, the eyelashes rested under the eyes like butterflies, the profile of Murongyou's profile was exquisite and exquisite, the long eyebrows fell into the temples, and the skin was as white as snow. He had always known that Murongyou was handsome, especially It's those eyes, enchanting and evil, like a witch from hell in the blink of an eye, glamorous and incomparable.

Murong You, to be honest, he doesn't hate it.

Yu Xiao twirled between Nalan Mei's slender fingers, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile, reflecting the moonlight, like a dream, but there was a coldness in the depths of his eyes.

However, it can only be that I don't hate it. The legend of marriage is absurd.

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In the distance, another shadow was printed on the ground, the hair flew away, the hands under the sleeves were tightly clenched, and the eyes under the shadow were hiding inexplicable thoughts...

The night is quiet and cold, rendering the moonlight soft...

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