Charming beauty

Immortal Lake is located in the western frontier, surrounded by mountains, outside the pool is snowing all the year round, but the scenery inside the pool is evergreen, more like a fairyland on earth, and the residence of the Murong family is located in it, like a luxurious palace densely covered on the fairy pool , The pavilions and pavilions are exquisite and unusual, the rockery and the water are unique, the spring is beautiful, the autumn is cool, the winter is warm, and the summer is cool, take a step, the gurgling pool water can be heard clearly, take a look, the clear water reflects the sky, and it is so beautiful to look down.

The Murong mansion has been changed to the leader's mansion since the day when Murong You became the leader of the alliance. From that day on, the same surname of Xianrentan has changed owners. Murongyou is the leader of the alliance, but he is also the head of the Murong family. When Murong You returned to the Immortal Pool a few days ago, the hearts of those martial arts seniors who were optimistic about Murong You in the rivers and lakes finally let go of their hearts. I am gratified, and I always believe that Murong You will revive the martial arts and turn the decline into prosperity.

As for Murongyou, after returning to the Immortal Lake, he fell into Murongyou's deep pain and nausea. He was surrounded by mountains and rivers and lakes that he couldn't get rid of. Fever, physical condition worse and worse.Seeing this, Mo Lian finally, under the premise of considering Murongyou's health, and using the excuse of the lord's unhealed injury and needing to meditate to cultivate, ordered to block the entrance of the Immortal Pool.

This letter, Murongyou is really free, taking a walk every day, reading calligraphy and painting, or basking in the sun. The tree trunk looks at the sun, the moon and the stars, and often drinks alone in the corner with wine in hand until dawn.

It seems that this leisure, together with his heart, also relaxes.

While Han Feng silently accompanied him, while silently watching all this, he also silently remembered it in his heart.

The pond water is clear, the study of Murong Mansion.

The banana leaves under the window sill and eaves were rustled by the wind from the pond, and the faint fragrance of the pond water also drifted into the study with the wind, brushing the hair and silk sleeves of the two people in the room. Murongyou stood behind the table, bangs covering his eyebrows, His waist-length black hair was tied up with a blood jade belt, and the red ribbon was mixed with black hair blowing in disorder on his chest. He was dressed in black, with a few deep red bamboo branches circling around his lapel, and a delicate wide belt tied around his waist, which looked like a phoenix. The blood jade hangs on the right side, beautiful without casting, gorgeous and magnificent.He lowered his head slightly to paint, with his hair hanging down his cheeks, his delicate and clean cheeks, as if standing still with time.

Han Feng stood by the desk, holding his water sleeves and grinding, watching him gently and quietly with his phoenix eyes.

The ink is fragrant, and the setting sun is like blood, and the tip of the pen is turned slightly, outlining thousands of rays of light, poppies are everywhere, at a glance, the red clouds are all over the sky, the fragrance is all over the ground, the sky is strangely colorful, covered with blood, as if they merged into one One cannot be separated, the temperament is majestic but strange, as if many grievances and hatreds have been added to it and cannot be described, struggling, but powerless.

"The leader really likes poppies." Han Feng looked at the painting, looking at the bloody flowers in the painting, with a slight smile in his phoenix eyes. Poppies are the most beautiful flowers in the world, and their appearance is absolutely beautiful But it is also the most poisonous flower in the world. As long as you take a bite often, you will not be able to get rid of it until you die. "Poppy flowers are really beautiful."

Poppies are very beautiful. The beauty lies in knowing that they are poison, but they are still willing to fall.Just like her, just like...he and him.

Murongyou stopped writing because of Han Feng's flowers, he turned his head slightly to look at Han Feng, Han Feng seemed a little flustered by his gaze, she lowered her head, pretending to concentrate on grinding, when she felt Murongyou's gaze turned back, she Only then did he make a sound, as if he was careless, but he couldn't hide the worry in his tone, "I don't know how Master Nalan's health is, he was obviously injured so badly, and he insisted on rushing back to Jinyang without resting for a few more days. The mountain is still some distance away from Jinyang, I wonder if Mr. Nalan's body can bear this long-distance travel." Han Feng sighed softly.

Murongyou remained silent, but the tip of the pen paused in mid-air.

"Son."

At the right time, a quiet voice sounded. Mo Lian stood outside the door with a sword at his waist, holding a beautiful letter in both hands. Hua Pai sent a greeting letter."

Murongyou put down his pen, glanced out of the window, and asked in a low voice, "What time is it?"

"It's almost noon." After a pause, he added, "The lunch is ready, sir, do you want to eat first?"

Murong You lightly flicked his sleeves and walked towards the door with a cold and calm expression.

Han Feng stood at the table and hadn't walked away yet. She looked at the unfinished painting on the bed, and was slightly puzzled, "Don't the lord write inscriptions?" To make a painting, you should paint first and then write. Eyes, soul but no spirit.Murongyou is a person who is good at painting, how can he paint but not paint?

"What's so good about Wuxin's painting?"

Murongyou stepped to the door without looking back, the corner of his clothes disappeared outside the door in a flash, while Han Feng was in the room looking at the painting silently lost in thought.

Unintentional painting, if it is really unintentional, why does this painting make people feel sad?But if you have a heart, why can't you find out where your soul is?

Unintentional, is it really unintentional, or is it intentional but unable to express it with your heart?

Han Feng grinned bitterly, and after thinking about it for a while, she gently picked up the vermilion pen amidst the fragrance of the long pond water.When Murongyou returned to the room again, Han Feng had already left, the room only echoed the rustling of banana leaves outside the window, and the painting was still laid on the table, he stamped his feet and walked over.

The ink brush is like Dan Kou spotting blood, and the handwriting is like wind and snow. The handwriting on the painting is beautiful, correct and gentle, floating on the paper.

Chao Zhao is in love, and Mu Mu holds hands.

Although the end of the world is across the sea, love is like gold.

The sky is full of red, and a few poppy petals are falling, flying far away with the wind. At this time, the sky and the earth are completely embarrassing and will never be separated.

May you be a rock and keep the cattail grass forever.

Suddenly, a smile spread on Murongyou's lips, as bright as a poppy flower, blooming bloodthirsty and glamorous.

The imperial city of Jinyang.

"How is the national teacher?"

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, the national teacher is fine."

Calming incense slowly lingered in the corner, and the atmosphere in the hall was quiet. They seemed to be deliberately lightly moving, for fear of disturbing anything. Through the heavy gauze, Nalan Mei's sleeping face could be vaguely seen, and the audible slight breathing sound could be imagined. His tiredness was like a white jade palm slightly exposed outside the tent. The imperial doctor was kneeling beside the bed carefully bandaging the wound on his palm, and he used the best cream lotion in the palace by the way, so as not to leave any scars.

Emperor Jing Ning still frowned, as if worried, "Since there is no problem, how could he faint?"

"The national teacher's injury has not healed, and his body is too weak. The distance from Wuliang Mountain to Jinyang is not close. It is not easy for the national teacher to stand up and return to Jinyang. When he returned to Jinyang, he never had a good rest, so it was too much." If you lose your energy and faint, you just need to meditate and cultivate for a few days, Your Majesty doesn’t need to worry.”

Only then did Emperor Jingning stand up with a sigh of relief, and flicked his sleeves, "No matter what kind of medicinal materials, as long as I see that the national teacher is safe and sound, you know?"

"My minister takes orders." The imperial doctor kowtowed to the ground, "Respectfully see you off to Your Majesty."

Emperor Jingning glanced under the inner tent, then glanced at Yue Du Tou and Yue Du He who had been silent all this time, and left with a flick of his sleeves, "Prince, go back to the imperial study."

Yue Du took a glance at Yue Du'an, then glanced behind the tent, and followed Emperor Jing Ning out the door.

"Is everything wrapped up?"

The curtain was lifted slightly, and after Yuedu'an's thin figure walked into the gauze, he glanced at the imperial doctor kneeling beside him, and stretched out his hand to lift the gauze that obstructed people's sight, and Nalan Mei's sleeping face fell into Yuedu's eyes .I don't know if it's because I'm too tired or I haven't had a good sleep for too long, Nalan Mei is sleeping very deeply at this time, motionless, if it wasn't for the slight ups and downs of his chest, Yue Duyu would really think him... Yue Duyu clenched his lips tightly petals, eyes slightly red.

The imperial doctor bandaged Nalan Mei's palm, gently put it under the quilt and tucked it in, stood up and bowed to Yue Duyu, "My minister has already bandaged it for the national teacher. The national teacher is weak and needs to meditate. Don't disturb me, Your Highness." The national teacher is resting." Wei bowed, and the imperial doctor got up to pack the medicine box, "I will take my leave."

There was a dead silence in the hall.

Yue Duyu stared at Nalan Mei quietly, tears flowed out of his eyes after all, he choked up and stroked Nalan Mei's cheek, feeling that paleness and exhaustion, he clenched his lips tightly, leaned over Pressing his face gently against Nalan Mei's chest, his tears flowed into Nalan Mei's chest.

He was crying silently, all the voices were held in his heart, he couldn't breathe, his little face was flushed from crying, and he didn't know how long he had been crying, until he was gently embraced by his hands, he suddenly woke up, The slender fingers gently stroked his hair, weak and weak, but full of truth and peace of mind.

"Baby, don't cry, I'm fine."

It took a long time for Yue Duyu to come back to his senses, he sniffed and his voice was hoarse, "Brother, Wu'er just wants to cry, there is no other meaning."

Those hands patted him lightly, as if to comfort him, Yueduwan rubbed against his chest, and became quiet, "Brother, you sleep a little longer, and Wu'er will stay here."

Nalan Mei responded almost invisible, and fell asleep again, while Yueduan also slowly fell asleep in a quiet atmosphere.

When Yueduyu woke up, it was just at sunset, and happened to see Qinxue bringing clean water to wipe Nalan Mei's body.

"Go down, let me come." Yue Duwan took the silver basin and pouted towards the door, "Look at the door, don't let anyone in."

Moved the wooden stool to the side of the bed, closed the gauze curtain, and bent over to wipe Nalan Mei's face, Yueduan seemed to be very happy, his movements were brisk and neat, but slightly soft, as if he was wiping something fragile He opened Nalan Mei's lapel with his hands, but the action was rigid at the next moment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze instantly.

He stared blankly at the few red marks dotted on the delicate snow-white neck, his mind went blank.

Whether Yue Duyu is married or has a child, he naturally knows what it is, but why does this thing appear on the senior brother?What happened to the brother?Why do hickeys appear?Could it be that senior brother...

He stared blankly at the few petals that seemed to be inlaid on the fat jade, his heart was in a mess, he didn't know what it was like.

Who could it be? ...

He looked at Nalan Mei quietly, but Nalan Mei struggled slightly in her sleep, her brows were slightly frowned, and her fingers were clenched tightly.

"Mur... Rong..."

He murmured.

Yue Duyu froze suddenly.

Late at night, Prince Qing's Mansion.

In the pavilion where the clear water reflects the moon, Yi hugged the piano and looked at the stars, imagining the scene of tomorrow over and over again in her mind, and at the end, she couldn't help but blush.

"Yue Lao, Yue Lao, you must bless Brother Mei and he will definitely come tomorrow."

"He won't come tomorrow."

Yue Duqing's voice suddenly sounded, startling Yi, she turned around, a little dissatisfied, "Brother, what do you mean by that, brother Mei said that he would come to listen to me playing the piano tomorrow!"

Yue Duqing looked at Yi for a long time, but asked, "You really love him so much?"

Yi blushed, "Brother!"

"Tell the truth." Yue Duqing looked at her intently, "Do you really love him?"

"En." Yi nodded without hesitation, "Brother, marrying Brother Mei is Yi'er's wish since childhood."

"Even if he doesn't love you?"

Yi shrugged, raised her head to look at the sky, slightly hugged Qin in her arms, her smile was blurred, blending into the beautiful night, "Brother, I love Brother Mei, it has nothing to do with whether Brother Mei loves me or not, loving him is just my own. matter."

Yue Duqing stretched out his hand to touch the top of her head, and after a while, he opened his mouth gently.

"Yi'er, maybe you can save him..."

.Of course it was an accident. I really can't believe that there is a pure male-male relationship.

Meier, why did Mo Lian die!How did Jun Lian get married!No! ! !

I finished watching it in one day~! !Woohoo, great writing! !My poor Merlin~