The Legend of Manhua

Yun Ying looked at Man Hua with a worried face, and did not dare to look at Qing Lan who just walked in.

"It's just that he was very irritable, and he almost dropped the book just now." Man Hua took the words very naturally, and stared at Qing Lan who was approaching. T-shirt, hair casually tied with a headband and draped behind the back; icy skin, smooth and crisp, eyes glowing with water and radiance, matte red lips with a shallow smile, as if holding a delicate flower Like flowers waiting to bloom.

"This...have I ever reprimanded you for this?" Qinglan asked, Yunying immediately shook her head, Qinglan looked at Manhua again, and asked: "What about you? Back then, I was lying on the scroll and sleeping, how could I?" Have the slightest reproach?"

Manhua also shook her head obediently.

"Ah, Man Hua Mingjun, you have done such a thing before. No wonder Shengjun said that I am already very obedient and obedient. It really does look like this." Yunying laughed while talking, but when Manhua took the trouble When she looked at him with a kind smile, she immediately restrained herself.

"Yunying, go to the second floor and sort out the information about Fairy Yexing and send it to the 'Yuansi' Jiayuan Tingjun." Upon receiving the order, Yunying quickly responded and slipped away.So, he felt that he was still afraid of Man Hua Mingjun.

"It seems that I have given you a bad impression. I was disobedient and obedient. In other words, was I very rebellious when I was young and young?" Man Hua said this with a wordless bitterness.

"No way, I'm used to it." Qing Lan smiled warmly.

Hearing this, Manhua also smiled, like a spring breeze.

"Come back from the mortal world?"

"Ah."

"Do you still want to go down?"

"That's right, there's no way, the Heavenly Emperor has arranged, there are too many things to finish." Man Hua could only sigh.

"It's always like this... Do you have time to drink? The newly brewed bamboo green wine should be the best time now."

When Man Hua heard this, his eyes sparkled and he nodded: "It's too much time... You didn't bury the wine in the Jinming Building, did you?"

"How about going to Youxian Pavilion without drinking alcohol?"

"I can't ask for it."

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When he first went to Tiangong, he was probably Manhua when he was a teenager. He didn't have a house yet, because he didn't have a title yet, and he was entrusted to Qinglan to take care of him, so he also lived in Youxian Pavilion, and his room was next to Qinglan.

I have forgotten how long we have lived together, because it has been too long, and many things are a bit unclear, but some feel like they are deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and the image will immediately come to mind as soon as it is touched.Most of these things happened in a yard behind the main house, and most of them were taught spells in the yard.

Later, when he was young, he was granted Sanjun, and even though he had his own house, he didn't go back often, and often stayed in Youxian Pavilion, especially after Qinglan started brewing wine, he always had to drink in that small courtyard and enjoy himself, and then by the way Youxian Pavilion fell asleep.

I don't know when, Qinglan became busy, and her circle gradually expanded a lot, so she didn't focus on him.Qinglan's busy figure in Jinminglou at that time became the deepest memory in my impression, and Manhua would also go to play and help.There is one thing that Man Hua still can't figure out and never got the answer: Qing Lan doesn't seem like the kind of person who loves loneliness by nature, why is there only him in Youxian Pavilion or Jinming Tower, not even a fairy servant.

"Am I alone? Don't you still have you?" That was Qing Lan's answer at that time.

Well, such an answer is actually good.Compared with the various fairy birds and beasts raised behind Manhua, Qinglan is indeed much weaker in this respect, which has its advantages, such as seeing the mansion flying around in a mess. When there are a lot of them, I feel annoyed why I can’t figure out how to raise them for a while... Hey, the noise all day long almost tore down his mansion, especially if one or two don’t devote themselves to cultivation, they have no intention of going out to set up their own family at all .

This seems to be still clear and wise.

They sat facing each other on the stone benches in the courtyard. The stone table in front of them placed a jug and two wine glasses. It was a complete set of ceramic wine sets. Different forms of bamboo leaves are carved.

A jug of wine was placed on the stool next to them, and a lot of it was poured into the jug, and then the jug was filled with two exquisite wine glasses. During these processes, the fragrance of bamboo leaves could already be smelled, which refreshed the mind.

Man Hua held the wine glass close to her nose and sniffed it carefully, feeling cool and refreshed inside her body, "I think I won't get drunk no matter how much I drink this wine." After speaking, Man Hua took a sip in his mouth and sipped it slowly.There is a word in the world called '□□', and Manhua felt that she should be feeling this way at the moment.

"It's better not to drink too much. You are no better than before. If you are really drunk, I will probably have nothing to do."

The reason why Qinglan said this can be traced back to the times when he was really drunk and ran out to make all kinds of troubles. It's easy to negotiate outside.

"Why can't you do anything, I won't bully you."

"You ran out to bully the heavenly officials, don't you have to clean it up?" Qing Lan said, Man Hua could only smile embarrassedly.

"By the way, how is Fairy Yexing doing now?" Man Hua asked, holding the wine glass before she suddenly thought of it.

"His Highness the Third Highness of Xihai hasn't finished his calamity yet, so there's nothing wrong with it. However, the Imperial Judge needs past information, so he just sorted it out and sent it."

"Qinglan, I know that if gods and immortals love each other, they need to go through three lifetimes of love together before they can achieve a positive result. This is understandable, but why there is no love between them? Since it is arranged by the heaven, is this unreasonable? ?”

Qinglan was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Before the catastrophe, everyone believed that their feelings were unwavering, but in fact it was very fragile in many cases. In fact, there have been many such things in Tiangong. There are only a small number of people who have cultivated a positive result in love, and there is always one party who loses patience first, or both parties are like this."

"I've heard about it before, but when it actually happened around me, I found it quite weird. Could it be that the Heavenly Court set up such a rule just to consume the emotions in it, rather than to truly fulfill it?"

"No matter what the purpose of Heavenly Court is, whether it can get what it wants depends on itself, at least there is still a chance, right?"

"We all know that people's hearts are the most vulnerable to the test, and it's the same when you become a mortal. Time and time again, I don't know the meaning of this kind of exploitation." Man Hua put down his wine glass and frowned slightly.

"Manhua, the pursuit of meaning in everything is actually meaningless in itself. As you said, this matter is at least two parties who have loved each other, and for many loves that cannot be responded to, you ask him what the meaning is, probably there will be no love." The answer, but there is no way to ignore one's own emotions. There are too many unfair things in the world, and many of them cannot be obtained through hard work. Our only choice is to try. As for the results, it is not up to us to decide."

"Who has the final say? God? Is it the pen in their hands?" Man Hua drank it down in one gulp, feeling uncomfortable as if her chest was blocked.

"You think Siming Zhenjun and Hongzan Laojun are too supernatural. How can they directly write down who is not in love with whom, and who is in love with whom? They just wrote down the main things in a few strokes. As for yourself You still have to control your own mind."

"What do you mean?"

"The Book of Orders and the Book of Marriage are written about things, not feelings. Fate is determined by the sky, and love is born from the heart, but that's all."

Manhua sipped her wine, and began to think about it, but couldn't figure it out, "I always feel that this is not the case, who is in control of this, and our emotions are also controlled."

"who is it?"

"It's the sky, the highest person in the heaven." Man Hua looked stern.

Qing Lan stroked the wine glass and asked, "Why?"

"I don't know, maybe I think he is the only one with such ability."

"Then don't think that way, let alone, the Heavenly Emperor has no reason to do this." Qing Lan sighed softly and said.

"I know." Manhua put one hand on the table and held his chin, "He is the sky, the creator of all things in the world, and the highest belief of all things and creatures. It is natural for such a phenomenon to happen with such ability. I It's just annoying, and I feel that life is boring." Man Hua held the wine glass in one hand, and poured down another glass after speaking.

When he continued to pour himself wine, Qing Lan took his hand and said softly: "Don't drink, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Man Hua held Qing Lan's hand instead, looked at him, and asked, "Qing Lan, have you stopped playing the piano?"

Manhua remembers that before she was an adult, Qinglan was either holding a book in her hand or playing with the strings of the qin. In this courtyard, she could hum the most frequently heard tune, but it gradually became less and less, so she let it be. This feeling goes away.Time is really a terrible thing, it can take away too much, if you don't come back here, in this situation, probably this kind of memory will become farther and farther away, maybe it will disappear without a trace.

"It's been a long time since I played it, do you want to hear it?"

"Ah."

Qing Lan turned sideways and flicked her sleeves, and there was a light blue Yaoqin with a calm and beautiful shape.Qinglan got up and sat in front of the qin, raising her hand to caress the strings of the qin. At this moment, Man Hua saw that the tassel of jade that he brought back from the mortal world was tied to the side of the qin, and subconsciously asked, "Did you use it on the qin?" gone?"

"what?"

"Yu Sui."

Qinglan glanced at the jade ear beside the qin, and replied: "Well, I'm not good at weapons, so I probably can only use them on the qin."

"This jade ear probably never thought it would match Xianqin in this life." Man Hua teased.

"It probably never would have been woven by you." Qing Lan replied, and the two acquaintances smiled.

"The heart of ice and snow has always been in my eyes." Man Hua cast a pure gaze.

Qing Lan nodded, then turned her gaze back to the piano and began to vibrate the strings.

The exquisite and clear sound and the illusory color made Manhua fall into it and couldn't extricate himself. He relaxed physically and mentally, filled the wine glass, and drank while listening to the sound of the piano, unconsciously already in a state of drunken eyes.

Qing Lan pressed the strings for the last time, and when the song ended, he himself seemed to be overwhelmed with emotion. After a long time, he got up and walked in front of Man Hua. Seeing him propping his forehead with one hand and holding a wine glass in the other, he was obviously a little drunk , based on past experience, if you drink two more glasses, you should go out and make trouble.

Qinglan took out the wine glass in Manhua's hand, but he held it back, looked up at Qinglan, and said slowly: "I am uneasy. It was Fairy Yexing who brought me up from the mortal world, and she was the one who brought me up from the mortal world. Hand me over to you personally, now I see her like this, I feel very uncomfortable, and I think about what should I do if you are like this one day, when I think of this, I feel a heartache, I can’t breathe .”

"No." Qinglan just comforted him in such a soft voice.

"Really?" Man Hua lowered her head, pressed her cheek against the hand he was holding with Qing Lan, and asked in a muttered voice, obviously, she was already a little drunk.

Qinglan moved the wine glass and jug away, touched his silky black hair with one hand, and said softly: "If there is such a day, I will be willing."