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Luzhu raised her head, her black eyes stared at the direction Zhao Rong was leaving, and she blinked, why did she run away, this fake idiot.

She pursed her lips slightly, sighed softly, then picked up the bowl of clear water on the table, ready to pack it up again.

However, when the hand holding the bowl passed over the ink-washing paper, it suddenly stopped.

The round-faced girl raised her bushy eyebrows towards the middle, looked at the poem under the bowl that couldn't be changed no matter what, and muttered something in her mouth.

Then, the green pearl moved.

The bowl she picked up was put down again, and she dipped some clean water on a certain word on the paper, washing away the word "sui" that was bothering her sense of language.

At the main table where no one has noticed for the time being.

Lu Zhu rolled up her sleeves, picked up a pen and dipped in ink.

Seeing this scene, the companion who was about to collect things at the side asked in surprise, "Lu Zhu, what are you doing?"

Luzhu snorted, shook her head and joked, "Write the first entry."

Immediately, put pen to paper.

There is one more word on the paper.

There are more heads in the world.

Nuanxi Yaji, on the main table in the center, suddenly, a table of flowers bloomed.

The moonlight from nowhere casts on the flowers, painting shadows all over the table, the shadows move with the flowers, just like flowers playing shadows!

This sudden vision immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

People quickly gathered towards the main table, and the crowd was tight.

Du Yifu, who had come to Liu Kongyi's side to comfort him softly, turned his head slowly.

He looked at the flower shadows on the table, and after two or three seconds of doubts, he suddenly became dazed.

And Liu Kongyi, who wanted to say goodbye and leave the Yaji in advance, her eyes widened instantly, and the next second, she ran to the table. She supported the table with both hands, and leaned forward suddenly to look, with an inconceivable look in her eyes.

There are many people like her. They gathered around the main table, surrounded by this poem that suddenly fell into a state of selflessness. Their eyes subconsciously searched for something. Standing on the little girl with a round face.

At this moment, Luzhu didn't pay attention to the changes around her, she stared blankly at the poem on the paper which she only added one word into.

The round-faced little girl read in shock:

"Water tone several times, hold the wine and listen, wake up in the afternoon and wake up worried. When will I send you back to the spring? Lin Xiaojing, hurting the scene, the past is empty in the later period... the sand and the bird pond are dark, the clouds break through the moon and the flowers come. Playing shadows...clouds break through the moon, flowers play shadows...heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind is uncertain, people are calm at first, and the sun will be red tomorrow...the path should be full."

Liu Kongyi, Du Yifu and others stared at the vision on the table in silence.

A world emerges on the paper.

The night is shrouded, the night sky is full of clouds, the small garden is dark, there is a Yiren going alone, wandering in the flowers, and he will not go, how to enjoy it in this night without moon and flowers, Yiren is hesitant, just at this moment, an unexpected scene happens, the wind blows , The thick clouds were blown away in an instant, the moonlight leaked out, and the flowers were already dancing with the wind, and now they were dancing under the moonlight.

The scene in front of her made Liu Kongyi's heart tremble. At that time, she was melancholy and depressed all day. After waking up, she wanted to find the lost spring scenery, but everything was swallowed up by the night, and there was darkness.

When Liu Kongyi was disappointed and wanted to leave, he saw the spring that was about to pass away, so he came up with this song "Heavenly Fairy".

Liu Kongyi stared intently at the only changed character "Nong" on the paper, it was this word, which lit up the line "Clouds break through the moon and flowers make shadows", and at the same time completely sublimated the whole poem, and also It clearly understood her tactful woman's mood at that time.

Liu Kongyi repeated it a few times in his mouth, the more he read it, the brighter his eyes became.

Li Jinshu, who had arrived earlier, sighed and said with emotion: "'Hua Nong Ying' means the wind blows the flowers and trees, and the wind is implied, and the flowers and shadows are vivid and charming. This is just writing the word 'Nong' and the realm is beyond the reach."

One word makes the whole poem bloom out of selflessness.

After hearing this, everyone quickly looked at Lu Zhu with surprise.

Lu Zhu came back to her senses slowly, and suddenly noticed a series of strange eyes shot at her, she shook her body, raised her hands and waved vigorously.

"It's not me, it's not me. This word was said to me by Mr. Zhao who just left."

For a moment, the air seemed to be frozen and heavy.

Du Yifu's expression paled instantly.

Liu Kongyi pursed her lips, staring at the word "Nong" that Zhao Rong had corrected, for a while, she muttered to herself.

"Absolutely."

Chapter 198

Zhao Rong led Qing Jun through a bamboo forest and into the deep forest without stopping.

The two had nothing to say, one in front of the other.

Wherever he was going, she followed.

Zhao Rong led Qingjun to the top of the mountain, and then down the bamboo mountain.

They crossed Nuanxi, climbed up Daiyan, and passed through the empty valley. Fragments of sunlight leaked through the gaps in the forest leaves. The two walked on a winding path and stepped on moss-covered stone slabs.

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling searched for the depths of Nuanxi Bamboo Garden.

At a certain moment, the two met a cliff on their way, and a stream fell, forming a multi-level white waterfall on the cascading cliff fault, which looked like a pure white ribbon in the sun.

The water splashes under the whirling sunlight, shining clear and shining, playing a natural vocal music.

The water mist fills the banks of the stream, warm as a hot spring, hazy and dreamy, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly tugged at Zhao Rong's hand.

The two stopped, and the latter turned back.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly broke away from Zhao Rong's hand. With her head lowered, she lightly lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, and trotted without saying a word to a certain tree by the stream.

Zhao Rong was curious, and soon saw Qing Jun raising her hand, tiptoeing, holding her skirt in one hand, and raising the other hand high, and after a while, she came back with a bunch of small green fruits.

Zhao Rong glanced at it, and was suddenly in a trance. The mist spread by the warm stream, and the four seasons were like spring. The green plums that Qingjun picked were ripe green plums.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked up at Zhao Rong, then went to the stream with green plums in both hands, put the plums into the clear stream, washed them with her bare hands, with a focused expression.

Holding the white jade in his hand, Zhao Rong came to her side and squatted down with Qingjing. He leaned his head over and stared at Qingjun's side face without blinking.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip lightly, squatting sideways, avoiding Zhao Rong's "obnoxious" gaze, continued to roll up her sleeves, washing green plums, and acted seriously.

Zhao Rong squatted, took two small steps forward with his hands hugging his knees, and came to her side again, leaning against the side of the lady, and his body gently squeezed her.

Like a little milk dog begging for help.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyelashes trembled. Although she didn't turn her head to look at Zhao Rong, she didn't dodge either.

She tilted her body slightly and leaned against him.

Zhao Rong smiled happily, and continued to stare intently at Concubine Zhao Ling's profile, feeling that she couldn't get enough of her seriousness.

He raised his hand suddenly, lifted a strand of naughty black hair from the lady's smooth forehead, and brushed it behind her ear.

However, in the process of teasing Zhao Rong's hair, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, his fingertips lightly touched Concubine Zhao Ling's face.

Soft and warm to the touch.

Qing Jun's face seemed to be a little hot, Zhao Rong's heart moved, after helping her brush her hair, he immediately continued to reach out to reach Concubine Zhao Ling's cheek.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was washing plums, shrank her body slightly after being touched by Zhao Rong on the cheek. She tilted her head half-cocked like a kitten alertly, squinted and squinted at Zhao Rong, and looked under her eyelids. clap your big hands.

stopped his mischief.

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand resentfully.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her chin lightly, and Qiongbi snorted softly, but there was still a little blush on her cheeks, it was the rouge on the mistaken touch of his fingertip just now, which had not completely faded away.

Zhao Rong only felt that the appearance of the lady at this time was really lovely.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was a little proud at first, saw her husband staring at her stupidly after being beaten, she was stunned for a moment, and in the next second, she hurriedly turned her head, not daring to look at this enemy again, Concubine Zhao Ling bowed her head Staring straight at the green plum that was washed by the spring water in the palm of my hand, my heart seemed to be smeared with honey.

She blinked, pinched the smallest green plum in her hand, put it between her red lips and white teeth, and took a bite.

Very sweet, sweet to the heart, no matter how much you eat, you will never get tired of it.

Immediately, Concubine Zhao Ling held dozens of green plums in both hands, held them in front of Zhao Rong, and moved her hands towards him.

Zhao Rong stared at the woman with the skirt in front of her. She was half-raising her head, a strand of black hair was pulled behind her ear, and her white and clean face was full of anticipation. The water that was scooped up by hastily taking greengage out of the stream was dripping from the gap between the onion fingers, and landed on the breast-length skirt that she only wore once.

Concubine Zhao Ling ignored her wet skirt, Zhao Rong was reflected in her eyes, with an expectant expression.

Zhao Rong frowned, and stretched out his hand under Qing Jun's hand, catching the water dripping between her fingers with both hands.

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her hands, and all the green plums fell on his hand that received the water. She tilted her head and stared at him eagerly.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong pursed his lips, moved his hands back above the hem of his clothes, picked up a plum, but didn't eat it right away.

He looked at his wife.

This is the once unique tacit understanding between the two, and now it has been picked up again.

Yao remembers that when they were young, they liked to go to the back mountain to play around. Qingjun loved to eat lotus seeds, but she didn't dare to pick them. She was pricked by a small thorn on the handle of the lotus flower, and it hurt for three days. Therefore, every time Qingjun was greedy, he would eagerly pull Zhao Rong's hand and drag him to pick it up. She propped her chin and squatted on the bank of the lotus pond to wait.

And Zhao Rong loves to eat green plums. During the romantic time of childhood sweethearts, the two of them often rode bamboo horses together and ran to the back mountain to pick plums. Just like now, Qingjun helped him pick and wash plums every time. Plums, give him a taste.

Zhao Rong lowered his head, staring intently at the green plum in his hand and the "green plum" in front of him, all of this was the same as usual countless times.

He suddenly said, "Qingjun."

"Ok?"

Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and let out a soft nasal sound.

"Just now in Yaji, it doesn't have to be like this..." Zhao Rong paused for a moment, then raised his head with a smile, his eyebrows were beaming, and his tone was half joking and half serious, and said: "Can you still trust me, Brother Rong? Let that poem be published." It’s just a matter of saying a word when entering the country.”

Concubine Zhao Ling was a little dazed, looked at his smiling face, and immediately burst into a gorgeous smile, "I believe it, I have always believed it."

Her voice grew louder and her tone was serious.

At the end of the sentence, Concubine Zhao Ling saw Zhao Rong's puzzled look, she shook her head, "It's just that I still don't want you to change the words, and care about their opinions..."

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and stared at the green plum in his hand, smiling softly.

"I care about this time, I care about it next time, and I care about it every time. Is it for the two of us to live, or to live for them?"

Zhao Rong was silent, and after a while, he nodded.

Subsequently.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her hand and pushed Zhao Rong's hand holding the plum again.

Zhao Rong smiled and bit the green plum in his hand, but after tasting it, he frowned slightly.

"what happened?"

Concubine Zhao Ling also frowned.

Zhao Rong glanced at her, handed over a whole plum, and put it next to her mouth.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't even think about it, her pink lips touched the blue plum, she took a bite, and said inarticulately, "Mmm, sweet... Mmm."

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand from Bimei, took a bite, and nodded, "Well, this one is really sweet."

After all, before Concubine Zhao Ling could react, he gnawed all the flesh of the "sweet plum" she had bitten off, threw even the pit into his mouth, smashed it, and then spit it out.

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

Zhao Rong blinked.

Concubine Zhao Ling's beautiful eyes widened.

Chapter 199 My Feet Are Unattractive

"Okay, don't be angry."

Zhao Rong turned his back to Qing Jun and said softly.

Concubine Zhao Ling remained motionless, staring at the stream falling from the cliff with a pretty face, not wanting to turn her head to look at Brother Rong who was getting worse and worse.

In fact, she was ashamed and wanted to run away directly, the same as the previous few times, but, after bringing him back at the Gathering, she whispered to Brother Rong that she would not play petty temper casually.

So he couldn't bear to leave him and run away.

But Concubine Zhao Ling's face became hot when she thought that Zhao Rong had eaten the green plum she had bitten just now, and it was full of saliva... You, don't you hate it?

Looking at Qing Jun's back, Zhao Rong was a little troubled, he sighed.

"Oh, Qingjun, I didn't think carefully and didn't consider your feelings. I was wrong and too selfish...Here, this is for you. I took a bite of it and gave it to you to eat. We are even. "