Tiansheng 15 years

"The child is a good child, but he was spoiled by us." Daoist Deyou waved his hand to stop the dancers, and invited Bo Yan to drink tea in the garden.

Bo Yan said: "I heard that the daughter's tea in the hands of the real person is the best, and this subordinate will be bold today." The third son of Liang doesn't want to see him very much. In this case, he is not as good as an adult, so stay outside for a while.

Daughter's tea soup is emerald green like lake water, and has a faint fragrance of orchids. Take a sip, and the fragrance will remain on your lips and teeth.Although Bo Yan doesn't know much about the tea ceremony, he also knows that this tea is a rare good tea.

"The morning dew is not yet shining, and the morning sun is not yet present. Before and after the Grain Rain, it is honorable." Bo Yan turned the teacup, watching the emerald green tea rippling into flowers.

Daoist Deyou said: "If you like it, take it home and drink it." He loves flower art, loves arranging and planting flowers, and when he has free time, he either admires the dancers he raises or arranges flowers in the garden.

Now that the sunset is setting, he has cut the flower branches that will bloom at night and put them on the stone table in the garden. With scissors in one hand and flower branches in the other hand, he is putting his craft on the rattan bamboo basket.

It has bright yellow flowers that are fragrant and beautiful.The snow-white Chang'e flies to the moon, shaped like a full moon silver plate.The white residual flowers with branches and vines are twisted and twisted like mountains.Bo Yan watched Deyou's flowing movements, and sighed in his heart: This is the advantage of being a disciple. Not only is he strong but also versatile, unlike their unparalleled strength, but the others are just a little dabbled in.

"You will bring this trouble back to Master Shen Lin later, and just say that I thank you for your help last night." Daoist Deyou sat down, holding a flower waiting for the night in his hand, hanging in the bamboo basket hesitantly. In the sky, it took a while to feel that the flower in his hand was a bit redundant. He put down the flower branch and enjoyed his flower arrangement while drinking tea.

Bo Yan said: "The real Shen Lin will definitely like it very much." Lin Bengang is not only gentle in appearance, but also gentle in temperament. He is also very fond of flowers, plants and small animals.

Daoist Deyou smiled, and greeted Bo Yan, "Drink tea, drink tea."

"Really please."

They drank tea in the garden until night fell, and Bo Yan got up and left under the persuasion of Daoist Deyou.

Walking under the night light with a bamboo basket in hand, bathed in the fragrance of flowers and spring breeze, Bo Yan only felt extremely comfortable, a rare feeling of relaxation and comfort.In Songheyan, he is the guard of Prince Liang, and his every move represents his master.This is even more so on the outside, he not only represents his own son but also all the guards from Xiaoting Division along the Songhe River.He didn't dare to relax in every word and deed. After such a long time, even he would feel tired.

Yeyu speaks of starlight, and its brilliance is hidden in the world.The world says that love is incomprehensible, and love is embarrassing.It was a night market, and there were so many people, Bo Yan carefully protected the bamboo basket so that no one would squeeze into it.When he finally walked out of this crowded place, his back was covered with sweat. Before he could wipe the sweat off his face, he first checked whether the flowers on the bamboo basket were damaged. After he was unharmed, his hanging heart was relieved.

"Board guard."

Someone was greeting him, Bo Yan looked up, and Qianwei Jun and Lin Bengang walking in the crowd one after the other came into his eyes like a bright moon like a star.

"I met Mr. Qianwei and Master Shenlin. Good evening." Bo Yan quickly saluted and said hello.

Qianwei Jun nodded coldly, and set his eyes on the lanterns hanging on both sides of the street.Lin Bengang smiled warmly, and said, "You are also welcome, Guard Bo." He looked tenderly at the bamboo basket in Bo Yan's hand, and praised: "This flower is so beautiful."

Bo Yan said: "This is given to you by Daoist Deyou, thank you for your help yesterday."

Lin Bengang smiled and said: "Master Deyou is too polite." He raised his hand to touch Chang'e Flying to the Moon in the bamboo basket, and said apologetically, "Please take it back to Shuijiang Pavilion and give it to Adi." His eyes were soft Looking at Mr. Qianwei, he said, "I'm going to accompany you on a night tour now, but I can't bring you with me, so I'll trouble you."

"You're being polite."

Watching them leave, Bo Yan twirled the bamboo basket, and said to himself: I really hope that my son and I will do the same in the future, and the friendship between master and servant will not change with the passage of time.However, it's too early to say these things now, let's send this bamboo basket back first, it's not a problem to hold it all the time.

Going back to Shuijiang Pavilion, he handed the bamboo basket to Qianweijun’s maid, Adi, and went to the guest room to see Liang Feiqin’s guards. Seeing that they were sleeping one by one, they went around silently without waking them up. After turning around the guest room, he returned to the place where Luo Yang was recuperating.It was almost Haishi at this time, and there was silence in private. He nodded to the guards in the dark and walked into the banquet hall.

The green shadows are overlapping, the flowers in the vase are sleeping peacefully, and the fragrant tea smoke is curling up under the light. With the silent surroundings, Bo Yan feels like entering a strange secret place. You clearly know the crisis It's heavy but I can't find what's wrong.

Bo Yan looked around, but he didn't see anything wrong except the hot tea on the table. He grunted and walked in, when a sudden chill hit his neck, he looked down, Facing a pair of hollow and soundless golden vertical pupils.

"Ah Bai, where's your master, Sanqiu?" He raised his hand and took off the little white snake around his neck, wrapping it around his wrist as an ornament.

The little white snake hissed twice, and its small and delicate head twisted in one direction.

"Where is it?" Bo Yan touched the icy and cold body of the little white snake, and said, "What did she do again? It made you come to me." I remember that the last time Abai came to him was because Meng Sanqiu was smashing sulfur Stone, this time, it is possible that they are grinding the powder of sulfur stone.He smiled in his heart, took the little white snake on his wrist and walked towards where it pointed.Seeing him go, the little white snake hissed twice, its head and the tip of its tail drooped weakly, making a deadly look.

Bo Yan smiled and said, "Is it so bad?" He stroked the little white snake comfortingly.

It was really bad, even from afar he could smell the pungent herbal smell.He raised his hand and rubbed his nose, and said to himself: "What is she doing?" Meng Sanqiu really deserved her words.

Meng Sanqiu's character is Qiuqiu, which means flying and leaping.He has really learned how Meng Sanqiu can change from time to time, and he really doesn't want to learn it again.Maybe Meng Sanqiu sensed his gaze, stopped what he was doing, looked up at him, smiled as a greeting, and pointed to the little white snake on his wrist, then lowered his head and continued to work.

"Well, it seems that your master entrusted you, Abai, to me for the time being." Bo Yan stroked the small head of the little white snake that was secretly raised up, and smiled lightly.The little white snake obediently rubbed against Bao Yan's fingertips, hissed twice, then lay on his wrist, and closed his eyes comfortably.

"Let's go." He glanced at Meng Sanqiu who was buried in his head and didn't know what he was doing, smiled slightly, and walked away from here to the back.

In the lonely night, walking in the banquet hall where only two or three lamps were lit, I felt boundless loneliness invaded my whole body, making the tip of my tongue a little bitter, but to be honest, he was used to it.

Dark night makes people vulnerable, he sighed lightly, and after the little white snake looked over suspiciously, he smiled and showed a perfect smile.

The little white snake's small head swayed from side to side, moving restlessly.Suddenly, the little white snake stopped abruptly, languidly curled up on Bao Yan's wrist, and rubbed it in until it touched his sleeve before stopping in peace.

Abai's realization?Bo Yan smiled lightly and shook his head, then walked quickly to the small yard.Sure enough, as soon as he walked across the small bridge, he could easily see the figure sitting quietly on the steps outside the bedroom by looking at the lantern hanging on the porch.Sword eyebrows staring eyes, heroic, although his face and lips are a little pale because of the injury, but the coldness between the eyebrows and eyes is still as cold as ever.

Bo Yan walked over a few steps, listened in front of Luo Yang, and said worriedly: "Why did you come out, go back quickly."

Luo Yang said briefly: "It's okay." His eyes stayed on the green lilies in the courtyard, as if he was lost in thought and thinking about something.

Bo Yan sat down beside Luo Yang, turned around and looked at the bedroom with the doors and windows closed, and asked, "The third son agrees with you coming out?" With Liang Feiqin's temper, he probably wouldn't.

Luo Yang replied: "My lord has fallen asleep."

Bo Yan was silent for a while, but he still couldn't restrain his curiosity. Instead of asking directly, he started chatting.

"Today's night is really beautiful, the sky is full of stars, the Milky Way stretches, and the bright moon shines brightly, right?" He glanced at Luo Yang from the corner of his eye, and seeing that his face was as cold as ever, he inadvertently asked: "What are you thinking about?" ?”

Luo Yang ignored him, quietly watching the green lily in the courtyard.

Because of the night, the lilies are restrained and the branches and leaves hang down, which is not as beautiful as the branches and leaves blooming in the sun during the day.Bo Yan secretly cursed in his heart: What's so interesting about this?It's so awkward, it makes people feel unmotivated.Thinking of this, he moved his fingers, and when he was about to do something, Luo Yang spoke suddenly, and he uttered a shocking conjecture in a calm tone.

Because he was too shocked, the spiritual power gathered in Bo Yan's hand suddenly dissipated, fell to the surroundings, and dissipated into small spots of light like fireflies.Luo Yang turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly, seeing his blank face, couldn't help scolding him with disgusted eyes.

"This is just my conjecture, I can't be sure." He turned around, stood up on the steps, and said to Bo Yan, who came back to his senses but was obviously disturbed: "Guard Bo, it's getting late, let's go to rest."

"Oh, yes, your injury is not fully healed yet, go to sleep quickly, I'm not sleepy, I'll keep watch at night." He had to ponder Luo Yang's conjecture carefully, how could he feel that it was probably right?And the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, and the more he thought about it, the colder he felt.

"Not really, is it?" he murmured.From the restless expression of the eldest son before he left, to the virtual image in the sky he saw in the suburbs when he arrived in Shangyi City on the first day, combined with the increasingly thick monster aura in the city, he thinks that Luo Yang's speculation is very likely to be true. of.

"Do you want to withdraw?" But Mr. Qianwei would definitely not agree!