Hibiscus Moon

Bai Ning didn't know where to go wandering as early as a month ago, so Xia Yunfeng could only face Du Yu with a cold face every day while he was recovering from his injuries. It was a strange expression, as if something extraordinary had appeared on his face.

Later, Xiaorou and Ge Yuan came to learn more about the Fire Sect. Xia Chulin had already found it at the gate of the villa. She had been in a coma and did not know what happened when she woke up.

Xia Yunfeng didn't say anything after hearing this, and Ge Yuan left after explaining other things in the villa, leaving only Xiao Rou quietly by his side.

"Bright."

Xia Yunfeng suddenly opened his dark eyes from the silence.

Xiaorou in the green dress was startled suddenly, her face was still like spring water without waves, her soft and weak body moved slowly, walked up to Xia Yunfeng and knelt down, crossed her hands, and pressed her forehead to the ground, her voice was soft and gentle like a woman's. Nice to hear: "What is the owner's order?"

"Look up and let me see."

Xiao Rou raised her head to look at him, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a pair of misty almond eyes, always like a bay full of spring water, at a glance, ruthless also seems to be affectionate.

Xia Yunfeng looked at her face seriously, and after a long time, he looked away and asked in a deep voice, "Do you hate me?"

Xiao Rou lowered her head: "Ming Jian is willing to do things for the owner."

"I ruined you."

"My subordinates have no complaints or regrets." Xiao Rou bent down|, bowed her head and couldn't afford it.

"Get up, I have something to tell you."

Xiaorou got up slowly, with a delicate body and a slender waist, Chu Liu stood aside like a weak willow supporting the wind: "But according to the master's order."

Xia Yunfeng took a box and gave it to her: "You give it to Ah Yue."

"Yes."

In the evening, Xiaorou returned the box intact, and the light in Xia Yunfeng's eyes dimmed instantly: "He refused?"

"He's gone down."

"When did you go down the mountain?"

"A half month ago."

Xia Yunfeng thought for a moment, and couldn't help smiling bitterly. Bu Yue sent him to Jie Huo Sect and left. He was in such a hurry, and he didn't know what he wanted to escape. He looked up at the sky that was about to darken. An antidote for her heart, I'm afraid Ah Yue will have to suffer through the whole night again.

that monster...

You deserve it!

At this time, Buyue was lying in the crowd of women, drinking and teasing. He was half drunk, and only thin clothes were left in the winter. His half-exposed chest was white and firm, his smile was evil, his eyes were blurred, and he was caressing The prostitute playing the pipa beat the time up and down.

Nanpu beside him was dressed neatly in white, sitting upright, not refusing to drink one glass after another, and the woman next to him was stroking his back without caring, so the woman became bolder, but she didn't understand why the young man was so indifferent In this way, it seems that there are no emotions, emotions, joys, sorrows, and joys of ordinary people.

Even though he wasted his time in such a happy place every day, Nanpu was still full of freshness and curiosity about it. He tried hard to feel these beautiful and enchanting women, delicious food, wine and sex, but he didn't feel the fun.

He looked at Buyue who was lying on the tiger skin, she was so drunk, her beauty was a bit enchanting and evil, she was smiling, but she was not happy in her heart.

Who is really happy among these women who are smiling and flattering around them?

The pipa in the house is still playing gracefully, passing through the feast of wine and sex, you can still hear it clearly.

The woman sang: There is no solution to this feeling, it turns into spring flowers chasing water.

Then he sang again: Xuxu's youth is endlessly worrying, the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are always worrying about each other, and I hate Lang's heart.

The singing voice is graceful, mellow and moving, but with a touch of emptiness, I don't know if the singer is intentional or ruthless.

Buyue waved her hand suddenly, and said impatiently: "Stop, stop, these tunes are the same every day, so I can't change anything else."

The prostitute hugged the pipa and blessed her, and said softly: "I will change the song now."

So he sang again: The sound of the flute swallows, Qin E's dream breaks Qin Louyue...

After singing twice, Buyue stopped again: "I'm tired of listening, do you only know how to play these few songs?"

The prostitute said: "Young master, if you are tired of listening to it, wait for the slave to learn a new song and then invite you to come and enjoy it."

Buyue beckoned to her, and the prostitute came over, lowering her head slightly, as if a little panicked.

"what's your name?"

"Master Hui, my slave's name is Huanyue."

At first glance, Buyue also had a "moon" on it, so she smiled and said, "Good name." She reached out and snatched her pipa, and tuned it twice, "You don't need to change another day, I will teach you a piece today."

The slender fingers pluck the thin strings, and the water is clear, just like the rippling water of Biboli Lake, with the fragrance of flowers on both sides.

He sang: the water is faint and the clouds are light, the moon shadow is cold, and the music and songs are long.

With just these two sounds, the woman who was originally laughing and perfunctory changed her expression, looking at the pipa in his hand in amazement, and the handsome young man holding the pipa and singing in a low voice.

The water is dim and the clouds are light, the moon shadow is cold, and the music and songs are long.

The pipa song is full of water, the mist and rain are endless, the wine has faded, and the sword is leaning on the mighty light.

The ancient Jiangnan melody of hibiscus hurts, falling flowers in the cold river, and the thick ink and green are all forgotten.

I still miss the broken string, and the green hair grows away from others.

After a song, the room was silent.

Buyue said to Huanyue: "Can you learn it well?"

Huanyue had long since lost the previous panic, looked at him with amazement, and nodded repeatedly: "Young master plays well and sings well, I am taught."

Buyue's slightly drunken eyes smiled slightly, like red peonies blooming, and the imperial concubine was drunk, he proudly said: "Since you like it, I will play another song for you."

After speaking, he played another song, but changed the tune, low and sad, melancholy and hesitant.

The feather of the mayfly, the clothes are neat.The worries of the heart are here for me!

Wings of mayfly, picking clothes.The worries of the heart, let me return to rest!

The mayfly digs, and the sackcloth is like snow.Worry about the heart, let me talk about it!

"What about this song?" he said.

Only then did Huan Yue come back to her senses, with a sad expression on her face: "This song is better than the previous one, but... I don't know why the young master played it so sad and hesitant?"

Buyue's smile froze for a moment, and then faded like a tide, her face was still gorgeous and pale, this ordinary sentence was like a shocking thunder, which woke up his wine and his misty drunken eyes.

Huan Yue hurriedly saluted and apologized: "I said something wrong, please don't worry about it, young master."

Buyue returned the pipa to her and stood up slowly.

"You said nothing wrong, you said it very well."

However, he looked around, painted pink and gold inside the house, the rouge is fragrant, the wine is strong, the women are charming, and the night is singing, but he feels so boring.

He pushed open the door and walked out.

Suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he fell down against the wall unsteadily. He quickly took a pill from his arms and took it. He almost forgot that today is the fifteenth day. Gu Ji worked hard to find the antidote for him. Don't have to endure heart-biting pain.

However, he still felt a dull pain in his heart.

Didn't that penetrating into the bone marrow?

The long street is long, with few people, and the cheering lights behind him. The wind in the cold night is blowing more and more wildly. Nanpu followed Buyue with a lantern. The cold wind was bitter, but he liked it very much.

Suddenly he staggered, as if he had kicked something soft.

Nanpu strode up to take a light with the lantern, Buyue suddenly looked at her feet, and almost didn't cry out.