Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

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The poster in front of me is very exquisite, no flaws can be found from any angle, it makes people's eyes shine!

On the poster, Lin Zichu is dressed in a blood-stained tight white robe, imposing and graceful.

Holding a beautiful and weak woman in her arms, those eyes that looked like eyeliner were looking straight ahead, so deep and thick that it made people obsessed, full of wisdom and confidence that everything was under control.

There is a fierce aura that makes people stare at everyone, like a high-ranking emperor, enjoying the respect of everyone.

However, the corners of his mouth showed the haughty arc of a playboy, playing for fun instead of doing business.

Shuwen is dressed in neon clothes and feather clothes, and her beautiful body is wrapped in different layers of green gauze.

The bright red blood stained her feather shirt red, and it also stained Lin Zichu's white robe.

She closed her eyes lightly, her body leaned to one side like a sleeping fairy, and was peacefully and beautifully embraced by Lin Zichu, her jet-black hair fluttered in all directions.

Lin Zichu stood holding two-thirds of the whole painting with Shuwen in his arms, white robe and green gauze, heroes and beauties, with entangled strands of hair and belts flowing in the wind.

And the remaining one-third is a stunning man in red, with three thousand wavy hair tied casually by a red headband, a little tear in the corner of his eye is extremely evil, and his slightly raised thin lips are full of evil spirits.

However, there was no trace of clarity in those slender phoenix eyes, with an indifference that could not be ignored, a strand of hair was raised between the eyebrows...

The slender and beautiful fingers lightly held Shuwen's strands of hair, lazy and mysterious.

The young master Yiming is unpredictable.

On the whole, it seems to be a love-hate entanglement between the three, but it is even more surprising because I know that I have seen it in the post

This poster is ingeniously designed. Not only are the characters attractive, but even the corner of the poster is breathtaking.

It is a very vague shadow pattern, the smoke tower in the play, painted with ink, and the dark light floats up.

Beside the chaotic smoke tower, a man stood under the moon with his long clothes fluttering.

This makes people wonder, this figure does not look like a woman, who could it be?

Is it Lin Zichu?

Or son Yiming?

Or is it just a casual stroke of the artist?

This poster was different from the one that broke out on the Internet yesterday. That one was Lin Zichu and Shuwen admiring the moon on the beautiful lakeside. Although it was already beautiful, it was completely different from this one at this time.

And An Luo couldn't believe it, and looked at the man in red on the poster in shock.

That man looks exactly like him!

But it's not the current Anluo, but Qingluo from the previous life!

At the same time, An Luo was not the only one who was surprised.

Li She opened his mouth wide in shock, there is no way he could have read it wrong, isn't this man in red the immortal Changqing of Anluo!

Although there are two completely different temperaments from the immortal Changqing, one is cold and indifferent, and the other is evil and evil.

But that face, the thinness between the brows when the eyes are downcast, the indifference to see the state of the world clearly, no matter how you look at it, it's like an immortal!

In other words, they are all green!

Immediately afterwards, the poster slowly dissipated, and silence returned to the blindfold.

After calming down the excitement, everyone closed their eyes together...

"Di..."

There was a soft ringing in the silent earphones, and everyone took a tight breath.

The play-officially begins!

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On the official road, a group of people in fine clothes rode their horses and swung their whips, causing dust and dust everywhere, and the people were terrified.

The various voices, panic, and shouts added in the later stage form a rich and official scene in the listener's mind.

The sound of whipping the horse was even more noisy.

"Young Master Lin is so intrigued, haha!" A slovenly male voice sounded, accompanied by various noisy voices.

"I've heard that Lin Shaoye is famous for being suave and suave, but seeing him today, he really deserves his reputation!"

"That's right, I don't know how many girls secretly agreed, but the brothers are very greedy, haha."

"My youngest just arrived in the capital, have you heard of the place 'Yanlou Pavilion'?"

"Haha, that's a good place! You must know it too!"

The others also echoed, it was all gossip between friends, and the mere sound of trembling laughter made people think of the fat man shaking the paper fan in his hand boldly.

There was only a low laugh, and everyone stopped talking.

The horse kicked a few times on the spot, and the person on the horse closed the book fan, looking very heroic.

"Of course, it's a pity that I haven't been here when I first came here. Since everyone is here today, how about going together?"

He speaks with a slight smile, and the arrogance and incompetence unique to a dude are the same as others.

He looks like a dog, full of copper.

It's just that the slight sarcasm at the moment the words stopped gave him a bit of an uneasy taste.

The book fan opened quietly with a 'chug' sound, as if conveying some kind of message, which made everyone else stunned, then laughed and said hello, and went away with a whip.

Just like the sound of horseshoes when they came, there was a lot of noise.

Arouse the curl of dust, and the sound of proud horses is left.The common people all sighed, the rich children are dandies.

The group of people going away gradually disappeared on the road and walked towards a place not far away.

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The word fate, three lives will be fixed, love thread, entanglement for a lifetime.

On the bank of Qinglian Lake, it is the afterglow of the dying sun. Although it is slightly sentimental, it is also a beautiful picture of mountains and rivers. The only way is that the scenery is not intoxicating, but people are intoxicated.

In the later period, a mournful piano sound came faintly, and the woman in neon clothes and feather clothes sat alone on the mat and played, her face seemed to be powdered, and her lips seemed to be greased.

This kind of beauty has only been described in books.

She played with her eyes closed, and just when she reached the mellow place, she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and her jade fingers lightly plucked a string of the qin, the melody was lightly entwined, and bewitching blood dripped from her fingertips.

The woman looked at the person in surprise, her eyebrows slightly frowned.

The man slowly approached, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water, his voice sounded quietly: "I have seen the face of the stunning woman in the south of the Yangtze River many times described in the book, but I never thought that when I saw it with my own eyes, it would be... so beautiful. "

"Who are you?" The woman was slightly taken aback, her delicate voice was a bit taken aback: "The little girl is not from Jiangnan either."

"You don't know me?" The man asked back, looking rather surprised.

"I don't know..."

"Haha, yes, not all the oirans in Yanlou Pavilion will recognize visitors." He laughed nonchalantly, and gently flapped his book fan.

Yanlouge is not an ordinary brothel tavern, every woman who welcomes guests is a stately figure, and it is up to oneself whether to welcome guests or not.

When the woman heard it, she smiled charmingly, as if she couldn't help it.

She is not as shy and introverted as an ordinary woman, but she is generous and composed.

"That's why, the little girl is rude."

Her voice is gentle and delicate, and the strength of every sentence is very well controlled, with a taste of ancient culture.It sounds extremely comfortable, like warm and flowing water.

Lin Zichu took a few steps forward, saw the lake light emerge by the Qinglian Lake, and the clear waves rippled the lotus, and said loudly: "What a good place! I didn't expect that the famous Shuwen girl in the capital would also like such a beautiful scenery but full of beauty. A miserable place."

"This place is really beautiful, and the little girl loves it very much. She comes here to stay for a few days when she is free. Compared with the noisy and rich place, it is also a different taste."

"Ha, so Miss Shuwen is the owner of this place? I don't know if I will be lucky enough to come here with the girl in the future?" His smile gradually became stronger, he lost his usual idleness, and became a little more carefree.

"If the son is interested, Shuwen will not refuse."

"Then..." He chuckled, "It's a beautiful day and a beautiful woman. I wonder if the girl would like to accompany you to enjoy the beautiful scenery here?"

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Accompanied by the music of qin music, the development of the story gradually deepens, the relationship between Shuwen and Lin Zichu becomes better and better, poetry travels, and you travel to Qinglian Lake.

At the same time, Lin Zichu's uncommonness is gradually revealed. His father, who looked at him coldly, suddenly fell ill, and before he died, he started an incident.

——Someone wants to assassinate Lord Ling!

Order Lin Zichu to protect Lord Ling, because Lord Ling is his real father!

Lin Zichu, who knew the whole thing, didn't react too much, and finally covered his father Lin's mouth, causing him to suffocate and die.

Until his death, Father Lin was laughing without any struggle.

Lin Zichu, who didn't say a word afterwards, went to Qinglian Lake alone, looked at the blue waves, and laughed wildly.

That laughter implied all his emotional helplessness, sarcasm, ridiculous!

Then the plot progressed rapidly, step by step.

The music becomes violently dark and tense.

The story continues.

After meeting Shuwen once, he hasn't been to Qinglian Lake or seen Shuwen for a whole year.

He didn't go to Yanlou Pavilion until it was rumored that Prince Ling died suddenly.

And here, he met a mysterious man, known as the young master Yiming.Accompanied by the sweet voices of many girls, the music changed in the later stage, and the gentle body of the flute came, and the flute was like a February sky.

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Yanlou Pavilion is located in the north of the official road, it is the most crowded place every day, not for anything else, just because of the sacred place of fireworks, Yanlou Pavilion.

In the middle of the moon, the sound of chaos was heard from a distance.

In the Yanlou Pavilion, the building is already full of red sleeves.

The corner of the pavilion is no man's land at this time, forming a strong contrast with other places.

The sound of the flute is as gentle as a stream.

After stepping into the Yanlou Pavilion, Lin Zichu followed the sound of the flute.

After approaching, I saw a figure clearly on the eaves of the pavilion.

Su Yi long hair, casual posture.

The man in plain clothes is playing the flute music intently, and his slender figure looks very attractive on the moonlit night.

Lin Zichu paced a few times, and the man who was about to leave stopped playing the music, and looked at him from a distance, with a lazy and indifferent expression, but with an unstoppable aura.

Lin Zichu suddenly panicked, and became wary of the man he met in the pavilion for the first time, and even felt that it was extremely dangerous.

He weighed his breath, but still couldn't hide the impatience in his heart: "I strayed into this place, sorry to disturb you."

The man on the pavilion leaned against the eaves, glanced lightly at Lin Zichu, and lazily raised the corners of his mouth: "No problem."

Just two lines of dialogue, but it makes people lift their heartstrings and hold their breath.

Then, the plot changed.

Shuwen became indifferent to Lin Zichu, and no longer had the heart-to-heart friendship he had before.

The matter of Lord Ling involved many unknown secrets. Lin Zichu found out that Lord Ling had close contacts with a mysterious organization, but he had no way of dealing with this organization.

And at this time, he met the man in the pavilion again, and knew that he was the owner of Yanlou Pavilion, and he was known as Mr. Yiming.

After several conversations with Mr. Yiming, he deeply felt that this person was not simple, and when his relationship with Shuwen recovered, he proposed to redeem her body for her.

"Shuwen, have you thought about leaving Yanlou Pavilion? The world is so big, isn't there a place for you to linger?"

"I..." She said hesitantly, "Of course I think, it's just...it's just that everything today is given by the young master. Without the young master, I am nothing. I can't..."

"Young Master!!? You mean Young Master Yiming!!?"

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In the Yanlou Pavilion, the door of Mr. Yiming's room opened quietly, Shuwen closed the door respectfully and walked in front of the window. A man in plain clothes closed his eyes and fell asleep, but his lips were lightly raised.

This person is the young master Yiming.

Turning his eyes to look at her, Young Master Yiming yawned lazily, half-opened his eyes and said, "It's so late, there is still something to do."

The interrogative sentence was Cheng Shu's tone, his tone was flat and slightly worried, but it carried a coldness that could not be ignored.

There are not many lines in the whole drama of Mr. Yiming, but if it is performed well, it will make everyone unforgettable.

Everyone was surprised to find that every time Mr. Yiming spoke, he was very in tune with the classical late music, and it didn't mean that he grasped the right time and spoke with the right tone.

It's a kind of complete fit. When Mr. Yiming speaks, he always breathes in strange places, pauses, and the force with which he articulates his words is also very strange.

But that's what makes people startled.

The way he speaks has the feeling of ancient people speaking!

It's not intentional.

Because it is too natural, perfect.

People who have studied ancient studies found that the way the young master spoke seems to be... the ancients are learning modern culture!

The ending sound rose gently, as dangerous as a fox.In the later stage, he cleverly captured that moment. The second his voice dissipated, he suddenly let out a vibrato that plucked the strings, which made everyone who was already very nervous to listen even more angry.

They clenched their fists excitedly, who is Young Master Yiming! ! ?

who………

correct!It's Qingluo!It's Qingluo!

The son is Qingluo!