Don't fall in love in the Shura field

The guests moved to the wider courtyard.

The night was cloudless, the moon was hazy, and the breeze shook the branches gently.

The servants have already prepared everything in advance, just waiting for the guests to take their seats.Someone whispered, and the maid lit the incense, and the fragrance was mixed with the fragrance of flowers and bamboo blown by the wind, and the flowing water ding-dong, flowing unhurriedly, hit the bamboo pipe.

In such an elegant environment, everything will be added with a kind of elegant beauty.

Yuan Boya is still chatting with his little cousin.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys are always so energetic and noisy.

"Is that Yue Ji really that good-looking? I don't know what she's going to perform and how good she is. If it's a flute, maybe we will have a common language?"

Originally, the silver-haired aristocratic boy didn't bother to talk to him, until here, Minamoto Raimitsu finally raised his eyelids and took a look at him.

Some disgusted.

"Brother, you are so annoying."

He said.

Yuan Boya: "..."

Yuan Boya gritted his teeth, "Hey, it's too hurtful to say that!"

Minamoto continued to smirk.

Yuan Boya thought that his cousin's smile was absolutely perfect, and he didn't know who it was with. He smiled politely and gently, but it gave people a sense of obvious hypocrisy and need to be beaten, which made people speechless.

"what……"

"Is this the one?"

The voice became noisy unknowingly. Although the two were distinguished, they were young after all, and there were so many dignitaries present. The seats of the two teenagers were not considered to be in the front. The two were still talking, Yuan Boya Still wanting to say something, Minamoto Raikou turned his head.

Minamoto Boya followed Minamoto Larimitsu's gaze.

He then froze.

"hiss--"

A young nobleman couldn't help but gasp because of his astonishment.

Twelve single meandering.

The long hair is like a waterfall like a cloud.

The delicate and beautiful girl's face is still a bit immature, but the facial features are already a bit bright and beautiful in the future.She came from a distance, stepping on the night step by step, the cherry blossoms were scattered on the skirt, fresh and soft like the new stamens on the branches in March, with bright and dazzling light.

Yuan Boya has seen countless beauties, but what he has to admit is that if the little girl in front of her was a little older, she would definitely be regarded as a beautiful woman.

"Father, mother."

She first bowed to Mr. and Mrs. Fujiwara, and then to the rest of the guests.

"Everyone, good night."

Yuan Boya couldn't help leaning forward, wanting to hear her voice more carefully.

I have to say that Xiao Jijun's timbre is extremely pleasant, and Yuan Boya, who is extremely sensitive to timbre, was immediately attracted.When she spoke, her tone was a little soft, and her voice was so clear, like soft sugar silk, and as moving as moonlight pouring on a clear spring.

Mr. Fujiwara laughed out loud. Seeing the astonishment on the faces of the guests, he looked at Eri again, with an undisguised pampering and indulgence on his face.

The moon of the Fujiwara family, the treasure of the Fujiwara family.

Because he was young, sick and weak, he had to live in the shrine and was not allowed to come out to contact outsiders.

But how dazzling his daughter was—

Like the moon falling on the mortal world, no one can ignore her light.

Previously, Mr. Fujiwara praised his daughter with "My family's bright moon" in one mouthful. Even if the other party doesn't live in Heian-kyo, he would madly give the other party a sense of presence. The cutest", somewhat disapproving in my heart, but.

The essence of human beings is really fragrant.

Now, after seeing the demeanor of little Ji Jun, the really fragrant guests are looking forward to it even more. Ji Jun, who is beautiful and noble, is easy to be welcomed by others. If Ji Jun has some talents and is good at elegance, it will be even more heart-wrenching.

Mr. Fujiwara nodded to the servants, and soon the servants put the things up.

After Minamoto Raimitsu saw it clearly, he froze for a moment.

It's the pipa.

Xiao Jijun sat on the mat, with slender fingers, long hair like clouds, holding a pipa in her arms, her eyes closed sideways, her long eyelashes drooping in a reserved and demure manner, and she looked like two different people from the coquettish and lazy girl in her memory. It's a bit more strange,

"Are you going to start?"

"I'm looking forward to it, I don't know what kind of fairy music it will be."

Other people's whispers reached the eardrums, Yuan Laiguang pursed his lips as he listened.

And that little Ji-kun didn't know what was going on in his mind at all, and even Yuan Boya who was sitting next to Minamoto Raimiko was attracted.

She plucked the strings on the rotating shaft, and the sound was clearer and brighter, and it was a rare and good instrument.

Guests know this is the beginning.

At the beginning, the sound of the music was broken and broken, like pearls rolling down on the jade plate one by one, and gradually, the sound of falling beads became one piece, like a clear spring flowing out of the forest.

There is a collection of Bai Gong's poems: "After a thousand calls, you come out, still holding the pipa and half covering your face." When Yuan Laiguang was studying the phonology of Tang characters, he had read Le Tiangong's "Bai's Anthology". "Preface" has beautiful words, elegant artistic conception, and deep affection. Although Yuan Laiguang recognizes the literary talent of this master, when he feels a little admiration for such a beautiful description, he is also suspicious of the description of Pipa Girl.

Is there really Ji Jun Shisan who can learn music and achieve great success, and his every move is touching, "Wuling is young and quarrels with each other, and I don't know how many red shoots there are"?

Is there really music that can be as clear as jade beads falling randomly on a jade plate, as clear as Ying's language, and when it is passionate, it can be as loud as a silver bottle suddenly broken, and a knife and gun are screaming?

In the past, although I had a little emotion after studying in the past, I didn't take it to heart. It was like the wind gently blowing across the lake, and the water surface was slightly turbulent, but it quickly returned to the original calm.

Just like when we first met, he was dazed for a while because of that little Ji Jun, and then he didn't care anymore.

However, at this time, Yuan Laiguang finally knew that Bai Gong's description was correct.

Ji Jun, who was caught in his gaze, had a beautiful complexion and a moonlike demeanor.

The melodious and moving music sounds like the breeze and pine waves. Although the tune is not well-known, the melody is beautiful.Light, clear, like a carefree bird flying in the mountains in the morning, smelling the fragrance of the trees, the disturbance during the stop makes the dewdrops fall from the leaves, it sees the flowers shyly closing their petals, not yet blooming, I saw the sun slowly dispelling the morning fog that filled the forest.

fresh.

Beautiful.

moving.

Everyone was immersed in the music, but Minamoto Raimitsu couldn't help but look at Eri.

As if aware of his gaze, Xiao Jijun suddenly raised her eyes, Minamoto Laiguang caught off guard and met those beautiful eyes.

She smiled slightly.

A very light and soft smile, quickly retracted, and Xiao Jijun continued to play the music.But that smile is really impossible to ignore, the eyebrows are slightly curved, the corners of the lips are slightly raised, and the quiet alienation that is unique to the aristocratic temperament is like melting ice and snow under the sun, and the smile breaks through the ice, like a cherry blossom in March Full.

At this extremely tiny moment, Minamoto Raimitsu finally regained some familiarity from his childhood.

At some point, the leaning forward body finally relaxed a little.

Minamoto Raimiko sat back lazily, his red eyes quietly looked at the little moon of the Fujiwara family.

There was some coincidence when Abe Seimei and Ashiya Michimitsu arrived.

Eili left happily before, and the atmosphere of the two people left behind was a bit delicate.

To be precise, Abe Seimei just felt a little troublesome, and it was Ashiya Michimitsu who really didn't hide the slightest bit.

This arrogant genius looked up and down Abe Seimei in front of him. Even if he didn't speak, Abe Seimei felt the "I really want to make trouble, and I'm going to make trouble soon!" " breath.

Abe Seimei had a headache.

The young onmyoji sighed imperceptibly.

What a hassle, he thought.

Obviously he just sneaked out to hide, but in the end, Ji Jun fell from the sky, flying like chickens and dogs.

After tossing around with her for a while, I thought there was nothing wrong, but a monster and an onmyoji smashed down again.

It can barely be said that it is a kind of pleasure to accompany Xiao Jijun to toss around randomly, and staying with an onmyoji of the same gender who obviously (don’t know why) sees me unhappy...

Abe Seimei: I choose to go back to socialize :)

Ashiya Michimi looked at him, and suddenly chuckled.His facial features are already gorgeous, and when he smiles, his temperament is dangerous and sharp. Although his voice is smiling, it makes people vigilant inexplicably: "Why be so nervous, after all, we are colleagues."

Abe Seimei smiled, believe me or not.

Just as the atmosphere between the two of them became more and more solidified, a voice broke the weirdness.

"Abe-kun! Are you there?"

He is a colleague who has a good relationship with Abe Seimei.

"Kuragi-kun?"

Hearing Seimei's voice, he ran over panting, stunned for a moment, glanced at Abe Seimei, then at Ashiya Michimitsu who was wearing a safari suit but had a smile on his face, as if he didn't expect that the two would meet here.

"It's been a long time since the banquet began." The boy scratched his head and reminded, "Let's go back quickly."

So they went back together.

However, it is such a coincidence.

When they arrived, they happened to see Huili holding the pipa in his arms, concentrating his eyes on the strings.

The little Ji Jun, who was full of vigor, cunning and lively before, now has a demure and elegant posture, with a moonlike grace, bathing in the hazy moonlight with her pipa in her arms.

Maybe it's because the contrast is so great that people can't help but lose their minds.

Then, they heard an incomparably beautiful music.

The god with white hair and red eyes was sitting in the temple. In front of him was a mirror of water.

Above the water mirror, it seems that Ji Jun is playing the pipa.

Shenming closed his eyes slightly, his expression was relaxed, his slender fingers lit the rattle on his lap with the music, and there was a slight gentle smile on his fair face.

After a while, he opened his eyes.

The face of the gods is unique, exquisite and picturesque, and extremely magnificent.

This young god has a gentle temperament, and his red eyes are as clear as water, like the warm wind in spring and the waves of wheat in autumn, which makes people unable to resist.

Looking at the dazzling Ji Jun on the water mirror, Shenming smiled lightly and sighed.

With some pampering and pampering.

"Hui Li."

his followers.

his……

Little Ji Jun.