win the tripod

The spring is full of spring, the willows are like smoke, the sun is shining like gold, and the flowers are in full bloom. There are dark red and light green everywhere. There are green trees and willows beside a shallow lake. The pink lotus has just opened small buds, and the flowers are dotted on it, which is really beautiful and pleasant.

Ruyu's fingers rested on the white marble railings. I don't know if the railings are whiter, or Beigong Juechen's fingers are whiter. It was noon at this time, and the pavilion lowered the scorching temperature by a few points. Can feel the coolness.

Beigong Juechen turned around and picked up the unfinished wine on the stone table, and half-lyed on the side of the vine tree, looking at the young man who was basking in the sun outside the courtyard, slightly curled his lips, and poured himself a cup of wine. After drinking a glass, he threw the jug and cup with his hands, and they landed firmly in the middle of the stone table without any difference. Beigong Juechen stood up and walked out slowly.

"How do you feel?" Beigong Juechen looked at the young boy's face flushed red and asked, Beigong Qiyi gritted her teeth, beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, blurring her vision, he faced the light Looking at Beigong Juechen, the man's handsome face was hidden in the light, he couldn't see clearly, he shook his head suppressing the discomfort.

Beigong Juechen raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and patted his sweat-soaked shoulder, and said with a half-smile: "It's almost done, pack up and go out with me." After finishing speaking, she left first, Beigong Qiyi looked at him Looking back, it took another half stick of incense to stand up straight.

Back at "Xianyiju", Beigong Qiyi took off her sweat-stained clothes and casually threw them on the ground, then walked *to the bathroom in the back room, scrubbed herself clean quickly, wrapped herself in a white towel and walked away out.

Beigong Qiyi didn't throw the bath towel on the ground like clothes, but handed him to the maid who was waiting on the side, and ordered them to wash the bath towel and dry it on the shelf in the bathroom. After the order, Beigong Qiyi put on a light yellow satin shirt with engraved silk mud gold and silver ruyi moiré pattern unhurriedly, and stepped on silver silk emerald emerald dragon singing boots. Her shiny black hair was not tied up with a crown, but with a A golden hair tie was tied high behind her head.

When Beigong Qiyi stepped into the "Xingyin Pavilion", Beigong Juechen was a little impatient to wait. He saw the young man approaching, he only took a look at him, and then walked out, Beigong Qiyi Following closely behind him, when he went out, he saw two men in black waiting outside the door leading two horses.

When Beigong Qiyi saw the two horses, she couldn't help but her eyes lit up. The two horses in front of her eyes, one was covered in snow-white without any variegation, and there was a mark in her left ear, like a magnolia flower, while the other One of them was completely black, shining faintly in the sunlight, and it turned out to be the famous horses of the Three Kingdoms period, "Bailong Colt" and "Jueying".

Beigong Juechen took the black horse from the guards, patted the horse's back lightly, then Yingying jumped onto the horse, and said to Beigong Qiyi: "Get on the horse, I will take you today. Get out." Beigong Qiyi rode on the white horse, he had never ridden a horse before, but he was not timid, he just pulled the rein and asked: "Where are you going?" Beigong Juechen smiled, a little bit Narrowly, "Go, have fun."

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"The moon stopped over a pine hall under the clouds, reflecting the fragrance of amber melting

Like a sigh but silent

Knowing that the long night brings sorrow,

Overwhelmed and overwhelmed, the box locks up the makeup of the past, even if there is a southern tree like a cover, it remains cool

As if the dream is not true

Peach blossoms into the bowl to add a few madness,

The red sleeves are stained with blood, and the gathering and dispersal are impermanent, and the plain hands write tears to read and go, so the swords are in pairs

Ukiyo-e scrolls don't understand Zhuo Qinglian and are not demons, and they are not ashamed of Man Ting Fang..."

There is a graceful figure looming behind the green gauze smoke cloud butterfly screen. The girl is wearing a peach-colored golden hundred butterfly dress wearing a flower cloud dress. Her long hair is neatly tied into a heart bun, and two dark gold carvings are inserted side by side at an angle. Louzan, the girl has a beautiful appearance and a clear voice, accompanied by the sound of the zither like flowing water, lingering in the entire "Yihua Pavilion".

In the pavilion, dried fruit snacks are placed on the large table carved with ebony and hundreds of patterns at the top, and a pot of freshly brewed tea is still filled with light white mist. His long hair is tied into a simple bun, with only a green jade hairpin inserted on it. The man's complexion is like fine white marble, pure white without any variegation. His fingers tapped on the table to beat the music.

At this moment, another young man walked in from outside the house. The young man was dressed in light yellow and had a good complexion. The red cinnabar mole on his forehead added to his beauty. The man heard the young man walk in and slowly opened his dark green eyes. "You have a lot of things to do." Beigong Qiyi glanced at the softly groaning woman in the room, and said with a smile, "I never thought that elder brother would bring me to such a place." Beigong Juechen snorted coldly, and said: " It's time for you to understand these things." Beigong Qiyi pinched a lock of long hair hanging down her forehead, and shut up.

The pavilion became quiet again, only the girl's melodious, low and crisp voice was heard.

"Luanzhu swayed the gold-plated spring house, lifted Xipa and secretly looked at the beautiful Junlang

How can a hero lose without being ashamed

And all the jade grains are filled with red tents,

He Huanghuang, the smoke and dust of the dead end, the beacon fire, the final chapter of the end of the world with swords and soldiers

Even if you risk your life to die, you will pay for the wrong love in your life, and it will be difficult to join the business even if you tie your hair..."

The man leaned back on the cushion, closed those dark green eyes again, Beigong Qiyi picked up the purple sand pot on the table, and held the dark brown pot handle with her pure white fingers, which made her pale skin even more beautiful. Almost transparent, he smelled the fragrance of tea, but his eyes gradually fell on the man beside him.

"Why do you always look at me?" The man closed his eyes and asked deeply. Beigong Qiyi didn't look back, but slowly looked the man up and down carefully before turning his head to look at the girl in the room. , He didn't answer Beigong Juechen's words, but closed his black eyes lightly like a man, as if he was intoxicated in the girl's song.

"Yesterday, like the sinking sand, the river has passed away, and now I am a barnyard official.

How much infatuation is practiced by the word "good fate", the butterfly loves flowers and tears and white jade frost

The red sleeves are stained with blood, and the gathering and dispersal are impermanent, and the plain hands write tears to read and go, so the swords are in pairs

Ukiyo-e scrolls don't understand Zhuo Qinglian and are not demons, and they are not ashamed of Man Ting Fang..."

The girl's singing gradually became quieter, and then slowly returned to calm. She stood up from behind the piano, and bowed to Beigong Juechen and Beigong Qiyi. The wide peach-colored sleeves were like peach blossoms scattered all over the ground. , Young Master."

Beigong Juechen opened his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Come here." Nishang followed Beigong Juechen's side and was about to kneel down, but Beigong Juechen waved his hand and said, "Go to the young master's side." " Nishang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately responded: "Yes." Beigong Qiyi glanced at the girl kneeling beside her, and said with a light smile, "That Qiyi would be disrespectful."

Beigong Juechen poured a glass of wine, raised his eyebrows and said, "If you like it, I will give it to you." Beigong Qiyi shook her head, "Qiyi is only ten years old now, I think sister Nishang seems to have She is fifteen or sixteen years old, and now she looks pretty, but if Qiyi grows up and can enjoy that kind of fun, sister Nishang will not be old, but she will not be the best." After saying these words, Nishang's expression suddenly changed The original soft smile froze at the corners of her lips.

Beigong Qiyi was right, she was not interested in Israel, and what she was most afraid of was the ruthlessness of time. She remembered that she had read a few books in her spare time, and the sentence she remembered most was: Husbands and Israelis serve people For those who are fading, they love to relax, and love to relax.

Beigong Juechen drank the wine, glanced lightly at Beigong Qiyi with his dark green eyes, and said with a sneer, "You are smart, anyway, when the clothes are still in season, since you are not blessed to enjoy them, then let me come Let's go." After saying that, he went straight into the inner room, Nishang bowed to Beigong Qiyi, and followed her in.

Beigong Qiyi was the only one left in the Outer Pavilion. He sat in the distance and slowly drank the tea, then stood up and walked to the place where Beigong Juechen had just sat, took a wine pot and poured a glass of wine to the north. In the cup that Gong Juechen used.

There was a low gasp and groan from the inner room.Moaning, Beigong Qiyi's thick and curly long eyelashes trembled a few times, and brought the wine glass to her lips.

The voice in the inner room became louder and louder, and Beigong Qiyi's crimson lips gently held the cup.

The man let out a low gasp that sounded like nothing, and Beigong Qiyi slightly shook the hand holding the wine glass, and some wine stains stained her lips. The young man closed his eyes, and slowly poured the wine into his mouth.

A woman's mournful singing came from outside the pavilion, "I can't ask for it, I can't give it up, I don't hesitate to get it..." Beigong Qiyi's hand was clenched suddenly.