The girl squatting behind the bluestone platform moved her eyes slightly and said loudly: "Brother, throw your clothes over here and I will help you wash them."
After a while, the city lord's robes with complicated cloud patterns and a white shirt were thrown over from a distance.
The girl weighed it, picked up her clothes, and ran downstream of the lake out of sight.
The water in the lake is cold, and during the spring equinox, it is bitingly cold.
Bailian's body temperature was extremely low, so he was not afraid of the coldness of the lake. He stepped into the lake step by step, and the water rippled around his knees. The bottom of the lake in the shallow water was not filled with mud and water plants, but had smooth and clean surfaces. Pebbles.
It is very comfortable to step on it with bare feet.
It's just that Balian didn't want to enjoy it, because sitting in the pool, with his eyes closed, he could feel the cool and cold breath not far behind him.
And as she walked into the lake, the ripples of water flowed around her like a cold and gently, hooking into the skin of his waist, as if telling him all the time that there was an invisible person here. The girl was not far away from him.
The soft and delicate fragrance is like night-blooming night flowers, blooming coolly and lingering.
Bailian felt uneasy and nervous. He had never been so wary of the breath coming from the woman's body as he was now. He stayed as far away from her as possible and avoided her in the opposite direction bit by bit.
It wasn't until the dead vines between his wrists tightened and the distance was stretched to the extreme that Balian slowly sank into the lake.
Su Jing's side was extremely quiet. Except for a slight movement when he first entered the water, there was no sound at this moment.
Bailian didn't dare to move too much, for fear of disturbing the other party.
I just hope that this stick of incense will pass away soon.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew up at night, and waves of pine trees rumbled endlessly in the sky wind, carrying the fragrance of flowers, leaves and green grass.
Scattered green bamboo leaves, carrying the coolness of the night, drifted down, like sparse cool raindrops falling into the lake.
A few cool bamboo leaves were soaked in Bailian's slightly damp chest. He was about to raise his hand to pick them off. At this time, the sound of water not far away was clear and loud, like a woman's jade arms gently leaving the water and picking them off the lake. A slender bamboo leaf floating.
I can hear the distant and low sound of the leaf flute, rising misty in the cold night, like a bluebird flying through the cold mountains, and suddenly seeing the vastness of the lake in the distance.
Balian was stunned for a long time before he realized that the flute player was Su Jing.
As expected, Young Sect Leader Su, who was as cold as ice, could still be so leisurely in such a fatal and embarrassing situation.
How could he be like Bailian, who wished he could hide himself in the bottom of the lake, not daring to make any sound.
However, the sound of this flute... inexplicably gives people a kind and pleasant feeling, and even makes people subconsciously ignore the alienation of the flute player.
The song ended and the flute sound dispersed.
Bailian, who was listening to the whole piece quietly, said that although the sound of the flute could not be played specifically for him, perhaps Su Jing suddenly became in high spirits and enjoyed himself, but as a listener, he listened silently to this extremely pleasant flute piece. If you shout and don't respond at all, that's disrespectful.
He praised in a low voice: "It sounds really good."
He thought he wouldn't get any response in this situation, but suddenly he heard a very soft voice coming from the other side: "Well..."
Balian asked softly: "Does this little song have a name?"
Su Jing was silent for a moment, then whispered: "No name, he never told me this."
Balian keenly captured the word "him".
A nameless, surnamed "him" without a prefix.
Balian more or less guessed that this "he" might be the person who she and Miss Yin had fought to the death with two hundred years ago, and they were incompatible with each other.
He was originally a person who could suppress his curiosity, and he was not that interested in the romance between these famous geniuses.
Maybe it's because the flute music sounds so good tonight, or maybe it's because Su Jing brought this up without any hesitation.
Balian followed her words and continued to ask: "Is he... Miss Su Jing your crush?"
Su Jing, who was in the lake on the other side, raised her eyebrows slightly. She leaned lazily on the stone wall and said calmly: "She is also Yin Baishuang's favorite."
He admitted it in disguise and was extremely calm about the fact that the two of them were fighting.
Bailian said that the two hundred years of irresolvable enmity between the two of you has been recognized by the world as the biggest conflict between Taixuan Sect and Cangwu Palace. It turns out that you can talk about it so easily and calmly while taking a bath. Of?
He was quite speechless and continued: "I once heard Jin Sheng talk about the grudge between you and Miss Yin, Miss Su Jing. Miss Su Jing had a marriage contract with someone when she was young, but she has not seen this person yet. He first fell in love with Miss Yin."
Su Jing's eyes were covered with a piece of clothing, and he couldn't tell the emotion in those night-like eyes, and his smoky eyebrows slowly sank.
Balian heard her silence and added hurriedly: "Of course, there are many cases of three people becoming tigers in the world, and the stories passed down by word of mouth are often false. The stories spread among the people may..."
"It's not false." Su Jing suddenly interrupted, her tone was very light: "These are all true."
Bailian knew that such a bloody thing had really happened to the third son of Tiandao, but he felt very strange. He hesitated and asked: "I heard... Miss Su Jing, your fiancée is from China." Prince You?"
Su Jingdai's dark eyebrows frowned slightly, but she didn't refute.
Bailian thought for a moment and recalled Yingxiu's attitude towards her in the ghost mountain. No wonder there was a hint of perverseness and cruelty.
It was not difficult for him to see that Su Jing was actually a paranoid and tough person at heart. She had the advantage of the marriage contract back then, and she was committed to Prince Zhongyou, but it happened that the Crown Prince was unclear about the one from Cangwu Palace. It caused His Highness the Crown Prince to suffer a lot.
However, the strange thing is that since Yingxiu didn't like Su Jing and only loved Yin Baishuang, why did they not get together in the end even though they were in love.
What makes people want to laugh even more is that if he really hated Su Jing, why would he show such a subtle expression when he saw Su Jing coming together with him.
If Yingxiu didn't have any thoughts about Su Jing, Bai Lian wouldn't believe it.
Seeing Su Jing fall into silence, Balian couldn't help but sympathize with her.
After all, although Su Jing seems ruthless and cold, he is actually a very good person by nature.
He couldn't help but comforted her softly: "Miss Su Jing actually doesn't need to be sad. I looked at that Yingxiu and guessed that his treatment of girls is quite different from that of ordinary people."
Listening to his serious words of comfort, Su Jing's lips curled up, her voice as cold as broken jade was filled with a hint of softness, but her expression was subtle: "You mean, win. Does he like me?"
Balian was speechless again, thinking to himself, girl, you are really straightforward.
He didn't know how to respond, but he heard Su Jing's voice: "What should I do? Now... I really hate this person."
