Liang Lusheng blinked slyly, seeing the passion and longing in the young man's eyes, and couldn't help but said: "What? Want to go?"
Qin Xian was a little embarrassed and at a loss as her thoughts were revealed. She lowered her eyes and looked at the ground. After a while, she raised her head and changed the subject, "Let's talk about why sir is so dangerous."
Liang Lusheng smiled and said: "If you are embarrassed, if you want to go, just go! I will take you with me."
Qin Xian raised the corners of her mouth and nodded heavily.
"Just do whatever you want, coy and coy, what does it look like?" Liang Lusheng freed up a hand like an elder, nodded his forehead in feigned anger, and then answered Qin Xian's question: "Although Mr. Da is He is called one of the "Paper Three Pavilion Elders", but it is undeniable that he is the strongest person in the Confucian sect in the world. Even Mr. Second is no match. If he takes action against Mr., it will be more serious than bad. Besides, I vaguely feel that, Things are not that simple. The name of Mr. has never been removed so casually. This is the first time in history. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that something is too deliberately targeted. For Mr. Da to set such a precedent, it means that either Mr. Four and him There is a grudge, a big grudge, or... Mr. Fourth has something that he really wants!"
Qin Xian listened quietly to Liang Lusheng's analysis, then turned around and asked, "Why don't you mention Mr. Third?"
This question was like a bolt from the blue. Liang Lusheng was stunned for a while before he woke up. He suddenly clapped his hands and forgot about the candy jar in his hand. Fortunately, Qin Xian had quick eyes and quick hands and stepped forward to catch it. However, she rushed forward too hard and bumped into her. In Liang Lusheng's arms, the two people's noses bumped into each other.
"Bang bang bang"
Liang Lusheng: "What sound?"
Qin Xian: "It seems to be your heartbeat."
Liang Lusheng took back the candy jar and held it in his arms, then took a step back, then another, and another.
There was a blush on his face, "What nonsense are you talking about! Whose heart is beating too fast?"
"It speeds up when you're nervous. It's normal. I've been like this before when I was startled. It must have been because the candy jar was about to hit the ground just now. It was unexpected and you were frightened."
"Right, that is it."
Liang Lusheng said this, while the elbow holding the candy jar was gently rubbing his right chest unnoticeably.
It turned out that Qin Xian was taking the candy jar just now, and accidentally hit her hand somewhere. Although it hurt, it didn't hurt, but...
However, Liang Lusheng adjusted very quickly. He calmed down a little and said calmly: "What is Mr. Third called that? Anyway, his son is Liu Ci, the dean of Tianzhao Academy. The only thing Mr. Three can be remembered for is him. He is a student of Mr. Da. Many people think that he has disappeared. There is no news about him in the world, and he is not doing anything in Nanxue. In fact, he is not missing, but has a weak sense of existence.
Even if there are only three people in the room, you will subconsciously ignore him and cannot remember his appearance or name. He is a very strange person. "
A strange person indeed!
Qin Xian was silent, then looked at Liang Lusheng with a complicated expression on her face.
"Let's go, sir, you're in a hurry."
"okay!"
Arriving at the entrance of the school, Liang Lusheng suddenly stopped and said: "No matter what you want to do, don't do it. The teacher will be angry. I understand him."
Qin Xian's heart trembled, her eyelids began to beat, her left eye.
Nod slightly.
As soon as their feet crossed the threshold, they heard a strange voice, "Hey! Do you still want to come back? You won't wait until the baby is full moon."
Congratulations sitting at the table with a joking look on his face.
Liang Lusheng's face turned red, and when she saw her husband and Song Qian looking at her, she couldn't help but grit her teeth. Then she handed the candy jar to her husband, took out the Qiwu, and chased after him to congratulate him.
Qin Xian was confused and asked Song Qian sideways: "Whose child is one month old?"
Song Qian lowered his eyes, was not very interested, and shook his head slowly.
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Look up.
In the cold winter, all flowers wither and only the plum blossoms stand out, and this one dominates the winter scenery.
There are many more Taoist boys in Shangguan now, some have moved here, and some are new ones from Zuzhou. Although these Taoist boys are not good seedlings, they are not too bad because of the Taoist rules.
There are three types of Taoism: disbelief, disobedience, and incorrectness.
All the Taoists have gone to bed.
There was sudden silence all around, and all kinds of noises stopped. For a moment, it seemed that even time and space had stagnated.
You can hear the needle drop.
"Boom"
A medicine god's coin fell into the water tank in the hall.
The moonlight shines through the window on the only red figure in the hall.
Just like the long eyebrows of willow leaves condensed by green mountains, the smart pupils washed by starlight, the muscles and bones painted by gentle continuous drizzle, the lips stained by dew petals...
The beauty mark at the corner of her right eye is like a companion star, charming but not vulgar.
The long Taoist robe hangs down to the ankles, revealing the jade-like ankles and feet.
The monk's robe is open and almost reaches his waist.
Vaguely concealed were legs longer than some mortal lives.
Such a Taoist priest is really unheard of.
Although the woman's clothes are thin, her gestures are not as glamorous as those of a prostitute. Instead, she is pure, elegant, beautiful and fresh.
Dragging his cheek with one hand, he leaned on the water tank alone, holding the popular plum blossom in the other hand, gently stirring the water in the tank.
The door of the palace is wide open, and the woman's back is facing the visitor. Her long dark green hair is draped softly on her body.
Wearing green clothes, she looked at the picturesque back quietly.
In the eyes of the monks in the world, Hongyi may not be as good as Bian Yujing.
But they had never seen it with their own eyes.
Among all the beauties in Jingzhao, only the one in red shocked him the most, not just for her beauty, but for her incomparable temperament.
But who knew that such a dignified master of the second sect would suffer from the most unlikely disease of insomnia.
Although she had reached such a level of cultivation that she no longer needed to sleep, she could not even meditate normally.
And this special illness probably stems from the self-blame of that year.
Just as he was thinking about it, Hongyi stopped stirring the plum branches in the tank, stood up leisurely, and turned around.
Qing Yi saluted, "Sister, long time no see."
The originally bright eyes were a little dull at the moment, "How long?"
Qing Yi said: "It's been ten years."
Hongyi said faintly: "Oh..." Suddenly he couldn't help laughing, and raised a hand to gently rub his eyebrows, "If you didn't come to Zuzhou to find your childhood friend, why are you here with me?"
Qing Yi looked at the plum blossoms in Hong Yi's hand and said with gentle eyes: "I heard that my sister is here, so I came to see Zhang Jian first. It doesn't hurt to go to Zhang Jian's place later."
Hongyi's eyes became deep and misty again, like a mist-filled lake under the moonlight, making it difficult to see the true expression.
After a while, he inserted the plum blossoms in his hand into the bottle on the incense table and whispered: "Now that you've seen it, let's go."
Qing Yi didn't speak or move.
The corners of Hong Yi's lips curved, and she said with a half-smile, "I don't know where Yanyin is."
Qing Yi's voice was trembling: "Sister, is there really no news?"
Hong Yi showed a very complicated expression and was silent for a long time. Then she raised her head, facing Qing Yi, and said slowly in a very solemn voice: "Her thoughts have always only been on that eunuch. What’s the point of you doing this?”
Qing Yi did not answer the question, but took out a letter from her arms and said, "If my sister sees her, can you help me deliver it to her?"
Hongyi raised his eyebrows.
Qing Yi looked at her quietly.
Hongyi sighed softly: "You three are all good children in the eyes of your father." Suddenly he laughed at himself, "Of course, except me!" Then he said, "He wants to betroth Yanyin to you, but that is his intention, Yan Yin and Hong Feiluan have made a private decision a long time ago. Now that you haven't married Yanyin, you still insist on your father's instructions. Don't you regret it?"
Qing Yi's voice was very calm, "Yanyin is Yanyin, play is play, it's different."
Hearing this, Hongyi smiled coldly: "The former spring breeze was number one, and you are willing to sing in an opera?"
"The spring breeze comes first..." Qing Yi repeated, and finally turned into a bitter smile.
Hongyi continued: "You can't cover your heart. Although Wen Jiangzi Lie Chunfeng sometimes deviates, there is never a mediocre person at the top of the list. Jia Sanhua and Luo Jianfu before you are already at the top of the mountain, but you are With the title of a big Qingyi actor, do you think this is what your father wants to see? Or is it that your Taoist heart has long been covered in dust?"
"No." Qing Yi took a deep breath, exhaled it quietly, and said, "Uncle Yu saved my life and gave me a living. Of course I have to listen to his instructions."
"The person he entrusted to is Yanyin's husband! Not you!" Hong Yi's face suddenly sank and she said sternly.
"But..." Qing Yi hesitated.
"But what? Hong Feiluan and Yanyin reconciled, but they are not together with you. How ridiculous you are. She doesn't know people well. Who can blame her for suffering this disaster? I am my sister You didn't even bother to ask, so it's your turn to take over here, it's unfounded." Hong Yi scolded.
Hongyi seemed very angry, and the water tank in the palace shook.
"Thankfully Luo Jianfu and others have high hopes for you, but apart from gaining a false reputation for Qingcheng sword energy, what else have you done?"
Qing Yi couldn't even sigh when she heard the scolding.
He could only say with a wry smile: "Sister is still the same as before. She likes to scold me whenever we meet."
Hongyi's eyelashes trembled.
"It's not you who wants to scold me!"
Qing Yi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it had eased. "Sister, then I leave this letter to you."
He walked forward and placed the letter on the incense table.
Then he took out a cloth bag from his arms and put it on the incense table together.
Then he said with a smile: "This is my sister's favorite hibiscus bean. I thought I would take a trip to Yinzhou to bring it to my sister, but I didn't expect my sister to come to Zuzhou too. It just happened.
However, Mr. Wu, the old shopkeeper, passed away years ago, and his descendants and grandchildren took over the craftsmanship. The shop is still open. I tried it and it tasted okay. "
Hongyi glanced at him and said calmly: "If you don't want to eat it, take it away."
Qing Yi left, but left the letter and hibiscus beans behind.
It's been a long, long time... For a long time, she has felt that her father was wrong, Hong Feiluan was wrong, and so was Gao Qingsuo. She was the only one who was right, but why didn't she dare to sleep? Was she afraid of seeing someone?
Hong Yi reached out to open the cloth bag, took a hibiscus bean and put it in her mouth, muttering: "The taste has still changed."
