Seeing the two of them throwing and catching each other, each of them moving smoothly and quickly, they were so handsome. Wen Xiaoyun couldn't help but look at Yin Nuo outside the window, make a heart sign with her hands, and wink playfully. , then closed the door with a smile, turned around and said excitedly to Bai Ya, "It's up to you."
Although Bai Yu couldn't understand Wen Xiaoyun's actions just now, he felt that it should be a compliment.
So he also raised his hand to Wen Xiaoyun and said, "With me, you can rest assured."
Before he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the room quickly.
Wen Xiaoyun was left standing there blankly with a look of infatuation.
She has finally learned what it means to be a peerless handsome man who is gentle and considerate online.
Wen Xiaoyun had just wiped the cosmetics off her hands with a handkerchief when the door of the room on the other side was lightly clicked.
"Come in." Wen Xiaoyun hurriedly stuffed the handkerchief into her arms, then straightened her clothes and slowly sat down on her seat.
The door creaked and someone pushed it open gently, and Miss Tong'er, who was holding a pipa and wearing new clothes, walked in slowly.
"You two gentlemen have been waiting for a long time. Tong'er is ready." After saying that, Tong'er looked up unconsciously, but she was surprised and confused, "Where is the other young gentleman in white?"
Wen Xiaoyun picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. After putting down the teacup, she raised her head and smiled, "My brother has gone to the toilet." After saying that, she stood up again and walked towards a long table by the window. "I see this room, girl." The interior is elegant and quiet, it’s really a good place.”
As she said that, she suddenly discovered something and said in surprise, "There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones here."
Miss Tong'er walked to her seat, plucked the strings with her soft white fingers, and began to tune the instrument seriously.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the handsome young man in blue in front of the window. A faint smile appeared in the corners of her eyebrows and asked, "Do you have any questions, young master?"
Wen Xiaoyun simply sat at the table, unfolded the white paper, picked up the pen, looked up at Miss Tong'er, her eyebrows slightly curved, "Ordinary questions must not be difficult for such a wonderful girl, so why don't we come up with something new."
Tong'er raised her eyebrows in surprise, "What kind of new method?"
"After asking and answering, I asked a few words, and then I drew a few strokes. Then the girl played and sang and answered a section, and I put down my pen and listened. There were eighteen sentences in total. At the end of the song, I finished my painting. I don't know how to do this. , girl, are you willing?"
Tong'er looked at the brush in Wen Xiaoyun's hand with some surprise, bit her lip unconsciously, and said with some hesitation: "But the time for the young master to ask questions must be very short, how can I draw a good portrait like this?"
"Portrait?" Wen Xiaoyun was a little confused.
Tong'er lowered her head and covered her lips with a smile, "What? Master, don't you want to draw a portrait for Tong'er?"
Wen Xiaoyun suddenly smiled, "Xiao Ke couldn't ask for more." He scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's just the girl's divine appearance, the time is too short, I'm afraid I won't be able to describe the girl's charm.
Tong'er lowered her head to play the piano again, her moist red lips slightly curved, "Then the young master will finish painting when Tong'er answers."
Wen Xiaoyun smiled mischievously, "If the girl feels sorry for Xiao Ke, she should answer more and longer."
Tong'er smiled and said nothing, and gently fiddled with her white fingers. A string of crisp notes rippled from her fingertips, as clear and refreshing as a clear spring in the mountains. After listening to it, people felt that their body and mind were... They all became light and transparent together.
Appreciating the beautiful music that seemed to only exist in the fairy world, Wen Xiaoyun couldn't help but gently closed her eyes.
Suddenly, she had the illusion of being immersed in a clear spring.
Wash away the dust all over your body, and also wash away the worries in your heart. Even the brain's thinking, which has been under high pressure, became clear and clear.
She couldn't help feeling sincerely that this girl Tong'er was indeed a master of pipa.
No wonder this girl, although she comes from a happy family, has the talent not to show off her laughter.
Wen Xiaoyun thought for a moment and then asked the first question, "There are many fallen leaves in the palm garden, how can you be so relieved to know that it is autumn?"
Tong'er's red lips opened slightly, and her beautiful singing voice rose melodiously along with the music of the piano, "The body is dark and light, the body is soft, the love is far away, only the fragrance remains."
No need for light green and light red, it is naturally the best among flowers.
The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums are ashamed, and the flower fence is in full bloom during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Scholars can be ruthless, why can't they come to an end? "
Following Tong'er's music, Wen Xiaojun's brush strokes flowed, describing the beauty's posture one stroke at a time.
She paused with her pen tip, raised her finger to point to the scenery outside the window, and asked with a smile, "There are supposed to be many fallen leaves in the palm garden, but how come there are such pear blossoms melting into the moon?"
Tong'er smiled lightly, rubbed her fingertips slowly, and continued to sing, "The Taoist Immortal Wind is unique, and I went to Jiangcun in the early autumn to collect herbs. He said that he lived in the north of Yunnan, but how many generations of his descendants did he know? Turn the world upside down and modify it. Vessel, Baihua obeys the empress’ order.”
Wen Xiaoyun, who was about to continue painting, frowned when he heard this.
Miss Tong'er was clearly saying that an outsider appeared in Ling Ou Xiang and changed the flowering period of the pear tree for Ling Ou Xiang, just like the white flowers that once obeyed Wu Zetian's order and bloomed in the cold winter.
As soon as he heard the image of this worldly master, Wen Xiaoyun couldn't help but think of the mysterious man hidden behind all the murderers in the previous cases.
