After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Coming out of Lin Mao's room that night, Qiao Muyun's face was bright and ugly.

Lin Mao insisted on going back to Wangyou Valley, which made a certain young hero who had just started feeling extremely uncomfortable—it's just that Qiao Shaoxia didn't understand this subtle friendship at this time, so how could he dare to show it in front of Lin Mao? ?

In the end, I could only forcefully smile and nod, scratching my heart and scratching my lungs, just wanting to know the relationship between the beautiful woman in my heart and the Wangyou Valley, and then thinking again, even if I know the relationship between them, in the end, Mr. Mu and Qiao Mu The cloud really has nothing to do with it...

Immediately, this young hero who is famous all over the world in martial arts felt pain in his heart, liver and lungs.He was exhausted physically and mentally, so he hastily agreed with Lin Mao to take him to Wangyou Valley the next day, and fled from the man's room.After leaving the house, the servants Qiao Muyun brought from Qiao's house saw that he was in a bad mood, and they all held their breaths and became more careful when serving him, but Qiao Muyun seemed to be possessed by a ghost. Not only did he not go back to his room to meditate and calm his mind like he did a few nights ago, but he started wandering around like headless flies in the spring breeze.

In the spring breeze, the current head of the family, Yun's mother, squeezed out a smile, and she was far behind several servants of the family, complaining endlessly in her heart.

If Spring Breeze is a gold-selling cave for other people, for the Qiao family who hold gold and silver, this place of fireworks is probably a better place than the pigsty. Eldest young master.However, I was afraid of something, and I saw that Qiao Muyun strolled to the side of a water pavilion, just at the time when the waiter in the building was singing - I saw a small boat slowly driving in the middle of the small lake, a waiter Standing on the boat, she sang "Toad Palace Song".

"Half-window, the dream is faint, the song is from Qiantang, and the poem is from Gaotang.

The wind enters the curtain, the coolness enters the sparse lattice, and the moon shines on the screen window.

You can see the light makeup of pear blossoms in the ethereal, and faintly smell the lingering fragrance of orchid musk.

Arouse thinking, if you don't think about it, why don't you think about it..."

This rafting and singing is a bit of fun before the fun, but the Qiao family has never heard such a natural sound, and now the song sung by this nobleman is a bit arty, it's okay to fool laymen, it's too late In Qiao Muyun's ears... Thinking about it, Mother Yun felt a little irritable.

However, Qiao Muyun was still standing by the waterside pavilion at this time. He listened to the waitress singing the last line repeatedly, "Arouse thinking, why don't you think about it, why don't you think about it", his expression was unpredictable.

Mother Yun was sweating profusely on her back, she secretly made a gesture, and after a while, the waiter on the small boat silenced her voice.

Qiao Muyun suddenly turned her head and looked straight at Mother Yun.

"Why don't you sing?" He asked, paused for a moment, and then said again, "Just sing according to the original list...and bring me a bottle of wine."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Muyun tapped her toes, jumped lightly twice on the railings of the water pavilion, and climbed onto the roof in an instant, leaving a group of people staring and staring at the spot for a long time. back to God.

Not to mention how Mother Yun made people continue to sing in fear, nor how those servants of the Qiao family jumped in fright and hurriedly sent a whole bottle of Xian Bailu to Young Master Qiao...

Qiao Muyun sat straddling the raised corner of the eaves with one leg hanging down, full of her own thoughts.

The waiter began to sing again in the lake, his voice trembling slightly.

This time, I changed the song, singing Zhe Gui Ling——

"If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness.

Qiao Muyun was stunned for a moment when he heard those words of lovesickness, and took a sip of wine.

"...the body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the breath is like gossamer."

The moonlight is like silver, shedding down coldly.

Qiao Muyun sat on a high place, and the position happened to be facing the window of the small building where the Mu Gongzi lived not far away.

It's just that the person is weak, he has already fallen asleep, right?The window was pitch black, and there was only a silhouette in the night, but Qiao Muyun's eyes seemed to be held by someone, and he couldn't move his eyes away from the window for a long time.

"Here is a lingering fragrance in the sky, what do you hope for a thousand gold wanderers. When the syndrome comes, when is it? When the lamp is half dim, when the moon is half bright..."

Qiao Muyun poured half a bottle of wine into her mouth again. Listening to this unpopular tune, the extremely sweet nectar on the tip of her tongue seemed to have turned bitter, and as she swallowed it, the little loneliness in her heart suddenly turned into extremes.

That night, Qiao Muyun herself didn't remember how many bottles of wine she drank in the cold wind and moon on the roof. She only knew that the waiter on the small boat in the lake downstairs changed three times and sang songs that he didn't like at all. Eyes of lovesickness and resentment.

Those few words of lovesickness and thinking made a martial arts master like Qiao Muyun feel half-drunk in a trance.

Those cronies brought by the Qiao family had been staring at Qiao Muyun, and seeing that their master was already too drunk, they hurried up to the roof to take him down.However, Qiao Muyun stopped firmly at the eaves, not letting anyone get close.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Qiao Muyun said drunkenly, "It's just that these few lines are sung well...the singing is really good, it can be sung in people's hearts."

He tilted his head, thinking about something as if he was extremely distressed, then turned around and looked at the small building where Lin Mao lived.

"...Such a good song, I really need Mr. Mu to listen to it."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for others to stop her, Qiao Muyun stretched out her clothes in the night sky, and then swept towards the small building like a yellow bird.

***

In just a few breaths, Qiao Muyun arrived in front of Lin Mao's room.

Maybe it was because of the internal force that took away some alcohol, Qiao Muyun stared at the dark door, and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"Master Mu...are you asleep?"

He pressed his forehead against the door frame and said softly.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to come and talk to you."

However, Lin Mao was weak, and had already taken the tranquilizing medicine prescribed by Wan Yuwuxin before going to bed. He was sleeping deeply, so naturally he would not respond to Qiao Muyun's call.

Then Qiao Muyun showed a silly smile.

"That's why I don't mind... I'm coming in."

After that, he pushed open the door and strode into Lin Mao's room smelling of alcohol.

Turning around the screen, Qiao Muyun saw that Lin Mao was sleeping soundly on his side with his back to the door in the bed tent. His body was covered with a thin bed of autumn brocade, and under it was a soft cushion made of Silla wool.

Qiao Muyun sat down beside Lin Mao's bed, staring blankly at the man's black hair like a crow's feathers. Because of his weak body, the man started to sweat at night, and a few strands of long hair stuck to his face. On the neck that was exposed in a small section, the skin became more and more white as fat.

Perhaps because of being stared at, Lin Mao groaned and turned over. The plain white face in the dream was facing Qiao Muyun, with a thin red mark from the pillow on his cheek. Rather, it looks like there is a peach-colored ooze on the best mutton jade.Due to physical discomfort, even in his dream, Lin Mao frowned slightly, his thick black eyelashes fluttered unsteadily, and there was still a slight wetness in the corners of his eyes.

Qiao Muyun's breathing stopped suddenly, drunkenness came to his head, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly to press the corner of Lin Mao's eyes.

"Well……"

Lin Mao groaned, still did not wake up, but stretched out his hand from under the quilt, vainly blocking Qiao Muyun's annoying fingers aside.

For some reason, Qiao Muyun just grabbed Lin Mao's slippery and soft wrist with a backhand, and easily put his hand in his own.

I'm afraid I have to take a bath before going to bed?When Lin Mao moved a little, Qiao Muyun felt a faint fragrance floating in the room. He couldn't hold back, he lowered his head and sniffed lightly on Lin Mao's fingers...

The aroma is tangy.