moonlit night

When Ning Yuanmei came out of the embroidery pavilion on the second floor, the bright moon was already hanging high in the sky outside the window lattice.

There is a plum grove in the backyard of Huajian Winery. The plums are good plums. Although they are not as good as the cold plums in the snow and ice of the second senior brother Wang Shujun, under the quiet moonlight, there are also some dark fragrances and sparse shadows, which are clear and dim. scenery.

Looking down from the current position, it can be seen clearly.

It was the scene she had always loved, but now that she was in the world of mortals and fireworks, the smell of makeup, powder and wine rushed towards her face, spoiling her interest for no reason.

Not to mention there was no interest in it.

People in the world may not have imagined that the owner of the ten-mile-long bustling gold-selling cave sometimes loves some elegant things outside the world.

It's just that if this untimely dust is placed here, it can only be confined in a deep courtyard, and it can't stretch its strength freely like in Juechen Peak with the reflection of the moon and snow.

Compared with the gorgeous and noisy world outside, this forest is a bit out of place here.

It's better to give it to Wang Shu, and treat it as a small gift, so that in the coming year, you can have a reason to go to him to ask for a pot of plum wine.

A quiet smile flashed in the eyes of the woman in white wearing the curtain fence, and the fingers hidden in the plain white sleeves circled lightly, bowed her head and muttered something silently, and when she looked up again, she was back to normal, her expression was still as clear as water, It looks like an old god is there.

It's just that the boy watching Lin in the backyard exclaimed that Lin Zi was gone.

Presumably, with that fox's penny-pinching disposition, he would never offend a little boy because of this.

It will only seek to correct the owner and demand a greater compensation.

What's more, when she used her spiritual power, she didn't deliberately erase her own unique wood traces.

Since the fox is busy now, he is not afraid of anyone here.

Even if he comes to Kunwu Mountain in the future, just ask Wang Shu to carry it.

No matter how you shout, I raised my eyebrows from the unmoving Yuanmei girl, and moved my eyes from the sad boy in the backyard to the corridor on the second floor.

It has always been known that the materials used in this Huajian wine are quite extravagant and uninhibited. Even the curtain used to cover the second floor here is made of very special and exquisite materials. It is said that it is made of shark silk woven by the deep sea shark race. But there is a wonderful effect, that is, from the inside, you can clearly see everything that is happening outside, but you can't see the inside scene at all from the outside.

At this moment, looking down through the light curtain, I can see that the lobby of Hualou is still full of people, the sound of punching, laughing, playing wine orders, the sound of those who won the bet laughing loudly and shouting to come again, the sound of betting. The voices of the losers yelling for dissatisfaction and asking for a new start are endless, just like in the past, there is no difference.

As always.

Things are wrong.

However, just as she was about to look away and continue downstairs, she suddenly discovered that a certain corner on the right side of the lobby seemed to be different from other places.

some, rattling

That shot was too fast, and she didn't see it clearly. Just when Ning Yuanmei wanted to take a closer look at what happened there, she heard a rather exaggerated exclamation not far away: "Ah Wan , you quickly pinch me to see if I am dreaming?"

But it was two little singers from Huajian Jiudong Xiangelefang leaning on the fence and stretching their necks to look at the lobby.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with it.

However, I haven't been down to Xuanhu Peak for a long time, since there seems to be some fun to be found right now, it shouldn't matter if I just listen to it from a distance, right?

After all, they are two little mortals, and they will definitely not be able to see through the concealment technique they are using at this moment.

And listen to what they say.

"Don't make trouble with the cardamom, it's all pressing on my zither pole. If you break the strings, you'll have to pay for it." The one named Ah Wan smiled and pushed his companion, "Tell me what you saw."

"Wanwan, if it's not that I'm dreaming, then this girl wants to tell you seriously that I have a sweetheart. Hey, it's the brother in white." Doukou held Ah Wan's hand and looked at her. said seriously.

"Sweetheart, what are you kidding," Ah Wan teased her, "I won't mention it for too long, but you said the same thing when you saw Luo Shangshu's young master who passed the imperial examination last time; and Last time, when the Fifth Prince came here, we were only talking to Sister Liangxiao and didn’t tease you, so you said gloomily that you have a sweetheart and others don’t want you. A sweetheart is someone who really puts it on the tip of your heart and loves you. People like you, who are easygoing like you and love one another, are not called sweethearts, but Xinhuan."

The last two suffixes have a long ending, which is obviously a joke.

"Hey, my Wanwan has grown up, and I still know what a sweetheart is. I'm afraid you haven't liked anyone with your temperament that has never been enlightened for thousands of years, right? Huh, I was young and frivolous before. It's good that I haven't seen it before." Yes, it’s different this time.” Before she could finish speaking, Cardamom choked back, and she proudly waved her finger to the corner that Ning Yuanmei had just noticed was unusual, and said coyly, covering her face again and again: “ Now, my sweetheart is the young man in white. It has not changed. I can’t see what is coming. From my sister’s point of view, do you see it? It’s the one in front of the table with a sword and a Heap, oh my god, that's right, it's a heap of spirit stones."

There was silence for a while, but there was no further rebuttal.

Ning Yuanmei was silent for a moment.

It seems that I accidentally eavesdropped on the corner of someone's boudoir.

I don't know which elder brother in white clothes is so popular with the little girl.

After all, it has not been a few years since the end of the catastrophe in the chaotic world of ghosts. Out of respect and admiration for the cultivation world that saved them in the flames of war, all the mortal worlds have erected monuments and eulogized meritorious deeds for various sects of cultivation. , the cultivation of immortality flourished for a while, and now in the imperial capital, whether it is the official sons or the rich young masters, they have abandoned the gold silk and silver thread robes and jade belt silk shirts they loved before, and they like to wear white shirts or green clothes to fill the streets. Shaking, to show that he has a different kind of immortality and a strong yearning for cultivating immortals.

Because of this, even with the eye-catching just now, it can be roughly seen that whether it is in the casino or on the wine table downstairs, there are probably not one thousand but eight hundred people in white clothes. Based on this feature alone, it may be difficult to distinguish clean it

However, after taking a closer look, she naturally understood.

Even in a crowd, it is recognizable at a glance, so clear and outstanding.

Apart from the three layers of snow on your body, who in the world deserves white clothes

Why look at others, just looking at the white clothes that win the snow, and the cold and indifferent Wushuang eyebrows and eyes of that person, it is enough for the two little girls to think about it.

Thinking about it carefully, the senior brother in charge of the sect wears blue clothes for many years, which is solemn and dignified; Zian has a bad temper and loves blue, and wearing it can make people who are not familiar with his temperament feel a little bit brighter; And Xiaoxiang, who lives next to bamboo, is used to wearing blue shirts...

After all, although the world thinks that wearing white clothes is enough to make you feel like a fairy, but in fact, among the four holy monarchs, only the second senior brother Wang Shujun is the orthodox person who wears plain white clothes.

It's just that today's facts still seem to be a bit plain. Counting the days, I'm afraid that there are some problems with the array set up for that senior this time.

After all, there have been very few people who have changed their fate against the sky since ancient times.

It's been a long time since I've seen him with his face uncovered like this. When I first looked at him, even though I've seen him for decades, I still felt that he was so pure and out of place.

In fact, compared to Beiming's ice-jade-covered face that was noble and compelling later on, Ning Yuanmei really missed the absurdity of his youth when he used a stone face that never changed from day to night to fascinate a group of sisters and fairies. Days come.

But nostalgia is nostalgia, Wang Shu, who disappeared for a long time, unexpectedly appeared here today, not knowing what to do.

No matter what he was going to do, let's stay and help secretly, so that he could ask him to help get rid of the fox in the future.

Just as he was thinking wildly and looking down, his wandering eyes suddenly met those cold and elegant eyes.

The two looked at each other solemnly for a moment, and both of them looked away in unison.

It seems that Wang Shu is not in a good mood.

Forget it, let's not touch him.

However, just when Ning Yuanmei was planning to cast a spell to escape quietly as if nothing had happened, she suddenly heard crisp bells coming from the flower platform where Yinggeyanyan was dancing in the distance, followed by the girl who was still on the sickbed just now The charming and seductive voice of the beauty in red:

"Thank you for coming to Yuyan Spring Night, Liangxiao is very polite. There is no need to talk about gossip, Liangxiao hereby wishes you all to get what you want, come here with joy, and return with joy."

Amidst the thunderous applause and applause around her, Ning Yuanmei turned around quietly, and just saw the good night on the stage curling towards the center of the stage with the first beam of light. Looking down from the second floor, it seemed like Every step she took, a scorching red lotus bloomed.

The bright lights in the lobby were gradually extinguished as the good night approached, replaced by faint blue light that gradually ignited among the tables near the flower terrace and beside the elegant boxes on the second floor.

At this moment, the beauty is only wearing a light and gaudy gauze, her vermilion lips are slightly parted, her brows are slightly raised, showing all kinds of amorous feelings, she is more and more coquettish than ordinary people.

Just like a red-clothed ghost, she is extremely seductive.