Dreams in Paradise

Liu Shui's heart flickered, could it be that the beauty trick is still useful?But... you want to use it like this?Can't!

The young master couldn't wait for him to respond for a long time, so he sneered and said, "What? Don't you dare?"

Liu Shui raised his chin, and said bravely: "Sleep as soon as you sleep! I, the hero of Liu Shui, haven't slept anywhere in the straw cowshed. I'm afraid of your rich and noble town."

I have slept in the palace, the bedroom and the prime minister's mansion, and I have been to the dragon's pond and the tiger's lair. How terrifying can this wolf's den be!snort!

The experienced Liushui hero was fearless, looked at the bright sky outside through the veil, and said, "The days are still long, how do we spend them?"

The noble young master flicked his sleeves: "It's up to you."

Do what you want.

Not wanting to pay attention to where the inexplicable anger of this crazy nobleman came from, Liu Shui went to see the beauty by the railing where Ziluo was standing that day with his hands behind his back.

There are crowds of people on both sides of the Jiahe River, and there are many beauties in the Yanshui River.

Liu Shui was delighted to see it, and picked a red flower at hand to throw it out as a reward.

Ziluo caught it halfway, handed it back to him, and said, "My lord, this is my master's favorite flower. You can pick it for yourself, but you can't give it to others."

He had heard that there were red flowers in Xia Jincheng that he couldn't see anywhere else, and he came all the way here to see that it was not his own proud flower, so his mood of admiring the flowers was put on hold.

Liu Shui casually looked at other people's balconies full of flowers like this, and didn't see that her master was particular about it.

But people are under the eaves, and it is not easy to argue with others over a flower, so they just say: "This flower has been picked, so I will give it to you."

Ziluo said: "Thank you son, Ziluo is not worthy of this flower."

It's just a flower, there's nothing worthy of it.

Liu Shui didn't know what to say, holding a flower in his hand, watching the beauty come and go like a cloud, his hands were itchy and he wanted to throw the flower.Seeing Ziluo smiling and staring at the side, ready to fly swallows to fish for the moon at any time.After thinking about it, I put the flowers back in the pot, as if I had never picked them.

Zi Luo said: "Young Master, this flower has already been picked, and if it is left in it like this, its color will fade with time, what a pity."

Do you think I ruined the flowers?Destroying flowers is a small matter, but it would be bad to lose the chance to get close to him by offending that psychopath.

Liu Shui thought for a while, picked up the flowerpot and left.

Ziluo chased after her closely: "Where are you going, my lord?"

Liu Shui said: "I picked one of this potted flower, and I will carry it back to the place where I live, and bring another potted flower that has bloomed well and return it to your master."

Zi Luo said: "My lord, forgive me, Zi Luo didn't mean that."

Liu Shui looked at her with his eyes.

Ziluo: "My master recognizes flowers, it's not that I don't want this pot."

Liu Shui endured it for a while and finally couldn't hold it anymore, and said in a low voice: "You can't throw flowers, you can't send flowers, you can't exchange a pot of flowers, I didn't know that a pot of flowers can have so many rhetoric and particularity. Your master is Torture me intentionally! Miss Ziluo may speak up if she has something to say."

Ziluo glanced at Liu Shui meaningfully, and finally said: "Young master is overhearted, Ziluo has nothing to say."

Liu Shui felt that he was crazy to spend his time here, and lost his temper by the same master and servant. He didn't put it down with a pot of flowers, nor did he take it away.It was a far cry from his usual romantic, unrestrained and uninhibited, and his reputation as a romantic son was born.

The unruly young man immediately decided to smash the jar, and said bluntly: "If that's the case, girl, stop talking."

The flower pots were placed heavily on the balcony, and the flowing water picked all the flowers on them, and threw them one by one towards the beauties in the misty river, but none of the beauties dared to pick them up. archenemy.

Liu Shui was wondering and wanted to ask what happened, when he was tied up by a piece of red silk.

Zi Luo was so frightened that she plopped on her knees and said in panic, "Master!"

Liu Shui figured out that he was tied up by the Lord of Ambition, and without bowing his head, he proudly said, "I'll throw that flower away, if you want to kill it, cut it up!"

Liu Shui finally knew that this noble young master couldn't be a cheerful person.

Talking is not pleasant, doing things is not pleasant, and being a person is not pleasant.

He was hung in the middle of the river with a big red flower.

The Beauty River is bustling with people, and some sharp-eyed people joked, "Yo! Isn't this the romantic young man who asked for a drink for 10 taels that day? Why did he tie a big red flower? Why come here if you don't want to get married? "

With a voice, he woke up the person who was immersed in the dream of beauty, and a young man in white waved his folding fan and said, "I'm afraid I was punished by your little lady!"

"You can also be punished on the day of great joy, are you messing with flowers and grass again?"

"No? Brother! You're going to be sold again?!"

……

Liu Shui appeared here in such a state, even though he was thick-skinned, he was a little flustered, twisted his wrist several times, but the red silk seemed to be conscious, and it tightened more and more.

While struggling, the overwhelming golden light flashed, and a robe was placed on his head, and he was held in his hands in an instant, and he went away against the wind.

The running water blocked his sight, but he couldn't hide his joy, and said loudly: "Thank you, hero, for your help, find a quiet place, just put me down and walk by yourself."

The hero ignored him.

Liu Shui was tortured by that mysterious psychopath noble son, afraid of meeting another person who doesn't like to talk too much, so he shut his mouth sensibly.

Being thrown on the couch, Liu Shui gritted his teeth to hold back the yelling, and quietly took out a peach leaf knife from his cuff, and cut off the red silk tied to his body with a light pick.

He lifted the robe on his head, and saw Feng Yuan glaring at him.

Liu Shui smiled and said, "Oh, this hero is my young master Fengyuan!"

Feng Yuan took a step back to avoid his slapping hands, and said: "Isn't this our hero of flowing water? Why didn't he go to meet the beauties in secret, but was tied up in the river to show the public?"

Liu Shui slid over and put his arms around his shoulders, shook his head and sighed, "The beauty has a strange temper, she would throw her face and tie people up every now and then, it's not as good as my Fengyuan hero."

Fengyuan gave him a blank look, and wanted to push him away.

Liu Shui hugged him and coaxed: "Don't be angry, I let you go with me, if you go, maybe I won't have to suffer this inexplicable grievance."

He pretended to be pitiful, and Feng Yuan softened his heart, he stopped pushing him and said angrily, "Did you see this time? Are you giving up?"

Liu Shui put his head on his shoulder and said aggrievedly: "I still haven't seen what he looks like. Don't give up!"

Feng Yuan pushed him away angrily, and said angrily: "Are you short of people to like you? But listening to the wind is like rain, now that you know that people don't like you, you still have to go over to see how they look like, is it not good enough? "

Liu Shui put on a dignified and dignified look, and said seriously: "Young Master Fengyuan, I think that since you got along with Abi day and night, you have less and less the nobleness of the former nobleman, and you have a lot of little rascal's air, it is simply unimaginable Ah! Ah Bi is a fair lady these days."

Feng Yuan was not confused by the demonic words, he said coldly: "Are you going to come to ask for humiliation?"

Liu Shui thought about the favor he was going to pay back tonight and the beauty who hadn't been seduced yet, touched his nose, looked at the aggressive young boy in front of him, and said with a dry smile, "I won't go, I won't go, there's nothing to see."

He said: "Didn't you go to find Abi? Why did you come to save me?"

Fengyuan gave him a blank look.

Liu Shui: "I know, I know, you must be worried about me before I go. The two of us have not had a good drink when we came to Xiajincheng. This afternoon, it's just the two of us, facing the beautiful scenery of the misty clouds in the world, having a drink." Get drunk."

Fengyuan: "I don't like drinking."

Liu Shui said: "It's not that you drink every day. When you come to such a prosperous place, how can you enjoy yourself without drinking some wine?"

Feng Yuan watched him take out the wine jar, happily poured two bowls, and said with distaste: "Don't you always pretend to be elegant? You drink from bowls in such an elegant place."

Liu Shui gave him a bowl and said, "We two have a deep relationship, and only a big bowl can tell the truth."

Feng Yuan squinted his eyes, took the wine calmly and drank it, and said in his heart, I'll see what kind of demon you are going to do again.

Liu Shui hugged the wine jar and immediately filled it up for him, "Tsk! You can tell from the first glance that you are born with such a drinking potential. No one can match it. It's a pity not to drink."

Feng Yuan frowned, before he could take the second bowl, he got down on the ground.

Liu Shui clapped his hands, placed him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and let him sleep well.

All afternoon, he had been leaning on the couch by the window looking at the sky, guarding the sleeping Fengyuan.

As it was getting late, Liu Shui looked at Feng Yuan who was in a deep sleep, put down the curtain for him, and lightly swept out of the window.

When Liushui saw the nobleman again, he was sitting on the window holding a pot of red flowers in a daze.

The red gauze veil was lingering, and his expression could not be seen under the candlelight. The first time the flowing water looked over, he felt a trace of silence.

Liu Shui inexplicably felt that this crazy nobleman was really sad for a pot of red flowers that can be seen everywhere.

He shook off a bit of a smile, and said softly, "I'm here."

The young master shifted his eyes from looking at the safflower to him, and after a while, he looked at the safflower again in a trance.

This mysterious aristocrat is the person who is the most at a loss since Liushui grew up. He can't figure out his thoughts, and can't see clearly his happiness and anger behind the heavy red gauze curtains. The two encounters only feel that he doesn't like to talk. So he picked up the jug on the small table in a muffled voice and poured himself a drink.

My heart was inexplicably disturbed, and miscellaneous thoughts were bouncing around in my head one by one, making the wine tasteless, and it took me a long time to drink a glass.

It is better not to drink.

He got up and walked to the depths of the red gauze tent, found a long couch and lay down, covered the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "I'm asleep."

This tone was three-point bored and seven-point angry.

He himself felt a little unbelievable when he heard it.It's inexplicable to gamble with an unknown psychopath.

Better go to sleep.

The night is longer and deeper, deep in the heavy curtains, the person holding the red flower is still looking at the flower in a daze.

The people on the couch tossed and turned without any sleepiness. They were indescribably tired and irritable.

Isn't it just a pot of flowers?

He threw off the quilt, rushed to the mysterious nobleman, and said angrily, "Bai Zhiye, what exactly do you want?!"

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