no one knows better than me

It wasn't until she was completely asleep that Mei Hualan's eyes quietly lowered, all of which fell on her face, she didn't know what she was thinking, looked at it for a long time, then gently covered her with the quilt, turned around and left the cabin, but the door curtain didn't shake , the disciples outside didn't notice anything either.

In the evening of the second day, the group returned to the Immortal Mansion in Meizhou along the river.

Mei Hualan leaned over to pick up the person, and as soon as she entered the mountain gate, a lightly clothed person walked towards her quickly.

She stopped and called out, "Brother."

Mei Huazhou also nodded, but his eyes fell on her arms first, looked at the person she was holding, and then confirmed: "It's really her?"

Mei Hualan's voice was very soft: "Yes."

Mei Huazhou looked again, her eyebrows relaxed quietly, and then she raised her head and said: "There is a more gentle way to bring her back, you know that if you do this for her today, those junior disciples will follow suit in the future. "

Mei Hualan: "I know."

Mei Huazhou said again: "The elders have already dealt with the matter of turning over the mountains, and they have also heard about the matter of the sparkling blue lake."

Mei Hualan was silent for a moment this time before she nodded: "Got it."

Mei Huazhou sighed: "Go to the quiet room to think about your mistakes and receive the punishment, which is twice as much as the regulations." Although his tone was slightly reproachful, his attitude was very gentle.

"Okay." Mei Hualan replied calmly, and just glanced slightly towards Meiling, where the Mei family has always been welcoming guests, "Those..."

Mei Huazhou waved his hand lightly: "You don't have to worry about this, just hug her in, I'll deal with it." He said as he passed by and hurried towards Meiling.

Mei Hualan bowed slightly to him from behind in salute, and then carried Zhuang Qingliu back to her yard.

The person in her arms slept as peacefully as if he had passed away. He was not awakened by shaking all the way, but the road might be bumpy, and because of the injury, he had a slight fever, so he kept having gaudy dreams in his sleep.

Zhuang Qingliu even dreamed that he was returning to the center of the lake again and again, and kept sleeping on a small boat with a black roof there, but Mei Hualan could always find her quickly, and took the trouble to hug her back again and again, just like playing in a loop .

Again.

This is too much, what the hell, is the boss her exclusive servant?

But fortunately, in a dream, no one wants her to die or lie down. Zhuang Qingliu may have a vat of rebellious bones that have nowhere to be released since he passed through, so he suddenly patted Mei Hualan on the head, and found fault with her very critically: "What are you doing?" So indifferent in the dream? Do you know that this is not attractive?"

The boss may have been shocked by this presumptuousness, and slowly looked down at her.

"Still watching? That's the expression, you're not qualified." Zhuang Qingliu went straight to her, pulling both sides of Mei Hualan's face very disrespectfully and pulled. After pulling, she still felt that she had pulled it too symmetrically and gracefully, so she started again and messed her up. It's pleasing to the eye to rub it into a grimace.

"..."

"You people here—" Zhuang Qingliu thought for a while, feeling that he had nothing to say to the people here, so he could only generalize, "Why are you all so fierce?"

"Neither would be likable," she concluded.

Mr. Duanzhu in the dream may have been transformed by her vat of dissatisfaction, and quickly transformed in place, bowing his head like a gentle sweetheart and saying: "Understood, I won't kill you."

Zhuang Qingliu wanted to look at her with his eyes, but he couldn't help but fell asleep again in a daze.

When she opened her eyes again...the surroundings were quiet and the light was soft, it seemed that she had returned to the Mei family's Immortal Mansion.

"woke up?"

Mei Siji knelt and sat in front of a table not far away, and she never forgot to read when she was guarding her. She was very studious and diligent.

After Zhuang Qingliu reacted for a while, he raised his palm and took a look.

Big guy, that's outrageous.

After touching the arrow wound on her left shoulder, she sat up a little and looked at Meihualan's bedroom—there were not many things to store, the floor and the table top were cleaned spotlessly, it was no different from a model room in a modern real estate, except that there was a wall There are some decorative lanterns hanging on the bed, which looks a little warm.

Mei Siji got up quickly, walked to the bed and told: "Don't move around."

Zhuang Qingliu looked away from the wall, looked at her up and down, and felt that this girl had the same temperament as Mei Hualan.On the boat that day, she actually noticed that although the girl's face was full of disapproval of Mei Hualan's forcible plundering, she seemed to be very convinced of her character, so she didn't comment, and handled things in an orderly manner .

After thinking for a while, Zhuang Qingliu stretched out his hand and said to her: "But you have to know, I didn't lie here voluntarily, but was drawn by your Duanzhu Lord."

"Mr. Duanzhu would not act like this." Mei Siji was sure.

Just as Zhuang Qingliu rolled her eyes in her heart, the girl said again: "If she did this, there must be her reasons."

"..." Well, I see, you are a loyal fan of Mr. Duanzhu of your family.

Zhuang Qingliu had no choice but to praise her: "You are too careful, just like your Duanzhu gentleman, thank you. But people can't lie down until they die. I have to get up and move around..." and so on.

She suddenly looked down, what the hell is this pajamas she has changed?

"You changed it?" Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyes immediately.

Mei Siji denied: "Of course not, Mr. Duanzhu changed it for you with his own hands."

Zhuang Qingliu... Oh, forget it, in fact, it has already been seen very thoroughly, there is not much difference between once and a hundred times.

She lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and Mei Siji's voice sounded again immediately: "Don't wander around."

Don't move around, don't walk around.

Zhuang Qingliu laughed suddenly, turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at her, why is he so old-fashioned at such a young age?

She stood up and walked around on her own, saying: "Thank you, thank you, thank you for your concern, but can you help me find a coat that I can wear first?"

He didn't even let go of his coat, that man did it on purpose.

wait.

Mei Siji seemed to think about it, then put down the book and went out: "Then you can't read around in the room."

It's okay to look around, is she going to stand in place like a blind sculpture?

Anyway, you don't know whether you've seen it or not, Zhuang Qingliu thought to himself, and asked, "By the way, where's Mr. Duanzhu?"

She turned her head and saw that Mei Siji had already walked out, so she walked around a few times by herself first.Meihualan is a person of light and glory, so she can be placed here, presumably as long as she doesn't mess around and rummages through things, it shouldn't be a problem to familiarize herself with the layout and furnishings with her eyes.

It's just that in this weather, she looked down, it was a bit cold in only pajamas.

Zhuang Qingliu looked around for a while, took back his words of not messing with things, first took a windcloak from the neatly folded clothes at the side of the cabinet, and wrapped it up lightly without messing with other things.

The windcloak looks like it should be from plum blossoms, but the faint floral fragrance on the clothes seems to be different from the strange fragrance that I saw and smelled for the first time that day.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered his head and sniffed carefully again, thinking that Mei Hualan was a bit of a sentimental person, at least he would change it, unlike those disciples of the Mei family, no matter male or female, as long as the surname is Mei, he will always make himself Meixiang Bursts.

Especially those who often appear on the stage are a group of beautiful men wrapped in strange fragrances. They are obviously very serious, but they are known as chic in the outside world, which is really inconsistent with the facts.

Just at this time, a breeze with the fragrance of flowers blew in, Zhuang Qingliu turned his head, and simply went to open the window completely, and everywhere he could see were ancient plums, whether he pushed the window or stepped on the courtyard, he could reach the plum branches with his hands.

She pushed her eyes away, and she didn't know how high it was here. At a glance, it was surrounded by clouds and mist, and there was a unique clearness in the air flow, which was not like the world.

Cultivating "immortals" has always paid attention to people on the mountain, and advocated that the closer the peak to the sky, the more aura, especially in this world. Zhuang Qingliu remembers that according to the statement in the book, the aura of heaven and earth has begun to disappear hundreds of years ago. Now it has reached a very rare point, so there are fewer and fewer people who are qualified to form spirit pills, and the inheritance of blood has become very important.

As for the Immortal Mansion of the Mei family, one can see the brilliance of the barrier in the distance at a glance. It can be seen that although this place is incomparable to the time when the aura of heaven and earth was overwhelming, it is still relatively a treasure.

Zhuang Qingliu was sweeping, and from the corner of his eye, he suddenly found a peach tree in the courtyard outside.

This was really a novelty, and she couldn't help wrapping her cloak tightly, and wandered outside instead.

To sum it up, the Mei family's Immortal Mansion is probably just a few buildings and courtyards crammed into an ancient plum forest all over the mountains and plains.As for this peach tree, it must be capable of stuffing itself into a sea of ​​plums in a very unique way.

It is a row of peach trees.

Zhuang Qingliu circled around, but Meiling was very cold, and the spring breeze always came late, the peach blossoms outside had all fallen, while the ones here had just budded and hadn't bloomed yet.

She turned to look at other places in the courtyard, but was suddenly pulled back by a force... It was the only hair behind her that made her feel a little bit of joy.

Zhuang Qingliu's legs went out, and he split his legs and turned around again, reaching out to untie his hair from the branch.Thick is thick, but taking care of it will tire her out.

She lowered her head and fiddled with it for a while, not knowing what to do with it.

Properly cut short for easy care, but not suitable.

Zhuang Qingliu withdrew his hand, followed the sound of the gurgling water and turned to the backyard—and then unexpectedly found another lotus lake here.

What's happening here?

Is the lotus a variety that is loved all over the world?

Or do all lakes in this world grow lotus flowers?

It happened that Mei Siji came over, and her tone was a little uncomfortable: "Why are you here again?"

"Again?" Zhuang Qingliu's ears immediately perked up, "When was the last time I came?"

Mei Siji glanced across the calm lake surface from the corner of her eye: "Night."

"What...night?"

"You have the instinct to tend to water, don't you know it? In the past two days, the old man has swam over without anyone noticing, lying on the shore for a while, and sleeping in the boat for a while." Mei Siji said, "If it wasn't for Mr. Duanzhu over and over again. Take you back, you will be buried in the lake..."

I don't know what family secrets were involved, but the girl suddenly stopped talking halfway through, but Zhuang Qingliu went deaf on the spot, and turned pale with shock: "??!"

What?So it wasn't a dream but she was trying to die? ?

Don't be so scary.

She recalled her coquettish operation of slapping her hands and tearing her face, and she turned around and asked, "Where is your Duanzhu Lord now?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Mei Siji might be dissatisfied, and her tone was as gentle as possible, before she said concisely: "I'm being punished."

Zhuang Qingliu's complexion suddenly tightened, and he raised his eyes and frowned and asked, "Where are you punished?"