no one knows better than me

"Why are you asking this?" Mei Siji didn't answer, but said, "Mr. Duanzhu ordered you not to move around. Well, in the future it will be..."

Seeing that she was about to start babbling again and again, Zhuang Qingliu suddenly stretched out her hand, and hung on the lake again, making a gesture of bloodletting as a demon.

Mei Siji's expression changed, and she shut her mouth abruptly.

"I just asked where I was punished, the quiet room for thinking about it or the virtual environment?" Zhuang Qingliu bargained with her simply and clearly, "If you let me know, I will go back and lie down with peace of mind."

The punishments of the Mei family generally consist of these two. The former is the literal meaning, just wait and think about it, while the latter's imaginary state is something that Zhuang Qingliu has not seen with his own eyes. It is difficult to summarize in one word. The meditation in the quiet room is a thousand times more severe.

Mei Siji seemed a little annoyed: "It's not a big deal to let you know, the Void Realm is useless to Duan Zhujun, so it's naturally in the quiet room where you think about your past—Okay, take your hands back quickly! Come back with me."

It turned out that he was just in the quiet room where he was thinking about his past, so it shouldn't be a big problem, Zhuang Qingliu blinked and withdrew his hand: "Okay, let's go."

Mei Siji looked at her cautiously: "You go ahead."

"Okay, okay, I'll go ahead." Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help but take the lead, and Mei Siji relaxed her vigilance and followed behind.

Just after taking two steps, Zhuang Qingliu suddenly turned her head: "That's right——"

Just after she said two words, Mei Siji suddenly opened her eyes wide!

"I'm sorry, it's a trivial matter whether I lie down or not, but I was a little rebellious since I was a child, and I don't really like being supervised." Zhuang Qingliu maintained the posture of turning around, and glanced at the lotus branches in the lake, the branches that sprang out silently Like a vine, following her will, Mei Siji was instantly entwined into a silkworm chrysalis.

Mei Siji's expression of astonishment reached its peak: "When did you know this? Didn't you say that you just learned to use bloodletting to drive them away?!" Her face suddenly changed, "Could it be that you were hiding your clumsiness on purpose? What do you have? Careful?!"

"..." Zhuang Qingliu's face was confused by the girl's imaginary plot, and she deliberately explained that she had just learned this skill. She tried it for the first time and thought it was unnecessary. Anyway, she probably didn't believe it, so she simply waved her hand and turned away. , "It's true that the necessary precautions are necessary, but how can you be so nagging at such a young age-please trouble you for a while, it won't hurt, sorry."

Mei Siji quietly activated the spirit sword behind her!

Zhuang Qingliu, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head: "You dare to chop, these are all the treasures raised by your family, Mr. Duanzhu."

This sentence is like a golden sentence for all things, Mei Siji immediately withdrew his spirit sword... so angry that smoke rose from his orifices, and he watched Zhuang Qingliu's back turn and leave the back lake.

Of course, she is not so easy to handle, but as a disciple of the Mei family, she naturally knows that there are different enchantment barriers everywhere in the Immortal Mansion. Turn back to her.

But the situation is generally abnormal. Zhuang Qingliu not only left the Meiyuan in a grand manner, but he was also very familiar with the layout of the Meijiaxian Mansion along the way, and walked far away without turning around.

"...?!" Mei Siji suddenly withdrew her heart, suppressed her suspicion and immediately urged her sword to send a message, and also flew out of Meiyuan.

According to the general direction recorded in the book, to reach the quiet room of thinking, you need to pass a special cliff on the road. This cliff is the hanging coffin cliff tomb of the Mei family. , don't be disturbed.

Zhuang Qingliu was still thinking while walking, which of the four most conspicuous mountains in front of her was a cliff tomb, but she kept walking without stopping, as if she had her own consciousness, and turned to the most southeast one. one.

After a while, Mei Jiasi's quiet room came into view.

Under the dappled light and shadow under the plum tree, Zhuang Qingliu stopped on the spot, and through the slightly half-closed window, carefully looked at the person sitting behind the orchid pane.

When I first met that day, I didn't have time to look at it seriously. Looking at it quietly now, Mei Hualan is indeed as written in the book, bright and beautiful, reserved and serious. When I look at it from a distance, there is a kind of alienation that is not easy to approach. But the specific facial features are detailed, but there are a pair of very gentle eyes.

Suddenly, the person by the indoor window turned his head slightly and looked over.

With a slight movement in Zhuang Qingliu's heart, she stretched out her hand and pushed open the door. After approaching, she lowered her head to look. There was also a very obvious tenderness in those eyes that she felt had gentle outlines.

Mei Hualan didn't say anything when she saw her, she didn't seem to be surprised, she was still sitting there very quietly, with a log table in front of her, a few volumes of broken bamboo slips, a pen in her hand, it seemed that she was copying Organize the remnants of ancient books.

Mei's quiet room and the Book Collection Pavilion were connected together. In order to preserve the scrolls, special spirit techniques were used to keep the temperature and humidity inside, so the room was very warm. Zhuang Qingliu started to untie the cloak as soon as he entered.

Mei Hualan put down her pen, and took off her half-taken cloak with both hands, and tied it up gently: "Put it on, don't take it off."

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes moved, and she landed on the fragments of the ancient book she was copying. After reading it for a while, she asked straight to the point, "Are you here voluntarily or are you being punished?"

"Voluntary." False words.

"Why punish you?"

"Should be punished." The truth.

"If you are punished, do you still do it?"

"It must be done." Sincerely.

Zhuang Qingliu frowned silently and glanced at her several times.

Although Mei Siji worships blindly, she is right in saying that Mei Hualan is a gentleman, she does have her own reasons for doing things, and she is not a meddlesome person.

But such a person committed a crime knowingly because of her, and was punished because of her here.

Zhuang Qingliu leaned back on the table quietly, not knowing what he was thinking about. After lowering his head and thinking for a while, he looked at Mei Hualan and asked, "So who am I, Mr. Duanzhu?"

Mei Hualan unexpectedly lowered her head and wrote quietly: "Now you want to know?"

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly paused—although this person had never talked much, he was obviously very perceptive.

And I don't know why... She actually felt that this sentence should be answered cautiously.

After weighing it for a while, Zhuang Qingliu told her frankly: "When there are many things that you don't know or remember, people will feel uneasy, and I am no exception."

Mei Hualan raised her head seriously to look at her, her eyes gradually softened, but she didn't speak.Inexplicably, Zhuang Qingliu felt that she suddenly came alive.

What's happening here?She has been brewing for a long time, that's it?

Zhuang Qingliu reminded: "So who am I to you?"

Mei Hualan's pen that fell on the scroll did not move away: "Old friend."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Anyone who knows them can be said to be an old friend. It is hard to say that these two words are not generalizations... and perfunctory.

Zhuang Qingliu was really concerned about what Mei Hualan, a deliberate half-immortal, was thinking, because although she didn't know the reason, she just felt that this person wanted to keep her to live forever.

Otherwise, why would a person set up a formation by a lake in advance? It's hard to think about it.

She twitched her brows slightly, and said again: "No matter what kind of old friend, as you are, you don't need to get involved with me. It will only trouble you, not benefit you."

Mei Hualan didn't raise her head, and her voice was calm: "What is my identity?"

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her profile: "Recklessly intervening in a person's life also requires a great responsibility."

Mei Hualan looked away from the ancient book this time, and stared at Zhuang Qingliu with clear eyes without blinking: "How to be responsible?"

Zhuang Qingliu felt an indescribable subconscious throbbing in his heart, before he could speak, he hissed, and raised his hand to press down on his stomach that suddenly started to be lively and painful.

Mei Hualan's pen stopped just now, and she looked up at her face: "Didn't eat anything after waking up?"

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly didn't know what to say, and rolled his eyes at her.

Mei Hualan suddenly lowered her long eyelashes: "Then I am also responsible for this."

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu swept it away without a temper, and it happened that the half-immortal had two small plates of delicate flower cakes and milk cakes at hand, so she simply turned her head and brought them over.

Mei Hualan gently grasped her wrist, and with the other hand, she lowered her head and wrote two lines of words on a piece of slender origami paper. After writing, she put it into the water at hand. It floated neatly on the water, and then disappeared as if it melted.

This is a method of communication, Zhuang Qingliu looked at it for a while before thinking of anything: "By the way, if you are summoning that little follower named Si Ji, she may... er, I'm afraid she won't be able to come here right now."

Mei Hualan grabbed the pen, and suddenly raised an eyebrow at her meaningfully.

It was the first time Zhuang Qingliu saw her expression like this, she couldn't help getting up pretendingly, and subconsciously made up away from the table: "I didn't know what happened just now, when I woke up and walked around, those lotus flowers you raised in the lake suddenly turned Thinking is overwhelmed, probably because she keeps nagging me..."

As she was speaking, the three-foot-long hair behind her suddenly pulled the flower arrangement on the table, and dropped a bottle with a clatter.

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

She knew there would be a price to pay for having this hair.

Simply put, although the white porcelain bottle looks beautiful, it should not be expensive. Zhuang Qingliu stared down at the skeleton of the bottle, and was good at admitting his mistakes: "I can pay for it."

Mei Hualan just glanced at the ground and didn't say anything, and then Zhuang Qingliu's eyes blurred, and she saw a silver ribbon from nowhere, and then stretched out her hand without saying hello, and gently wrapped it around her neck. In this posture, she gathered her long hair behind her and tied it up.

For some reason, Zhuang Qingliu smelled the fragrance of flowers gently waving between her sleeves, and unexpectedly felt that this was a genuine... and long-lost hug.

She pursed her lips slightly, and her eyes fell on the long hair behind Mei Hualan: "Is this hair tie the same as yours?"

Mei Hualan first gave a succinct "um" and then added: "Don't lose it."

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her face: "Why? Isn't it very special?"

Plum Blossom Circle: "Very expensive."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Why is this man like this?Is everything written in the book false? !

Just at this time, the door was knocked lightly twice, and Mei Siye walked in with a tray, on which there was a pie, a cup of soup, a bowl of fragrant rice and two stacks of side dishes, which looked very delicate.

It's just that she turned a corner suddenly in the middle of walking, looked down at the ground and asked, "This bottle..."

"You don't need to worry about this, I'll take care of it." Mei Hualan raised her head and told her, "Go and see Siji."

"Siji is fine." He just didn't want to come over to deliver things.

Zhuang Qingliu always felt that he had overheard the second half of the girl's unspoken words, but it was possible that Mei Hualan had a soft and tranquil effect all over her body, and the junior disciples had always spoken concisely to her, so they didn't dare to babble.

Mei Hualan nodded, and after Mei Siye went out, she turned the page of the ancient scroll and said, "Let's eat."

Zhuang Qingliu walked around the tray: "I'm afraid those juniors are not so considerate, you prepared it for me in advance, right?"

Mei Hualan just gave a soft "hmm".

This person obviously talks little and likes to be alone, but every action and every word he speaks makes people feel good about him, no wonder he has a good reputation.

After Zhuang Qingliu looked at her carefully for a while, he sat across the table from her, picked up the chopsticks, and didn't even spare the soup.

The room became quiet, and light and shadow flowed on the ground.

From time to time, Mei Hualan slightly raised her eyelashes, glanced at her lightly, then quietly looked away, copying books quietly.

The sunlight on the orchid window quickly moved across one frame, and Zhuang Qingliu was just about to pack up the dishes and chopsticks after eating, when he saw a talisman by Mei Hualan's hand suddenly floated up automatically, and then ignited a blue aura in the air .

Mei Hualan raised her head and shouted: "Brother."

Mei Huazhou's voice sounded from the aura of the talisman: "Hua Lan, something happened to the Shangzi Pei family suddenly, and they sent a message to ask us for help."

Mei Hualan asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Mei Huazhou: "Following Mr. Pei's disappearance five days ago, Sovereign Pei also suddenly disappeared at midnight yesterday."