Stealing Heart Pavilion Master Can't Get Away

He looked at the crystal clear liquid in the white porcelain cup that swayed slightly with his movements. After a long time, he said lightly, "Love is love."

After speaking, he drank the slightly spicy liquid in the cup in one gulp. It was already the twelfth lunar month, and the weather was already cold. The scorching heat in his stomach made him feel a little comfortable.

Although he likes to drink, he seldom drinks, because he feels that if he drinks too much, he will be prone to cranky thoughts.He looked at the empty wine glass, and stared at the unflowered merlin with erratic eyes, as if he was in deep thought.

Some people are just that, love is love, and it is impossible to say why.Just like he is to Mu Ge, he doesn't know why, he will fall in love with someone like him.He looks gentle, but he is deep-minded, cold, suspicious, and ambitious.

According to his temperament, Mu Ge is undoubtedly the most unsuitable type of person, but he just loves it, and loves it deeply.

He never thinks about why he fell in love with Mu Ge, he just thinks that if he loves, he is in love, as long as he loves with all his heart.

Love is love. Wen Qing thought about this sentence in his heart for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out. He really didn't understand such a vague generalization.With puzzled eyes, he asked Sufeng: "I just don't understand why I love you. If you say that, I still don't understand." At this time, he didn't regard Sufeng as a prime minister at all, and he didn't know why.

Sufeng poured himself another glass of wine: "Because I like it."

Wen Qing understands this meaning somewhat. His understanding is that what Sufeng said about liking is like liking something, and he will like it more and more, and gradually become fond of it. Could it be that his relationship with the emperor is also in this way.

He has never loved, so he doesn't know what kind of emotion love is.Ever since he saw the gentle and calm Mu Ge, who showed sadness for the man in front of him, he was a little curious about such feelings.

There is no love in his family. He grew up in the struggle between his mother and aunts, and his father was rarely seen, so he didn't know how to love at all, and he never felt the feeling of being loved. .Whenever he looks at the friendship between Sufeng and Mu Ge, he has a longing for love.

There is always some wind in winter, even if the sun is shining brightly, it will be accompanied by cold wind.

The clear and cold wind is mixed with a trace of Sufeng's familiar smell, which only belongs to him.The corner of Sufeng's mouth twitched slightly, and asked Wenqing lightly: "Then do you like me?" He saw a trace of purple clothes flashing past the door stop, and then backed away.

Wen Qing was taken aback for a moment, his black eyes flashed blankly, thought for a moment, and smiled leisurely: "Why do you like it? If you don't hate it, if you have a good impression, it should be considered a liking."

Although there was no purple skirt in sight, the faint sandalwood fragrance was still mixed in the wind. Sufeng's sense of smell was better than ordinary people's, and he could smell it, but Wenqing didn't.

Sufeng drank the wine in the glass casually, put down the wine glass and said to Wen Qing: "Are you good at rhythm?"

When he suddenly changed the subject, Wen Qing froze for a moment, then smiled gently: "It's not really good at being good at it, I just know a little bit about it, and I prefer the flute."

With silver hair flying, Sufeng's gestures and gestures are extremely elegant and serene, even a simple movement of pouring wine looks very quiet.

Wen Qing was a little puzzled why he asked, but now he was a little crazy.From the first time he saw him, he felt that he was the kind of quiet and indifferent person who could not be ignored.

At this moment, I really feel that he is the kind of person who can fascinate people with every gesture.

After filling the wine for himself, Su Feng held up the glass and shook it, and said casually to Wen Qing: "You play the flute, how about I dance the sword for you?"

Wen Qing was puzzled: "Why dance sword for me?"

Sufeng put down his wine glass and said softly: "Because I like it." The voice was a little erratic, as if it was said to Wen Qing, but it seemed that it was not meant for him.

Wenqing didn't speak, Sufeng took it as his agreement, and called Qingyun beside him: "Go and get my flute and sword." Qingyun was about to leave in response, he glanced at Mei Lin and said: "Take the flute the day before yesterday. Send my tiger-skin blanket to spread in the plum forest."

Both Qingyun and Wenqing were a little puzzled, why the tiger skin blanket was spread in the plum grove, but seeing Sufeng's expression was indifferent, although they were puzzled, they didn't ask.

After a while, Qingyun fetched the flute and sword, handed the flute to Wenqing, put the sword on the table in front of Sufeng, and turned around to get the tiger skin blanket.

Su Feng drew out his sword and walked out of the pavilion slowly, looking at Wen Qing with light blue eyes.

Wenqing realized it, put the flute to her lips, and the sound of the flute was melodious.

The plain silver hair danced with the wind, and became more elegant with the movements, and the long sword drew a dazzling sword flower with the sound of the flute.His body is elegant and elegant, and his long sword dance is very beautiful. At first glance, he feels very gentle, but when he looks closely, he feels that his moves are sharp. With his movements, the blade of the sword shines with dazzling rays of light in the sun.

He always looks so untouched by the world. I really didn't expect that his swordsmanship is so good. It looks gentle, but it is a deadly move.

The sound of the flute is melodious, the sword flower is gentle and sharp, what a harmonious scene.Mu Ge stood at the gate of the courtyard, clenched his fists tightly, exuding a cold aura around him.

Such a Ye Sufeng has never danced a sword for him.As he watched and listened, his expression became more and more gloomy.

Wen Qing didn't know martial arts, but he could tell that Sufeng's swordsmanship was very good, coupled with his graceful posture, the flute in his hand stopped, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.The sword in Sufeng's hand went up to his throat, stopped, put away, and his movements were still graceful.

Standing in the sunlight, his body seemed to be coated with a cluster of golden halos, making him look holy and pure.

Sufeng's light blue eyes swept towards the door unintentionally, and clearly felt the coldness and anger coming from there.

He felt that angering Mu Ge was also an interesting thing, but it was limited to anger that would not hurt him.

He felt that Mu Ge was not really angry at this time, he was just jealous.

The corners of Sufeng's mouth curled up slightly, he was jealous, only this tiger skin blanket was useful.