Green tea Bai Yueguang eloped with me

Han Ying stroked the auspicious cloud pattern on the cup wall with her finger, and said nostalgicly: "When I was young, my grandmother asked me to practice martial arts and calligraphy every day. If I didn't finish my homework, I would be fined to kneel in the ancestral hall. Those days were really hard.

You comforted me and said that it is no big deal to persevere.I always keep it in my heart, whenever I want to give up, I will think of your words.I was able to defeat Nanman and become the youngest general of the Nanya Forbidden Army. The first person I want to thank is you. "

"Brother Han, why should you be so polite to me?" Yu Anqing humbly agreed, but she didn't remember this incident at all.

If there is, he must not be comforting him when he was young, but disgusting.

Yu Anqing had a much harder childhood than Han Ying.On the surface, he is Yu Guogong's concubine son, so he can't study in an upright manner, and often trains late at night. In addition to learning classics, history and martial arts, he also needs to learn some unorthodox techniques such as assassination and disguise.

The master asked him to choose: to be a useless but comfortable bastard, or to be tempered and become a powerful existence?Yu Anqing chose the latter without hesitation, never complained, and walked firmly to the present.

He didn't have a good impression of Han Ying, he just remembered that he always liked to look for him since he didn't know when, which made the young masters and ladies of Duke Yu's descendants jealous, and wanted to trouble him especially.

Yu Anqing had suffered a few times, and when she saw Han Ying coming to the house, she would hide as much as she could, so as to reduce the number of encounters.

Their relationship, in Yu Anqing's view, is nothing more than a nodding acquaintance.Can't say I hate it, and I can't say I like it.

Han Ying hesitated to speak, but Yu Anqing interrupted: "Liang Jiang drank too much, do you want to send him back to his room first?"

His face was flushed, and he babbled from time to time, wondering what delicious food he dreamed of.

Han Ying thought to herself, it's not appropriate for Ah Mo to hear some words.

He picked him up by the waist, strode back to the wing, and gently put him on the bed.Kneeling down on one knee, carefully took off her shoes and socks, and covered her with a silkworm quilt.

Cheng Shenmo's sleeping appearance is as cute as a child's.Han Ying stretched out her hand and gently stroked her cheek, which was round and smooth, and said softly, "Sweet dream."

Han Ying exited the wing room, and the courtyard was empty.A note was pressed under the Qionghua Niang: Brother Han, Brother Yu is too tired to drink and is extremely sleepy, so he went back to his room to rest.The Qionghua wine is reserved for you to enjoy alone, and we will drink it together some other day.

A strong loss, like a piece of emptiness in my heart.

Yu Anqing's door was close at hand, but Han Ying didn't have the courage to knock on the door.

When Cheng Shenmo woke up, it was dark everywhere, and he didn't know the time.

He was so annoyed that he covered his face with his hands, it was embarrassing, too embarrassing.

He shook his head and stared in confusion, but he didn't feel dizzy and about to vomit. It was really good wine.He licked his lips, still wanting to drink.

There was the sound of whining flute, as if someone was whispering in the ear, telling the heavy and indelible longing.

Cheng Shenmo bent his knees and hugged his legs, resting his chin on his knees, listening attentively, moistening his eyes.When he thought of Master, the thought that he deliberately suppressed was like spring grass growing wildly after the rain, flooding his heart in an instant.

Cheng Shenmo wiped away his tears, opened the door and walked out.

The moonlight poured down, Yu Anqing was dressed in plain white clothes, her black hair was like ink clouds, the ends of her hair were faintly visible in the dark night, and the white of her body made her outline more clear and shimmering.

The cuffs of the obscene clothes were wide, layered on the arms, falling naturally, and gently swaying with the evening wind.The white forearm is not covered by sleeves, and the muscles are smooth, vividly showing the balance of strength and beauty.

In his hands, the long jade flute has become a fairy instrument in the sky, traveling through time and space, leading people into endless thoughts.

This song should only exist in the sky.Cheng Shenmo held his breath, not daring to disturb him.

After a while, the sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and Yu Anqing looked up at him.The curvature of the eyelids is like a outlined wave, and the eyes are full of moonlight.

Cheng Shenmo applauded the dolphins and praised: "The sound of the flute is so beautiful! An Qing plays it really well. In this life, no, I don't think I have heard such a moving flute sound in my previous life."

Yu Anqing remained silent, with a strange expression on her face.

Is my compliment not sincere enough?

Cheng Shenmo scratched the head of the chicken nest, and continued: "I'm not exaggerating. I haven't heard many flutes, but I have an appreciation. You are definitely a master-level flute player."

The corners of Yu Anqing's mouth twitched, her beautiful eyes were heavy, but she remained silent.

Cheng Shenmo was a little anxious.Did he not boast enough?

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the white flowers blooming in the corner of the wall. They were ethereal and beautiful, and they matched Yu Anqing very well.

Cheng Shenmo quickly snapped off one flower.

Yu Anqing blurted out the word 'don't', it was already too late.It is a precious epiphyllum, which only blooms at night, and the flowering period of just a few hours was shortened by Cheng Shenmo to a stick of incense.

He simply stopped talking, and wanted to see what absurd things this drunken rabbit could do.

Cheng Shenmo plucked all the five epiphyllums blooming in the corner of the wall, and pulled the vines that climbed the wall to form a bunch of epiphyllums.

The bouquet of big epiphyllum flowers stood upright in front of Yu Anqing.

"For you, musicians should get the most beautiful flowers." The black and white eyes contained sincere praise, and wanted to express the excitement of being simply moved by the music.

Some people once gave him gold, silver and jade hairpins, and some people gave him a car full of flowers. Most of those people were playboys, and they only liked his appearance. Yu Anqing only felt disgusted.

But at this moment, I feel joy in my heart.Yu Anqing thought, probably because he respected his music.

Then he laughed dumbfounded, even he thought it was absurd.

Yu Anqing took the bouquet of epiphyllum flowers, lowered her head and sniffed, her eyes were clear and elegant.

"Very fragrant, thank you."

Cheng Shenmo showed his dimples, and said happily, "Do you believe what I say?"

Yu Anqing was silent for a long time, then shook the instrument in her hand: "It's Xiao."

Cheng Shenmo: "Huh?"

"What I play is not a flute, but a Dong Xiao, a nine-section Dong Xiao." Yu Anqing explained helplessly.

Cheng Shenmo was dazed for a moment, then began to look around.

Yu Anqing frowned, teasingly said: "Connoisseur, what do you want to do?"

Cheng Shenmo: "I want to find a crack in the ground to get in."

Yu Anqing laughed out loud.

Cheng Shenmo hurriedly changed the subject, and asked courteously: "You play the flute in the middle of the night, can't you fall asleep?"

Yu Anqing acquiesced, he accepted the bed.

"I knew that you must have been bitten by mosquitoes and couldn't sleep. The courtyard is beautiful. There are too many mosquitoes. Wait for me."

Cheng Shenmo didn't wait for Yu Anqing to speak, and slid back into the room.

Turning the flute with fingers, Yu Anqing waited leisurely.Before nightfall, he asked his servants to smoke wormwood to repel mosquitoes. How could he be so stupid that he was woken up by mosquito bites?

Cheng Shenmo went back to the bedroom, grabbed the bed board with his head, and died.

The curtain had just been set up during the day, and it was difficult to take it down. Cheng Shenmo was reluctant, so he took the mosquito repellent lamp by the bedside, and found twenty mosquito cigarettes.

He gave these things to Yu Anqing: "The mosquito repellent lamp is new, and I have never used it. The mosquito smoke is homemade by me. It has no smoky smell, and it also has the effect of calming the nerves and helping sleep, which is very easy to use."

"Thank you." Yu Anqing accepted with a smile.

After the two chatted for a while, Yu Anqing went back to the bedroom, found a vase, filled it with water, inserted the epiphyllum, and placed it on the windowsill.

Thinking of the behavior of the stupid rabbit just now, I couldn't help laughing.

The mosquito smoke was ignited with a candle, and the slender smoke was ignited. Yu Anqing closed his eyes and rested, unconsciously falling asleep.

The next day, Cheng Shenmo was woken up, rubbed the chicken coop and opened the door to have a look.

Han Muyu put his hands on his hips and cursed aggressively, Yu Anqing's left face was red and swollen, and his expression was indifferent. Around them, white petals were scattered all over the ground.

Han Muyu was aggressive: "I took good care of these epiphyllums every day, and you picked all the flowers that bloomed with great difficulty. It's not polite to destroy things in other people's homes!"

Oops!Cheng Shenmo recalled the social death last night, and Yu Anqing was blamed for the stupid things he did while drunk.

He rushed up and stopped in front of Yu Anqing: "I picked those flowers. I don't care about Yu Anqing's affairs. If there is resentment, it will come to me."

Han Muyu snorted coldly, and said with a sneer, "I happen to see that you, a little rascal, are not pleasing to the eye, so you come here to beat yourself up."

Cheng Shenmo's almond eyes widened, and he bared his teeth: "I really like epiphyllum, so I won't miss the flowering period. You're looking for trouble on purpose, you tigress."

"You!" Han Muyu stomped his feet angrily, raising his hand to slap him.

Cheng Shenmo had been prepared for a long time, stepped back, and said mockingly, "It's rude of you to hit someone every now and then."

Where did Han Muyu feel so angry? He raised the corner of his skirt and kicked it very quickly.Cheng Shenmo jumped and narrowly dodged, and just about to be proud, he slapped him on the right cheek.

Cheng Shenmo burst into tears in an instant in pain, and big ones fell down. He covered his face with his left hand and right hand, and sobbed, "Damn, it hurts so much."

Yu Anqing's eyes darkened, and she said angrily, "Miss Mu Yu, you are going too far!"

"Hmph, what are you?" Han Muyu's disgust for Yu Anqing was palpable, even more so than Cheng Shenmo.

She doesn't care about epiphyllum, what Cheng Shenmo said is right, she just wants to take the opportunity to humiliate Yu Anqing, so what!

"You brought it to your door by yourself, you asked for it." Han Muyu put down his words and walked away with his sleeves shaken.

Yu Anqing raised Cheng Shenmo's chin and looked at it carefully. It was as swollen as a steamed bun. It might take several days for the swelling to subside.

His voice was very soft: "Why are you here to join in the fun? You don't know a little martial arts, Han Muyu slaps you, how can you stand it?"

"I'm sorry, Han Muyu didn't like me, and I caused you to be beaten."

Looking at Yu Anqing up close, she doesn't even have pores, she is as white and smooth as the finest suet jade.The red five fingers are printed on it, which is especially terrifying.

Cheng Shenmo was full of apologies, what a beautiful face, it hurt the beauty.

The breath of Cheng Shenmo's words gently hit Yu Anqing's cheek.Eyelashes stained with tears, like crystals, shone with fine light.

Yu Anqing's heart tightened, she retracted her fingers and hid them in her sleeves, the warm and soft touch remained on her fingertips.The little rabbit has a fleshy chin, how about pinching his face?

He took a step back and touched his hot cheek: "Brother Liangjiang, there is no need to blame yourself. Han Muyu has always looked at me disliked, even disgusted, so he just used it to play."

Cheng Shenmo was very moved: An Qing is really gentle, kind, and understanding. In order not to make him blame himself, he deliberately found a reason to comfort him. The little angel is right.

He brought a small round mahogany box and said, "The ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis I made is very useful."

A small piece of white grease.Yu Anqing dabbed a little and wiped it on her cheeks.

Cheng Shenmo smiled, patted the stone bench, and motioned him to sit down: "You painted the wrong place. Let me paint it for you. My technique is professional."

Yu Anqing raised her eyebrows, a successful smile flashed in her eyes, and she could pinch the rabbit's cheek.

"We help each other. I help my brother apply the medicine, and my brother helps me apply the medicine."

Cheng Shenmo shook his head and said with disgust, "Your level is not as good as mine."

Yu Anqing: Stupid rabbit.

The author has something to say: An Qing blows the flute and waits for the rabbit.