Sword three one evening flower blooms

Walking alone, the disciples who passed by occasionally laughed and talked happily, and walked together. For some reason, she suddenly felt a little sad in her heart.Just want to be alone for a while.

Walking and walking, unexpectedly came to the cliff next to Luoxing Lake.A slender waterfall looked down like flying, hit the rocks and splashed thousands of water splashes, converging into a river and flowing slowly.

Hua Banque found a big rock and was just about to sit down, but suddenly heard a melodious flute sound, clear and light like an illusion mixed with the sound of water, far or near.Not knowing that there are still people here, she couldn't help being a little curious, and couldn't help but walked over.

But I saw a man in black clothes standing on the edge of the cliff, with black hair like ink, sleeves flying, and the white jade flute between his fingers was as clear as crystal, but it was Mo Danqing.

Hua Banque quietly hid behind the big tree, watching him secretly.

His handsome cheeks are as white as snow, red lips are as thin as cicada wings, the bridge of his nose is as high as a peak, and his brows are as soft as a faint ink painting. Accompanied by the sound of a flute, there is a feeling of being in a painting, so beautiful that it is not like the world.

Qingqing Zijin, caress my heart, but for the sake of the king, I have pondered it so far.

Hua Banque's heart couldn't help but skipped a beat, she couldn't help but stare at it, in a trance, she casually put her hand on a branch and touched a furry thing, she glanced at it and jumped up in fright: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahh..."

Startled, Mo Danqing put down the flute in his hand and looked over. Seeing her jumping up and down in panic, he couldn't help saying: "Teacher, what are you doing?"

Hua Banque shook it off, walked into him with a smile, and said, "Hehe...that... there are bugs."

He stroked the jade flute and asked softly, "Why did you come here?"

Hua Banque rubbed his nose, and replied honestly: "I was just walking casually, but when I heard the sound of a flute, which was playing very nicely, I couldn't help running here."

He turned a blind eye to her flattery, put the Xuefeng Bingwang flute into his waist, and then stretched out his hand to her, "Let's go..."

Hua Banque was taken aback, "Where are you going?"

His broad hands wrapped hers, and a trace of warmth came from his palms, warm and cozy.She couldn't help but look up at him, and called softly: "Master..."

"En." He didn't look sideways, but gave a soft acknowledgment, and walked to the steps down the mountain step by step. The road was full of fragrant grass and winding ancient trees, and there was an indescribable tranquility.

There seems to be a strange feeling in my heart, like eating sugar, sweet.All the confusion and fear settled down like a falling stone.

Hua Banque couldn't help but clenched his hand, rolled his eyes with a smile, "Master, where are we going..."

He looked down at her, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and tapped her nose lightly, "Go home..."

The breeze in the forest was blowing, and the purple ink sleeves floated up slightly, revealing a pair of clenched hands faintly. In the afterglow of the setting sun, there was an indescribable warmth.

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The next morning, Hua Banque got up early.After making breakfast, he gently put it into the master's room. There was a screen of red plums and falling snow in front of his bed, as if he was still sleeping.

Today, I have a class with Uncle Mo debt, so it's better to have fewer problems.Hua Banque closed the door gently, not caring about eating.Hastily ran towards the direction of the house.

When she arrived at the Biruo Zhai, the study room hadn't opened yet, so she waited at the door for a while, and then saw Hua Jian walking over with a sleepy yawn, rubbing her eyes.Seeing her, he shouted in surprise: "Senior sister, it's so early!"

Hua Banque saw that his hair was in a mess, as if he hadn't combed it, his clothes were wrinkled, and even the belt on the button of the clothes was tied wrongly.Seeing that he looked lost in the lake, she couldn't help but stepped forward to help him straighten things out, and asked, "When will the study open? Where's Mr. Mo debt?"

Huajian seemed to be embarrassed by her, her cheeks turned red.Hearing this, he quickly took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and said, "Oh, I have the keys here, I will open the door." Then he hurriedly opened the door, pulled her in, and said, "Sister, my master is still sleeping Yes, I'll be here in a while. I'll give you the book first. Nuonuo, this is the Three Character Classic, this is the Book of Songs, and this, by the way, Senior Sister, can you write?"

Hua Jian put a handful of books in her hand, blinked her eyes and asked.

"Yes," Hua Banque replied, "It's just that it doesn't look good."

"Don't worry." Hua Jian raised her head and clapped her hands and said, "I can write beautiful characters, but if you don't know how to do it, senior sister, I will teach you."

"En." Hua Banque nodded and agreed with a smile.

Hua Jian pulled the hem of her clothes, glanced at her secretly, twisted her fingers suddenly, and called out in a low voice: "Senior sister."

"En?" Hua Banque tidied up the desk and answered.

"That..." He lowered his head, his ears were red as if they were burning, and muttered, "Senior Sister...can you...comb my hair..."

She was taken aback, and couldn't help saying: "You won't?"

"En." He nodded, and said with red cheeks, "My master has always combed my hair for me. I don't know how to do it."

"That's it." Hua Banque thought for a while, then took out a small wooden comb from the small pocket at his waist.The wooden comb is made of peach wood. After combing the hair for a long time, there will be a faint fragrance. The wooden comb is carved as delicate as a crescent moon, and the word "Xi" is engraved on the back, which is small and concise.

It was carved and given to her by Uncle Wen himself on her birthday.Hua Banque loves it so much that he wears it all the time.The faint fragrance of mahogany lingered at the tip of her nose, and she couldn't help but her eyes darkened.

After a while, she raised her head and smiled, and said, "Okay."

Huajian happily rubbed against her.Turning his back to her, he said, "Senior sister, you are so kind. Hee hee..."

Hua Banque stroked his smooth hair, and said softly, "But I don't know how to style men's hairstyles, why don't I help you with the same hairstyle as mine, and when Mr. Mo debt arrives, let him do it. okay?"

"Enn, anyway, I'm prettier than girls, Senior Sister, just look at it."

Hua Banque couldn't help laughing, loosened his hair, tied a bunch with one hand, straightened it gently, and said, "Huajian's hair is so beautiful, even better than girls' hair."

"That's right." Hua Jian rubbed her face and said, "My master said, the more beautiful a boy is, the better, the best. Everything on his body is better than a girl's."

"Why?"

"The master said that girls love beauty very much. If I look good, girls will like me, so I don't have to worry about not having a daughter-in-law."

"Pfft." Hua Banque couldn't help laughing, tied his hair up high and tied it with a hair tie.There were two strands of hair hanging down from his temples, making his small face extremely delicate, even more dazzling than a girl's.

He heard Hua Banque laugh, turned his head dissatisfied, and said, "Am I not good-looking?"

"It's beautiful." She covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

"Does the senior sister like me?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at me with bright eyes.

Hua Banque was stunned for a moment, seeing that his eyes were as bright as stars, she couldn't help but nodded.

Hua Jian touched her face happily, with a smug face, she said, "Master is right, yes, I must take good care of my face."

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Hua Banque lowered her head and touched his smooth hair, it was soft, as if a part of her heart had softened.

"Hmm." Suddenly there was a coughing sound, Hua Banque turned around, and saw Mr. Mo debt standing outside the door, staring at Huajian's hair, as if he had seen something extraordinary. The mouth is wide open.

She suppressed a smile, stood aside, and shouted: "Master Uncle, good morning."

"Master, master, you're up!" Hua Jian slid in front of him like a fish, hugging his arm coquettishly.

"You, you, you..." Mo Tiao stared at him, "However you comb a girl's hair, you are not afraid of being laughed at."

"Hmph, I'm happy." Mo Tiao curled his lips and sat up on his own.

Mo Tiao saw that Hua Banque was standing by the side, his face looked better, he coughed a few times, walked to the desk, held a pen in his hand, and asked: "Your master said that you have studied, so I will press the book I’m here to teach you about my son’s schedule, if you don’t know how to do it, please ask me again.”

"Yes." She replied, thinking, isn't it so weird that this person is serious.Then she sat straight beside Huajian and opened the book.

"Come on, write a few words for me." Holding the book in his hand, he came to her side.

Hua Banque froze upon hearing the words, clenched the pen in his hand, twitched the corners of his mouth, and did not move.

He frowned and asked, "No?"

"No, it's just a little ugly."

He was definitely looking at her, Hua Banque had no choice but to swipe his pen, get some ink on it, lift up his sleeve, and write his name on the rice paper.The crooked handwriting looked like a reptile, which made him frowned deeply. He shook his head and said, "It's a waste of this paper."

Hua Banque pursed her lips. Uncle Wen taught how to read. He knew she didn't like writing. Uncle Wen spoiled her, so he wouldn't blame her too much.So even though her handwriting was ugly, she didn't care at all, and said casually, "It's virtue for a woman to be ignorant."

"Nonsense." He flicked his sleeves and glared at her angrily, as if he hated iron for being weak.Enduring it, she turned around and took out a thick copybook from the desk, put it in front of her, and said coldly, "Write carefully for me stroke by stroke. If you can't write well, you don't have to eat lunch."

Hua Banque rubbed his nose, people depend on food, I write.

Hua Jian stuck out her tongue at her, causing Mo Shen to roll his eyes.

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The afternoon sun was shining brightly.

When Hua Banque wrote with sore hands and back pain, Mo Tiao and Hua Jian had already returned full of food.She respectfully handed in what she thought was a good copybook, but Mo Tiao gave him a disdainful look.

Alas, then I have no other choice, she is really not good at writing.Hua Banque looked at him helplessly.Hua Jian pulled his hand, and Mo Tiao immediately turned around, pretending not to see it.Huajian tugged again, and softly called out: "Master..."

Mo Tiao shook his body, waved his hands, and shook his sleeves, "Go, go."

"Master is the best." Huajian cheered and hurriedly pulled Hua Banque away, and said to her while walking, "Senior sister, let's go quickly, go to Sanxing to watch the moon."

Unexpectedly, Huajian is a small person, but his steps are big. Hua Banque was dragged by his tuoto and couldn't run him, so he couldn't help shouting: "What's the matter, Huajian?"

"I promise..." Huajian looked at her, rolled her eyes, held her hand, never letting go, and said, "You'll know when you go, let's go."

It doesn't always feel good.Hua Banque silently followed him up the long stone ladder, but saw many Wanhua disciples standing on Sanxing Mochiyue. The brothers and sisters who usually smiled gently, for some reason, stood aside, frowning deeply. In a word.

The author has something to say: When I played this game for the first time, I was Wanhua.