Beautiful sister? The people in the pavilion immediately looked at me, and I looked at your surprised and confused expression. However, the voice of this fairy girl is really very good!
"Prince..." Mu Youluo stood up in a daze, looking at the couple in front of him suddenly appearing. For a moment, he felt panicked and confused, as if he didn't know how to respond to the other party.
"Miss Mu, you are here too." Han Junchen walked up to the front and threw out a bright and lively smile. This simple sentence was finally selected by him after thinking countless sentences when he came over.
Han Junchen's greeting made Mu Youluo come back to his senses, and he hurriedly calmed his mind and lowered his head slightly, "Prince, Mr. Han."
Mu Ge nodded slightly: "Miss Mu is so happy today."
Mu Youluo smiled and said, "It's just a ritual. I wonder if the prince is willing to be with us and be with us for a ritual?"
Mu Ge glanced at Han Junchen, looked sideways and smiled at Ming Xixi, "Fifth Sister, do you want to be with them?"
With only one side of his eyes and smiled, the coldness on his face instantly turned into soft fingers, which was obviously felt by others. Mu Youluo's heart was suddenly cut into a knife and her face turned pale again.
Ming Xixi didn't know that the daughter of the city lord had deep love for Muge, and nodded and smiled, "Okay, it's fun to have more people."
Mu Youluo's best friend said, "Can girls write poetry? We are playing the competition to enjoy the plum blossoms and write poetry."
Ming Xixi said: "Does every poem be centered on plums? If you say the previous sentence, I will continue the next sentence?"
"Yes, if a girl is timid, she can be a listener." The sister in the boudoir said, unable to hide a hint of contempt in her words.
Ming Xixi seemed to be unaware of it, and smiled and said, "Okay, I'll try it." He turned to Han Junchen and said, "Student Han, you come too, it's fun to have too many people."
Han Junchen immediately became overwhelmed. In the past, when he was in class, he was most afraid of ancient poetry. This little girl didn't open the pot and brought it to him, and was helping him to make a fool of himself in front of Mu Youluo.
He quickly pretended to be modest and said, "I won't play anymore. You guys play, I'll be the referee."
Mu Youluo smiled sweetly, looked at Mu Ge and said, "Prince, aren't you with us?"
Mu Ge said lightly: "It is more appropriate for me to be an admirer."
Mu Youluo said: "Since there are new people joining, we will start the dragon race again. The rule is that each person responds with one sentence, and a cycle of reincarnation needs to become a poem containing plum blossoms. Let me start first."
After a slight pause, his eyes fell lightly on Xixi's face and said softly: "Several plum branches under Qingluan Peak."
"I'm going to check it out when I'm going to flower time." My best friend Jia continued.
"Don't be afraid of the jealousy of Changzhou." My best friend B met.
Everyone looked at the newly joined Ming Xixi, and saw her answering: "It's good for you to open this year."
Ning Zi couldn't help but smile. The little girl is a panacea. It's really hard for these women to make things difficult for her.
Mu Youluo pondered for a moment and said, "I can endure the snow and frost in the world,"
Best friend Jia: "The flowers on your head will smell fragrant first."
Best friend B: "The breeze has its own fairy bones,"
Ming Xixi thought for a while and said, "Leng Yan is better to go to Yutang."
"Okay! It's a great deal!" The young men watching couldn't help but applaud. This girl with a fairy beauty is both talented and rare.
A cold wind blew, and the plum blossoms beside the pavilion fell into the pavilion one after another. Mu Youluo wanted to make things difficult for the other party and said, "Miss Ming is here..."
Ming Xixi suddenly turned around and saw Mu Ge, Ning Zi and others, with frost and cold faces on their faces. The four guards of the royal palace pressed the scabbard with their hands, their expressions were condensed, and they were about to break out at any time.
"Okay, why don't I read a poem for everyone." Ming Xixi turned around and said with a smile, "White olls asked me to be moored by a lonely boat, whether it is your body or your heart? If the heart is left, why do you lock your eyebrows? The wind slapped the curtains and the lights were dancing, and the idle shadows were cold and clear, and I remember the old trip. Are the old trips now? Flowers outside the building, willows under the boat. Dreams are also dreams, but I can't dream, the cold water flows in the air. The yellow clouds are wet with kapok fur. Everyone says that no one is sad like me, and tonight there are plum blossoms, which are sad like me."
"Swoosh, swoosh"! Several cold arrows flew from nowhere. "Cang, swimmer" sounded several times, Muge fired several palms, and the fierce palm wind slashed the cold arrow, falling beside everyone, shocking the people in the pavilion screamed and hugged them.
"Thorn, assassin!" A young man shivered all over his body and was about to run away. Ming Xixi flew out and blocked him with a long sleeve. Yin Tian smiled without any grief: "If you want your son to die, stay here, don't run anywhere."
"Fifth sister, be careful!" The cold arrows flying from all directions shot into the pavilion as if they were flying. Muge's palms continued to slash the cold arrows that kept flying.
Ming Xixi brushed his two flying sleeves, brushed all the men and women in the pavilion on the ground, turned their bodies and danced, and all the cold arrows fell into the fox fur. His eyes looked slightly cold, and he threw them out, shouting: "Give them back to you!"
Dozens of cold arrows reflected from the pavilion and shot to the southeast. A few muffled groans came immediately, and red clothes fell from the hidden forest and stone. Looking around, there were no tourists. A group of red masked men flew out from four directions, and the swords in their hands reflected a dazzling light under the reflection of the snow.
Mu Youluo raised her eyes and saw Mu Ge alone in the battle with six. She thought that she had learned some fist skills and got up from the ground to rush over to help her. But she walked out of the pavilion and came to face her with a sword, which scared her to dodge quickly, but the speed of the sword was faster than hers. It was about to pierce her waist. A strong internal force rushed towards her, shaking the long sword in the hand of the man in red masked. Han Junchen fell beside Mu Youluo and supported her slender waist and said with concern: "Miss Mu is okay, right?"
Mu Youluo breathed a sigh of relief with trembling heart: "I'm fine. Mr. Han, go and help the prince."
Han Junchen reminded: "Don't leave the pavilion, be obedient." After that, he turned around and went to kill the enemy.
Mu Youluo was a little stunned and a little embarrassed. Mr. Han's tone was like the love of a lover. Looking back at the trembling young masters crawling on the ground, he couldn't help but sneer.
Looking outside again, there was chaos, and many men in red masks appeared from somewhere. The prince, his friends and guards, fought fiercely in one-on-one matches. Mu Youluo's eyes suddenly focused on the goose yellow figure.
I saw that the girl seemed to be covered with a hazy halo, with a light and elegant shape, and extremely beautiful. A sword was slashing around her fingers, and the sword was extremely sharp. Every time the sword moved, a man in red masked was knocked down. Even so, there was still a continuous stream of man in red masked.
I was secretly surprised that this Ming girl was so skillful. When I thought about it, what I learned was just embroidered fists and legs, and I couldn't get into the class. The celestial and man-like posture, outstanding talent, and amazing martial arts. Such a perfect woman, so what if she was a flower in Kangcheng? I couldn't help but feel sad. How many men in the world have met such a woman but didn't love her?
While Mu Youluo was sad in her heart, she watched the killing situation outside Qingmei Pavilion. At this time, there was another change. A group of masked men in black emerged from somewhere and rushed up to become enemies with the masked men in red everywhere.