The sky was surprisingly clear and the sun was blazing. Mengzhu took Zhu Yongxing's hand and walked to the grove by the river. Here you can see the star-like wild flowers in the grass not far away showing off their colors, and the fragrant smell lingers
It dissolves and evaporates in the scorching heat. Indistinct voices can be heard in the distance, making the place seem even more quiet.
The two of them sat on a rock, leaning against the tree behind them, and the distance they kept allowed them to hold hands easily without being so close. Occasionally, the wind blew over, and the leaves of the trees rustled for a while, making the two of them chatter.
People feel light and relaxed.
"Since the age of eleven, A'Zhu and many other sisters in the tribe are not allowed to participate in the flower dance." Meng Zhu smiled bitterly with a hint of regret, tilted her head and said: "They are all locked up in the bamboo building, and Daddy is still
I sent someone to watch, but I could only hear the music and noise in the distance, it was really boring."
"It's really a pity that Ah Zhu is good at singing and dancing, but he can't show it." Zhu Yongxing comforted him casually, but his mind was thinking about what happened after entering Yunnan. Searching for information in his memory, he tried to intervene in the gaps in history.
, so as to obtain the results that are most beneficial to you.
Mengzhu blinked her eyes, jumped up a little naughtily, and started singing and dancing in front of Zhu Yongxing.
"I love to sing songs after sitting for a long time, and I love to grind ink when writing. I grind ink to write fine characters, and sing songs to relax my heart. I can listen to my sister singing and the man can sing, and I can listen to the wind blowing and the wood can be played. I can catch the song with a quick mouth.
Come and sing, don't let the wind cool you..." With the melodious and soft singing voice, Mengzhu showed off her charming dance posture to Zhu Yongxing.
The dance was very beautiful. Zhu Yongxing put aside his worries for the time being and kept admiring him. Mengzhu held up the palm of his hand, which was lowered, and tried to push it back with the other hand that was lowered, and also made a motion of throwing up one of her calves. Her calves were weak.
She is very charming and has a graceful figure. The silver bracelets on her wrists and ankles make a crisp sound when she dances, which makes her even more beautiful.
"A good man and a good woman will live a long and lasting life for thousands of years; they will become mandarin ducks, mountains and seas, and they will consolidate into a luan and a phoenix and the earth will last forever." Mengzhu's dance ended. She took Zhu Yongxing's hand, looked at Zhu Yongxing and sang with a smile: "Listen to my sister singing.
The man also sang, and what he cultivated in the previous life is still applicable. The man did not speak, but the girl was panicked, for she was afraid that she would be worthy of the man."
This girl, knowing that I'm not good at it, deliberately used antiphonal songs to tease and test me. Zhu Yongxing smiled awkwardly, intending to say a few words about each other's vows, but felt that it was too vulgar and disgraceful.
Mengzhu's eyes were clear and soft, like the sea water in the morning light, which Zhu Yongxing couldn't help but be deeply attracted to. In the sound of running water, under the shade of trees, and in the breeze, eyes had replaced words, making spiritual contact.
Zhu Yongxing became a little panicked. He was not a saint who could sit still. He could not resist the magic in his eyes. He felt that every cell in his body was trembling under the impulse of inexplicable waves of happiness. He opened his arms and couldn't say anything.
It was Mengzhu who rushed over, or he took Mengzhu into his arms, and the two hugged each other tightly.
The warm body in his arms makes the whole world become radiant. Of course, that should be Zhu Yongxing's spiritual world. A mysterious emotion is immersed in his blood. Hugging each other, whispering, the beauty of Mengzhu
And gentleness seemed to purify Zhu Yongxing's thoughts and feelings, increase his courage and strength, and make his struggle feel more meaningful.
Fight with great passion, kill with great joy, love with passion, and have no regrets! Life itself is a kind of gamble, and love is even more so. No one can predict the future, no one knows
Will my choice at this time be right or wrong a few years later?
But when love comes, the most important thing to do is to have no regrets, don't let go of every opportunity, and don't have the courage to pursue love because it may burn us. At least it will give us good memories when we are old.
, at least she will let us tell ourselves that I once loved.
Zhu Yongxing held Mengzhu in his arms and made up his mind to be the patron saint of this pure and beautiful girl, to make her happy all her life, to make him and her descendants happy. And only by creating a world of freedom and happiness
, he, she, and thousands of other people can get what they want.
Zhu Yongxing was not born with the ambition to change the world. Forced by the environment, his own safety, and linked to his personal happiness, this courage to turn things around will grow day by day until it becomes something that he will fight heroically for his whole life.
the ultimate goal.
"My dear, go to the flower room
Roses bloom, delicate and charming
Honey, open your mouth
Indulge in the fragrance of flowers and feel like the rain is flying
In the blink of an eye, the rain flowers dispersed
The earthly world is tossing and turning but I don’t feel tired yet
There's no right or wrong, don't worry
The spring of love is full of tears
We both spread our wings gracefully under the shade of drunken flowers
Keep this spring in the world
Don't worry anymore
How many tears in a lifetime
Let’s face it all with joy and laughter
We both were so drunk that we didn’t notice the red leaves falling
Don't forget how old this spring is
In the mortal years
Leave worldly affairs behind
I will float away with you without any regrets."
In the deliberately low-pitched man's singing, Mengzhu nestled in Zhu Yongxing's arms intoxicatedly, her two big eyes dazzling with eager light. Her expression, her demeanor, her snickering, and her shyness were all there.
Describe the characteristics of a girl who is deeply in love.
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Tenderness and relaxation are short-lived. In a situation where the future is uncertain and the road is long, it may be a way to relieve Zhu Yongxing's heavy pressure, but it will never become his entire pursuit.
The closer relationship made Mengzhu not only a reliable bridge of communication between Zhu Yongxing and the Mengshan Croats, but also gradually became an indispensable confidential secretary for Zhu Yongxing. Writing calligraphy is currently an insurmountable difficulty for Zhu Yongxing.
, Mengzhu is the key to solving this difficulty, and is currently the only writer Zhu Yongxing can trust.
The identity of the clan is extremely important. Although Zhu Yongxing is worried about being a guilty thief, he has a clear understanding and can only pretend to be brave. Time waits for no man. It is admirable to fight from the bottom, but the situation that the building is about to collapse does not leave any trace.
Give Zhu Yongxing plenty of time.
By now, Zhu Yongxing should be glad that no officials from the imperial court were accompanying him, otherwise he didn't know if anyone would expose him, and he didn't know if he could be ruthless enough to implement his current plan by killing people to silence him.
As for the eunuch Zhao Guowei, he must exist as a witness. Zhu Yongxing deliberately asked the patriarch Siwei to place him elsewhere and try not to have direct contact with him first. The message given to Zhao Guowei was also what Zhu Yongxing hoped he would believe and asked him to trust him in the future.
conveyed.
God bless! Let everything begin with the light and blood of the sword! A few days later, Zhu Yongxing came out of the village under the escort of a strong group of fierce mountain tribes and walked farther and farther along the mountain road. He couldn't help but look back.