Li Luo smiled, but Concubine Yun's words were still full of hatred. Although the two of them guessed that no assassins disturbed them when they were recuperating in the village that day, and most of them were Confucian scholars and monks who secretly helped. However, Concubine Yun's resentment could not go away. Even though she was kind, she still couldn't.
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Concubine Yun asked herself: "If we can find a place where these people can't ambush, or if we can get out, how can we hide it from them?"
Li Luo pretended to be mysterious and said: "It's here now, please be careful."
Concubine Yun glared at Li Luo, and then said in frustration: "I won't guess anymore, it's up to you."
The boat drifted down with the current. Half a mile away, the shore was covered with reeds, which had already withered and turned yellow in late autumn.
The small boat in which Li Luo and Concubine Yun were riding drifted into the reeds and disappeared for a long time.
After a long time, the withered yellow reeds suddenly caught fire. The fire was very strong, and the smoke was even worse. With the northwest wind, it drifted eastward along the Qinghe River.
Concubine Li Luoyun and Concubine Li Luoyun, who had just driven into the reeds, seemed to be frightened. They hurriedly swung out of the reeds, but they were a little flustered. They were in the same direction as the wind. It was faster to go so fast, but they were covered by thick smoke, which was very miserable.
bitter.
The small boat was looming in the thick smoke, and when the wind blew, the figures of the two people on the boat could occasionally be seen, but upon closer inspection, it was not clear.
On the other side of the Qinghe River, under the willow trees.
A hand seems not to be a thing in the world, and it is difficult to say whether it is carved with gold or jade. It is like a clear cloud on the pillow of the bright sun in the quicksand of thousands of miles, covered with a faint mist of clouds. It is soft but not weak, and seems to have endless magic power.
Generally, one hand can be used to cover the sun.
The hands are long and slender, with round jade beads, white and transparent, but the blush is still there, leaving only a bit of human fireworks in this illusion.
At first glance, this hand should not be born among all things. It has exhausted the creation of heaven and earth. If it were placed anywhere, it would be awkward and extremely regrettable.
If you look at it again, you will suddenly realize that there is finally a divine pen that enlightens the world. It is not the place you pass that stains your jade hands, but your hands that purify every bit of mundane world.
This hand gently brushed away the willow branches shed by the weeping willows on the shore. There were not many willow leaves left, but with just a gentle brush from this hand, they seemed to have the color of the scenery slowly, and the willow branches suddenly came to life.
, gently placed on the hand, drunk on the branches and fascinated by the clear river.
Under the weeping willow, the back of a woman stood quietly by the tree. She was wearing a green Taoist robe. If the shoulders were cut, the green clothes flowed straight down, like a waterfall in the forest, going straight down the stream and falling into the deep pool.
Inside, smoke and clouds burst out, as confusing as fog, as illusionary as a mirage.
Before I got close, I could vaguely feel a cool and sweet mist drifting into my mouth and nose. There was no floral fragrance, but there was an elegance and quietness that was hard to match.
The blue stream fell freely, and when it reached the feet, the hem of the clothes moved slightly, as if the green waterfall had woven into a screen, connecting the sky and the earth. Everything in the screen, including the treetops, blue birds and flying fish, and the flowing clouds reflecting the water, all seemed quiet.
, on the contrary, only this back figure is alive, ever-changing and elusive.
A few feet away from the back of the figure, there stood an old man with a childlike face. At first glance, he was just a thin man. His clothes were fluttering. If it hadn't been blown away by the wind, it would be doubtful that there was no flesh and blood under the black clothes.
The eyes are long and slender, as if they have experienced all kinds of things in the world and read thousands of emotions, and they inadvertently reveal love, hate, and sorrow, as if they are tired, but also have the slightest bit of reluctance, which is quite difficult to explain.
The old man looked at the back of the tree and said hoarsely: "Where did the wildfire come from?"
The back figure smiled softly. Before any words could be heard, it was this chuckle. Suddenly, it only made people's hearts beat like drums. They were eagerly hoping that this chuckler could say a word. This huge stone weighing on his heart was
Only then can it be moved away.
The figure from behind said softly: "This is not a wildfire." The voice was clear, peaceful, and easy. If it was said to be the sound of a warbler or an oriole coming out of the valley, it underestimated this soul-stirring sound, which is the only one.
The sound was only in response to the hand brushing the willow and the fascinating shadow.
"Oh, this Dagan Ding Tianhou has some tricks up his sleeve."
The figure smiled softly from behind and replied Wen Nuan: "There are not many people in this world who can survive the joint efforts of Mr. Yongda and Master Monk. But what I didn't expect is that he will be better than Mr. Qi in chess?"
The figure from behind said with confusion.
"This is unlikely. If you say that your martial arts skills are not as good as those of Dingtianhou, I would rather believe it. If you say that your chess skills..." the old man shook his head, showing an expression of disbelief.
The figure put down the bare hand that was brushing away the willow branches from behind, and replied calmly: "We don't have to guess anymore, it won't be as simple as winning or losing. You will understand it when you see Mr. Chess, let's go."
"Let's go? Can't wait for them?" the old man said in shock.
The figure shook the jade from his back, and when he turned around, he saw that the old man in black was very familiar with the woman. When he saw the woman's beautiful face, his breathing became slightly heavier. Only then did he realize that the hand he saw earlier was the same as the woman.
The fringed waist is still not as good as the smile, anger and anger of the woman in front of her.
The green silk hair is simply tied with a Taoist knot, fixed on the head with a jade hairpin, a pair of beautiful eyes, beautiful on the outside, wisdom on the inside, agility is not weaker than childishness, there is a lot of compassion in the world, but there is no insight in it.
He has never lost his frankness and naughtiness.
If you look further down and slide from your nose to your lips, you will see that rosy touch, which is three-quarters freehand and seven-quarters gentle, but it makes people unable to help themselves, as if they are ashamed of themselves, and want to get close but are afraid of disturbing the gods.
I just feel that if I can be with you, no matter how far or near, that will be enough.
Perhaps only the slender jade neck that is as white as suet exposed under the fragrant jaw can make people feel a few ripples in their hearts.
She has a delicate body, a little taller than ordinary women, and is very slender. Although her robe is a bit loose, her slim figure is even more fascinating.
Such a beautiful woman did not dare to think of blasphemous thoughts when she was hanging around. She was pure and pure, and she could only be regarded as the woman who had aroused the jealousy of the fairies in the heavenly palace and was demoted to the mortal world.
The moment I turned around, the world seemed to slow down. The wind, clouds, and water, even the sun rising and the moon setting, and the flowers blooming and fading, seemed to be stagnant. I didn't want to go far for a long time. Even the grass, trees, bamboos, rocks, dead branches and leaves were also plated.
There is a layer of faint light, and every detail is revealed, just like in the painting. He is really a man who is ashamed of all the flowers and silences a thousand birds.
If it were such a beautiful woman, after just a few glances, she would have thought she was in a dream, but for some reason, this woman's movements seemed so real and natural that people couldn't believe it.
The old man glanced at the woman, his expression slightly disengaged, sighed secretly, and looked away.
The woman smiled lightly and said in a clear voice: "No need to wait, they won't be in the boat."
The old man's expression calmed down, and he muttered for a moment: "Hide the truth?"
The woman laughed loudly and said: "I'm afraid there is a secret plan to trick Chen Cang. This Prince Dagan really knows the art of war."
The old man said in surprise: "Is it possible that the two of them will return to the carriage?" (To be continued.)