Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

Crouching down, Egret gently patted Zhui Bing's shoulder, his frosty face showed no expression.

Pursing his lips, Bailu moved his eyes to look at Jin Zhihan's corpse lying in a pool of blood, then helped Zhui Bing up, and said, "Follow your heart, that's right."

Looking at the ice-chasing egret with a sigh of relief, there are some things that she can't interfere with...

As soon as Bailu walked out of the mountain, Bailu saw Feiyan and Qiuyue Qingkong hiding in the corner. Looking at Bailu who was alone, Feiyan was stunned and said, "White Lu, where is my sister?"

"Inside."

The egret stretched out its finger and pointed to the inside of the mountain, and the flying swallow flew in like a gust of wind with a "shua".

Qiuyue Qingkong was wearing an off-the-shoulder red dress, and the butterfly imprint on her shoulders seemed to exude an attractive body fragrance. Qiuyue Qingkong pursed her lips and looked at Bailu with some confusion, and said: "Bailu, what's wrong with you?"

Looking up at the autumn moon and blue sky, Egret smiled, "It's okay, I'll go for a walk."

As he spoke, Bailu turned around, swaying around like a walking corpse.

She didn't understand why Qingcheng wanted to prophesy to Jin Zhihan, what plan Zicheng had, and whether Chasing Bing's heart for Yinlong...would it still be the same as before.

Things are getting more and more complicated...

Walking to the edge of a clear river, Egret sat on a big rock and lay down slowly... If Yi Gucheng was there, wouldn't she be so troubled?

But now, she doesn't understand the situation in Yigu City at all.

For the first time, Egret felt so powerless...

In the ear, suddenly came a tune that seemed to come from the top of the cloud, the tone was moving, listening to it quietly, it was like bathing in the spring breeze, as if you were in a peach blossom garden that was like spring all the year round.

The melody is like a gust of wind, caressing the whole body of the egret, immediately refreshing.

Accompanied by that incomparable melody, the man's exquisite and soft voice seemed to come from a fantasy, and slowly sounded:

"The tall man is tall, and he wears fine clothes. The son of Qihou, the wife of Weihou. The sister of Donggong, the aunt of Xinghou, Tan Gongwei's private.

Hands are like catkins, skin is like creamy fat, collar is like grub, teeth are like gourd rhinoceros, gnat's head is moth eyebrows, smile is charming, and eyes are beautiful.

Ao Ao, a handsome man, said it in the countryside.The four males are proud, and Zhu Yu is arrogant.Zhai Fu Yichao.The doctor retreats long ago, so that the king will not be troubled.

The river is full of water, and the North Stream is alive.Shi Yanyi, the fish and the tuna are fafa.Jiaji reveals that the concubine Jiang is evil, and the concubine is guilty. "

Egret slowly closed his eyes and listened to the sound like the sounds of nature. When the sound like water stopped, the music also stopped.

Opening his eyes, looking at the sea-like blue sky, Egret sat up, but saw a peerless man sitting in the pavilion across the river.The man was dressed in white clothes like the snow of the twelfth lunar month and sat cross-legged in the pavilion, with a pair of hands that were more delicate and white than the woman's, resting on the clear strings of the guzheng on his lap.

He slowly raised his eyes, looked at the egret on the big rock opposite, and smiled.

Laughter is as pure as water and snow, like a son who doesn't know the fireworks in the world.

The egret was sitting on a big rock, and there was a gust of wind blowing from the river. Although his silver hair was erected by the jade crown, it was still blowing in the wind.

As soon as his heart moved, Bailu crossed his legs, closed his hands, and then slowly opened them. A red glow appeared in his hands, and a red lotus qin suddenly appeared on Bailu's legs.

If the red lotus qin of the egret is the blood-red lotus in the abyss of hell, then the white lotus qin of the man in the pavilion is the snow lotus that appears once in ten thousand years on the Tianshan Mountains...

One is eighteen levels of hell, the other is heaven...

ps: Sheng Sheng is learning Guzheng recently.One more long-winded sentence, staying up late to read is not good for the skin.