After stealing the divorce book, Princess Salted Fish fell off her horse

Chapter 21 It's a Ghost

This is the seventh day since the Zhumiao Courtyard was closed, the desolate courtyard surrounded by high walls, and the grass and trees are sparse.But in the yard reflected by the ruined walls, there is a new swing frame with a woman in blue sitting on it.

It was a beautiful, elegant woman.

The material and style of the clothes are very ordinary, and the woman's body is also simple and elegant, without even half a piece of emerald jewels, but that glamorous face is the best decoration, even ordinary clothes, she wears a fairy air .

Mu Qingyu's demeanor was very leisurely, it didn't look like she was closed for seven days and didn't eat or drink.

She even has an old book found in an unknown room in her hand, and she is flipping through it.

The sun was warm and shone on the swing frame. The woman's expression was serene, clear and indifferent. The sun fell through the treetops, and in the sparse shadows, it seemed to cast a halo on her body.

The swing frame is very simple, just a bench with its legs removed, and then tied with two ropes and hung on a tree. It is simple and simple, but because of the people sitting on it, it is a little more special out of thin air.

The yard has not been fully tidied up yet. There is an open space, a circle of weeds, a vigorous old plum tree, and a row of tall bamboos. It is the coexistence of freshness and simplicity, desolation and delicacy.

And Mu Qingyu, who was dressed in light blue and read a book quietly, made this place lively.

This situation is like a poem and a picture.

Time is quiet and good, but it is!
However, this calm was soon broken.

With two sounds of "swish", two people suddenly fell down in the empty small courtyard. Before their feet touched the ground, their fists and feet had already wrestled several times in the air.

When they hit the ground, they fought hard.

Fisting and kicking, whistling, making this small courtyard their battlefield!

The two beat each other in the yard, until the weeds stood upright. The sound of fluffy fists and feet meeting each other, as well as the sound of raising fists and kicking legs, showed that the two people's hearts were not distracted.

"Do you have my permission to fight in my yard?" A clear, shallow, indifferent voice, like pearls falling on a jade plate, like a cold spring breeze, penetrated into the ears of the two of them clearly.

The two people, who were fighting fiercely, were taken aback. They made defensive postures together, and then looked towards where the sound came from.

A simple swing frame, a woman with delicate and picturesque eyebrows, and clear eyes, sparse and cold, just looking at them so coolly.

Her delicate brows were slightly frowned, and the book in her hand was pressed on her lap, as if she was dissatisfied with being interrupted from reading, and she looked at the two with displeased eyes.

Both of them were a little startled, they glanced at each other, then at the woman on the swing, and felt that the scene was a bit weird.

They were fighting, flesh-and-blood, deadly with their feet.

They are not people who are not alert, someone here should be the first to find out, but this yard is too dilapidated, so dilapidated that people think it has been abandoned for several years; this woman is also too quiet, so quiet that they do not feel alive at all. Naturally, there is no doubt that there is someone in the yard, and they are still close at hand.

These are two young men, the one on the left has a handsome face, delicate features, a bit lazy and casual, and the corners of his mouth seem to be flamboyant, probably like this at ordinary times, but at this time he is disturbing others, so he tries his best The long and narrow Danfeng eyes are deep and transparent, bright and conspicuous.

He was dressed in an azure brocade robe, laziness and nobility coexisted, exuding a unique temperament, handsome and picturesque.

The one on the right is of a different type from this person, with black-haired hosta, brocade gown with auspicious clouds, and the hem is gorgeous and delicate with gold thread as the border. dust atmosphere.

Both of them are very young, about 20 years old, with their temperament, I believe that in any other place, they are noble identities that people look up to.

However, at this time, probably due to a fight, the two of them seemed to be in a place as high as the fireworks in the other world, and they suddenly fell into the mortal world and caught the spirit of the earth.

With outsiders around, the two stopped fighting.

The man in the sky blue brocade robe looked around and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

They didn't care so much about fighting, and now it seemed that it was indeed Meng Lang.

Before Mu Qingyu could answer, the man in the brocade robe of Xiangyun had already snorted slightly: "It looks like it's not a human, but a ghost!"

Mu Qingyu wasn't angry, but instead she laughed. The flowers in her smile bloomed layer upon layer in the spring breeze. It was so beautiful and dazzling, she said leisurely, "You're right!"

The man in Xiangyun's brocade robe raised his eyebrows, and his voice was like gold and jade, which was very pleasant to the ear, but the words he said were not very pleasant to the ear: "This is the inner courtyard of Prince Liang's mansion, right? Since it is not a human or a ghost, it must have been rumored some time ago. Concubine Liang who is sick and unable to see anyone in the mansion?"

The fact that the Rizhao Pavilion by the Golden Willow Pond in the palace was too sensational back then, and even though King Liang married Mu Qingyu, everyone knew that with King Liang Chu Xinyuan's temper, there was no news of the sudden death of the princess in the mansion for half a month. The news is already very surprising.

There is an inadvertent nobility in the bones of the two of them, obviously they are also from the capital, and their backgrounds are not low.There are four walls around here, even if the king of Liang hides his beauty in the golden house, there is no way to hide it.The man in Xiangyun's brocade robe made a reasonable guess.

But unexpectedly, Mu Qingyu's complexion darkened. It was originally calm, but now it changed instantly.

(End of this chapter)