Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 571

Ouyang Xu didn't speak, suddenly he tipped his toe, stepped on the lotus leaf and moved closer to the big lotus pod that Xuanyuan was looking for, and after a few light strokes, he floated back to the boat.

Pass the lotus pod in his hand to Ouyang Xue.

"For you."

"Brother, you really are."

Ouyang Xue stomped her feet, the boat shook for a while, she was very annoyed to see the second prince returning empty-handed in the boat.

"It's agreed that you don't need martial arts to pick lotus pods."

Ouyang Xu looked at the Hehu Xiaozhu in the distance, and the familiar scene in the snow rushed towards him. The scene of her chatting with him and playing the piano in the Hehu Xiaozhu swept over.

"Brother Wei just told Xue'er that this lotus pod seems to be in someone else's hands, but it's impossible to say clearly in whose hands it was in the end."

He smiled shallowly: "Just like Xue'er, she also thought that she would be the mistress of the Eighth Prince's Mansion, but in the end she fell in love with the second prince."

Ouyang Xue was at a loss when she heard this: "Brother Huang, do you want to make another move?"

"It's a cool autumn today, and there's still a gentle breeze coming."

Ouyang Xu smiled mysteriously: "Xue'er, let's pick lotus pods!"

Although there were a few more rounds of heating bodies in the lotus lake of the Eight Princes' Mansion, it did not affect Mo Xiaowan's interest in picking lotus pods.

Except for the fact that Ouyang Xue was a bit annoying, she actually didn't dislike the second prince. Looking at Ouyang Xu, she couldn't help but think of the scenes they used to get along with.

He stood tall and straight at the bow of the boat, his white shadow looming in the emerald green. Mo Xiaowan felt that the elegant master who was like a fairy had come back again.

Looking at the small buildings in the lotus lake in the distance, I thought of the warmth of him carrying her on a snowy day.

I remembered that he took off her shoes and socks and baked them on the stove.

Thinking of how he made her laugh when she was crying, Mo Xiaowan was thinking, if he hadn't left back then.

Will she have a strange feeling besides the master-student friendship?

Because she was absent-minded frequently, and went to see Ouyang Xu intentionally or unintentionally, the annoyed Eighth Prince picked lotus pods several times and smashed them on the board of the boat, making her jump up in shock.

As the sun sets, the harvest is rich.

Because Mo Xiaowan once again looked at the slender shadow standing on the boat under the setting sun, and felt the sun shining on him, giving him a strange sense of beauty.

I am still sighing in my heart, why are the same brothers and sisters, but the difference is so big?
One is rude and savage, and the other is gentle and elegant.

Maybe it's because Ouyang Xu is a disciple taught by Xie Wuya?

He has more or less the shadow of a man in Xueshanwu, compared with a secular man, he has a more dusty temperament.

Last time I chatted with Ouyang Xu in the valley, faintly, although she couldn't let go of it, she still had a glimmer of expectation for that person.

"Small bowl!"

There was a trace of anger hidden in the voice of a certain king, he caught a fish and smashed it into the boat plank in front of her, the water splashed all over her.

Mo Xiaowan recovered from the stupefaction, fearing that the fat fish would jump away, he threw himself on it and covered it tightly.

"Don't run, don't run, I want to drink fish soup."

Her cute movements not only made the three men laugh, but even Ouyang Xue burst out laughing.

The setting sun fell on the lake, disappeared, and the sky gradually darkened.

Holding a small boat and walking towards the shore, the scenery at dusk is picturesque, and one pole propped it up, startling a pool of gulls and herons.

The situation and the scene are picturesque, just like the picture written by Li Qingzhao.

"I often remember that the sun is setting in the brook pavilion. I am intoxicated and don't know the way back. When I am happy, I return to the boat late. I stray into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, startled a pool of gulls and herons."

(End of this chapter)