after god gambler

Chapter 237
"The dishes on the blue and white porcelain plate here are for the young master to make up his body, and the dishes on this side are for the young lady!"

Knowing that Feng Meixue is menstruating recently, she made special dishes suitable for her.Those dishes were not suitable for Mo Yanhua, so she separated the dishes for the two of them.

"Well, we know, you go down first!"

In Mo Yanhua's soothing voice, he said calmly.Candles are placed on the table, and the faint candlelight illuminates the warmth and light of the room.

He filled a bowl of soup and handed it to her to warm her body.

“It feels so good to be at home!”

Feng Meixue took a sip of the hot soup, and her face looked even more beautiful and charming in the candlelight.The sweet voice fell with emotion.

"If Xue'er likes this place, we can stay longer. After dinner, I'll take you to the South Lake for boating!"

Mo Yanhua picked up a golden egg and put it in her bowl, her eyebrows were gentle and picturesque.

"You eat too!"

Feng Meixue picked up chopsticks and fried shredded carrots, and put them in his bowl, with a relaxed and happy smile on her face.

The two finished their dinner by romantic candlelight.

The water in Nanhu Lake is extraordinarily crystal clear. A small boat paddled gently on the surface of the lake, and the melodious piano sound fluttered gracefully.

Sitting on the bow of the boat, Mo Yanhua was dressed in white under the moonlight, looking cool and quiet, with an arrogance and domineering aura that slowly settled in the night.

At this moment, he has lost his sharpness, leaving only a gentleness.

With the gentle flow of the water, Feng Meixue was wearing a cloak, resting her chin on her hands, quietly watching him playing the piano, so beautiful that she could hardly move her eyes away.

The autumn moon is shining, the long sleeves are dyed with fragrance, and the night is gentle and charming.The clear water and the long sky, playing the piano with plain hands will be a waste of time, and accompany you to drink and laugh at the song of the world of mortals.

It turns out that as long as the two are together, no matter where they are, it is their home.

Feng Meixue listened to the ethereal blend of the sound of water and the sound of the zither, and gently hummed the nursery rhyme her mother taught her. She didn't remember the words her mother taught her at that time, but she remembered the melodious tune, and the nursery rhyme her mother taught her. Gentle smile.

The sweet voice, humming in the quiet night, is so ethereal and beautiful.

The intoxicating sweet and greasy flavor, and the crisp and numbness called Mo Yanhua feel that just listening to it will speed up the blood flow in the whole body.The whole heart couldn't help beating wildly, and accompanied by her singing, it kept flying higher and higher, floating straight to the clouds.

The flat boat wanders on the clear glass-like lake surface, casting layers of shimmering lake shadows.Bringing a ray of cool wind, the graceful aquatic plants under the lake also shone faintly in her singing.

The water plants in Nanhu Lake are all over the bottom of the lake, and they are green and green, swaying with the undercurrent to show the most beautiful dance.

On Mo Yanhua's indifferent and domineering peerless handsome face, because of her presence at this moment, the hard edges and corners have been diluted.But it is still so exquisite that people can't pick out the slightest flaw.Under the straight bridge of the nose, there is a smile on the soft lips, like a flower blooming.

On the skirt of the same color as the snow in Tianshan Mountains, there are elegant petals flying, constantly floating with the oncoming autumn night breeze.As soon as the slender fingers moved, the thin strings danced joyful notes at his fingertips, and gradually became a tune with her humming.

The sound of the piano is more beautiful than the flowing spring. Sometimes it is high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched, just like the sound of nature, which is endless aftertaste.

Feng Meixue rose up in waves, her long hair scattered like mist.The sleeves of the clothes are light, and the smooth silk gauze, like a crimson mist, continuously wraps around her slender willow waist.Yingxue Aoshuang's peerless appearance, slender and thick eyelashes, the corners of the eyes are smudged with noble gold, and the cool and cold pupils are like clear ice and snow.

As she danced to clear the shadows, she held the Snow Peach Blossom Fan in her hand and danced, and the peach blossoms all over the sky were constantly drifting around her.The long silk yarn is like soft water plants, and the wide skirt is like the waves in the lake.Pale gold embroidered shoes, lightly touched by the water waves, twirled the noble and glamorous skirt.

The sound of the piano became more and more pleasant, and the purple gold palace bell around her waist kept ringing. With every movement and every smile of hers, it sounded crisply in her heart and soul.

She is like a butterfly with its wings spread, fluttering among the flowers, her pair of catkins are long and white, no matter what posture she is in, she is so beautiful that it takes one's breath away.The slender feet are lightly teased, enchanting and whirling.

The beautiful woman under the moonlight, dancing like a fairy, depicts a peerless picture scroll of flowing light.

Suyan is like jade, looking forward to brilliance.

Dance alone for the king, a song with long love, stepping on the waves and waves to grow lotus step by step.

Feng Meixue danced to express her love, and her eyes were like autumn water, covering his body.In her eyes and in her heart, there is only him and nothing else.

This water lotus dance, which she has never danced in front of others, is only for one person solo!

Mo Yanhua was fascinated by her dancing posture, playing the piano slowly in his hands, handsome as a chip, with a smile on his lips.Quiet in a kind of happiness that is the only one in the world.

"Whoa-"

Between the calcium carbide flames, a black figure suddenly flew up from the bottom of the water like a fish swimming.

This figure is like a cloud of black mist, making it hard to see clearly.With a wave of the palm of the figure, the splashing water in the lake turned into a sharp blade, shooting towards Mo Yanhua's unsuspecting back at the speed of driving the lightning.

"Jing--"

The sound of the piano suddenly rose, and Mo Yanhua's slender fingers picked up a strand of the string, which bounced back.

The purple sound waves turned into a halo, flying towards the back, like an invisible wave, surging in the air, blocking the sweeping water from the beautiful circle of light.

The most frightening thing about the Magic Voice is not the all-pervasive sound blade, but the magic power of the Magic Voice to control people's hearts, which is a headache.

It's just that the visitor seemed to know this a long time ago, so he plugged his ears, turned around and flew away beautifully.With a wave of the black sleeve, a scimitar flew towards Mo Yanhua.The bright light on the knife was like a shooting star gliding in the dark night, dragging its long tail, straight to Mo Yanhua's throat.

"Peach Blossom Dance Wind!"

Seeing this sudden attack, Feng Meixue touched the surface of the water with her Linglong toes, and spun out the snowy peach blossom fan in her hand. Along with the peach blossoms gathered around the fan, she went straight to meet the deadly scimitar.

"Clang-"

The fan, which was originally thought to be shattered, collided with the scimitar, emitting a fire like metal and stone.

Countless peach petals exploded suddenly when the two sides collided, and fell on her fluttering skirt.The strong wind carried water vapor, blowing up her hair like a waterfall, and the beads on the golden step shaker collided with each other and made a crisp sound.

The palace bell on the waist has a clear and quiet sound, giving people a distant and ethereal feeling.

(End of this chapter)