after god gambler

Chapter 630
Feng Meixue's figure flew down the eaves and hid in the sea of ​​flowers beside her.

The few figures came to the eaves just after she left, and saw a beautiful canary perched on the eaves, looked around, and did not see anyone, so they flew down .

"Princess, I don't see anyone, only a canary!"

Elder Xuan, one of the four worshipers of Tiandi Xuanhuang, stood outside the window and reported.

"Even if it's a sparrow, don't let it go!"

A soft voice came from inside the room, as if talking about something very ordinary.

"Oh!"

With a sweep of the palm of Mr. Huang's hand, the canary on the eaves suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist.Blood spilled all over the blue roof, and the blood flowed down the roof, dripping on the petals not far from Feng Meixue's hiding place.

"Ask Bing Qiang to come in and help the princess change her clothes."

After Meng Qiwu stepped out of the screen, there was not a single drop of water on her body.

Bing Qiang came in, put on her clothes, tied up her hair, put tassels on her forehead, and lily silk flowers on her bun.

"Go and tell me that this princess wants to go out for a stroll. I heard that the Linglongfang of the Tianyao Dynasty has unique accessories, so this princess wants to see it."

Meng Qiwu's disdainful voice was obviously not optimistic about a folk jewelry workshop.When she was in Yunmeng Palace, she heard about the reputation of Linglongfang, and she didn't believe that a mere Linglongfang could design anything.

"Slaves, let's pass it on."

Bing Qiang immediately ran out and informed the news that Princess Wu was going to travel so that everyone could get ready.

When Princess Wu travels, she must prepare a car and accompanying guards. It can be said that if one person moves, everyone must move.

When Che Jia left the palace, Feng Meixue walked out from the sea of ​​flowers.She glanced at the blood-stained flowers, but she didn't know who helped her.

At the same time, in the Shuixiao Pavilion in the east of the city, through the crystal curtain, a man is putting a pair of extremely beautiful hands into the water, and as he stirs the water, weaving the purple water slowly, opening the A thin layer of gauze.

The man only showed an azure back, but it gave off an elegant and timeless feeling, like an orchid blooming on the edge of a stream.

On the edge of the pool, there is a seat made of shells, and a figure of an exile is leaning on the shell.Holding a flute in his hand, the body of the flute is solid and straight, with a moderate thickness.There are tear lines on it, which slowly fade away on the body of the flute.

The man's fingers danced briskly on the flute. The beautiful and soft sound of the flute is full of sadness, helplessness, and sweetness. With the trembling of his fingertips, the sound of the flute is sometimes rapid and sometimes soothing, which is very exciting. It was impossible to tell whether he was happy or worried.

"Huh? My bird can't come back."

The man who was weaving gauze with water frowned, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Nalan Fengyin who was playing the flute.

Just for a split second, it makes people stop breathing. The man's appearance is extremely delicate, every stroke and every stroke is natural.It's hard to tell what's good about him, but his facial features are so harmoniously matched that people can't find a single flaw.

The man has a pair of good-looking eyes, as round as pearls, revealing a bit of water.

"Que'er was killed!"

Seeing Nalan Fengyin's composed look, the man couldn't help frowning, and raised his voice a little.The clear voice like pearls and jade, even when angry, is still moving like a fairy.

"Feng Yin, did you predict this outcome long ago! Then you still let me let the bird go out, what is An De's heart?"

"Rong Ran, don't worry, finish weaving this piece of silk yarn first, don't waste all your work."

Nalan Fengyin put down the bamboo flute in his hand, with a warm smile on his face.With a wave of the long sleeve, a piece of powder was sprinkled into the pool, and the faint fragrance penetrated into the gauze.

"Hmph! If you don't give me an explanation, don't even think about asking me to do it again."

Rong Ran also knew that at the last moment, if he didn't start the yarn in time, then the gauze yarn he had been weaving for so long would melt into the water.

Nalan Fengyin sat at the side and continued to play the flute, so that Rongran could devote more attention to weaving the gauze in his hands.

With a shake of Rong Ran's arm, a large piece of gauze flew out of the water. The radiant gauze was extremely light and beautiful like a dream.He took a breath, and the silk gauze that was originally like water mist solidified, fell on the table beside it, and folded it neatly.

"Tell me, what's going on? Why did you tell me to send Que'er to follow that woman from a distance? Don't you want to pick flowers?"

With a touch of his toes, he landed on the big shell bed in the water, propped his head on one hand, and looked at Nalan Fengyin.

"Hehe, you guessed it right. I want to pick flowers. It's a pity that flowers have owners, so I can only protect them."

Nalan Fengyin stretched out his hand to caress the newly woven gauze, a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Just lie to the ghost! Such a bad excuse killed a bird of mine. I want you to play the tune for ten days and ten nights to pay for it!"

Rong Ran said angrily, and immediately decided that Nalan Fengyin was lying.

"Could it be that I still want to torment your bird?"

Nalan Fengyin shrugged helplessly, and looked at the angry Rongran.

"Hmph! I knew you had a bad heart. You were jealous that our Que'er was a hundred times more beautiful than your Xing Zhan! Give me Que'er back!"

Rong Ran directly picked up the big pearls on the side of the pillow, each one was the size of a fist, and threw it towards Nalan Fengyin without asking for money.

"Hey, these days, no one believes the truth! Que'er is just something you drew, why are you acting like your own daughter is dead? As for?"

Nalan Fengyin put away the gauze and looked at him angrily.Rong Ran is a master of soul painting. He turns blood into ink, and the things he paints are so spiritual that they can even walk out of the painting. They are exactly the same as the original objects, making people unable to distinguish them.

It’s just that a painting is a painting after all, no matter how real it is, it can’t change the fact that there is no inner reality, they will only obey the orders of their masters, and have no thoughts of their own.

"You think I have so much blood! When I was painting Que'er, I accidentally wasted a drop of Jingui's blood..."

Rong Ran was nagging at the side, but Nalan Fengyin ignored it.

"Pavilion Master, there is a woman outside who said she wants to ask the Pavilion Master to help make a few things."

A maid came in, stood outside the crystal curtain, and whispered.

"I'm angry, don't bother me with this kind of thing, Chun Hui, just take out this exquisite jade ring, if she can't untie it within a stick of incense, then tell her to go."

Rong Ran was angry with Nalan Fengyin, so where would he take any business?
(End of this chapter)