Becoming a Senior Sister Lingshan

Chapter 869

The misty rain is hazy, and the white jade is scattered.

One wide, one narrow, one well alley, the long years of time.

Lezheng Luoting sighed, "Lingshan is really rich."

Plain and deep envy rushed over, not even the rain curtain could stop the sour smell on Lezheng Luoting's body.

In the rain, Lu Ling thought that this girl was really ignorant, and felt that she was like her former self, so she shook her head.

Zhu Mingxiang laughed out loud.

Le Zheng Luoting looked at her dissatisfied, and asked, "Sister?"

Zhu Mingxiang lightly covered her face and said apologetically, "I thought of something interesting."

In the past, the girl beside her was like this, and she was even more hostile to the rich... even more hopeless than Lezheng Luoting.

"It's the truth." Le Zheng Luoting curled his lips, they didn't know how miserable life was in Shushan, so much white jade was used to build houses, if it was Shushan, it would have been replaced with silver and used to refine weapons.

The houses in Shushan are all made of wood, which is worse than the inns in Luoyan City.

Le Zheng Luoting looked at the smile on the corner of Zhu Mingxiang's mouth, and thought about whether he had said something wrong.

It is a bit vulgar to say that Lingshan is rich.

Should it be rich?
What's the difference.

Lezheng Luoting frowned and walked behind, looking at the patchwork of white jade buildings in the distance, wondering where Lu Ling would live.

the highest place?
Lezheng Luoting's eyes flew all over the place, which made Zhu Mingxiang start to pay attention.

She couldn't help thinking about where Lu Ling would live.

Lu Ling didn't walk into those alleys, nor walked up that avenue, but kept walking along the river bank, holding an umbrella under the willow tree, with admiring eyes.

Le Zheng Luoting wondered if Lu Ling was fascinated by the scenery.

Zhu Mingxiang realized something, and looked at the viewing tower in the distance.

Lezheng Luoting also saw the viewing tower, suddenly, and said to Zhu Mingxiang beside him: "So you want to hide from the rain first?"

Lu Ling probably wanted to go to the viewing tower to see the scenery here.

What a delicate girl.

like.

Lezheng Luoting certainly didn't think that Lu Ling would live in a viewing building when there were so many gorgeous residences.

So, now she's surprised.

"This is my home." Lu Ling stood under the eaves, and the rain was like a curtain.

Le Zheng hesitated in the court.

Lu Ling seemed to see what she was thinking, and said, "You can see willows here, I like willows."

Lezheng Luoting quickly nodded and said, "The willow tree is very beautiful..."

Zhu Mingxiang looked through the rain curtain and placed it on the plaque.

Fuliu Pavilion.

The ink characters on the card are like red silk, which can be turned a thousand times, and there is tenacity hidden in it, like a strong pine on a mountain, standing there forever.

What a Fuliu Pavilion.

Zhu Mingxiang lowered her eyes, her eyes were like the long rain flowing on the eaves behind Lu Ling.

Zhu Mingxiang said, "The writing is beautiful."

"Thank you." Lu Ling stretched out her hand and said, "Please come in."

"Excuse me." Le Zheng fell into a trance, she didn't expect everything to go so smoothly.

She entered Lu Ling's room.

In this way, they have an intimacy of seeing each other's rooms.

Lezheng Luoting had forgotten that when she was in her room, she almost killed the girl in front of her because of jealousy.

And Lu Ling's room is very simple.

At least in Zhu Mingxiang's eyes, it was normal because it was originally a viewing building.

Lu Ling got out of the wheelchair, kept her feet firmly on the ground, leaned the oil-paper umbrella against the wall, and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll go change."

She was holding an umbrella, so her skirt was unavoidably wet, and Lezheng Luoting had sword energy to protect her body, so naturally there would be no problem.

Lezheng blurted out from the court and said, "Do you need my help?"

She regretted it as soon as she said it, because it was very impolite.

Lu Ling said, "No need, thank you."

Turn around and go upstairs.

Lezheng Luoting heaved a sigh of relief, thinking to himself why he was so useless, but fortunately Lu Ling was not angry.

Zhu Mingxiang thought to herself that this girl has no future since she went up the mountain, and she didn't match her gentle appearance and high-cold personality at all. She thought again: "Mt. Shu is indeed a very strange place."

And Le Zhengluo stood quietly by the stairs, pricking up his ears, as if he was listening to something.

Zhu Mingxiang also listened for a while, only to find the sound of rain.

Lezheng sighed in the courtyard and said, "It would be fine if it didn't rain."

Zhu Mingxiang thought in her heart that she didn't want to hear the sound of Ah Ling changing clothes.

I also feel that this idea is not good.

After Lezheng was disappointed, he took a deep breath and said, "It smells so strong of ink, there are so many words here."

After finishing speaking, she walked around the small living room, carefully looking at the ink words hanging on the wall.

Zhu Mingxiang nodded. There was a strong smell of ink here. To be precise, when the door was opened, there was a smell of books. The four walls on the first floor were covered with Lu Ling's calligraphy on the east side.

She had noticed it long ago, but she didn't look at it.

Maybe it was impolite.

Maybe I dare not look at it.

Anyway, from the very beginning, Zhu Mingxiang stood where she was, waiting for Lu Ling to come down.

Lezheng walked over to Luoting, looked up for a while, and sighed: "The writing is really good, so the words Fuliuge were written by her... I thought it was written by a senior in Lingshan."

Although she doesn't know how to read, she can already feel the grace between the lines of the little girl. Lu Ling already has her own aura in calligraphy.

"It's just that this poem is a little...sad?" Le Zheng said in the courtyard.

Zhu Mingxiang's heart beat a little faster, and she couldn't bear to look at it.

"Sister, do you understand poetry?" Le Zheng turned around and asked.

"Understood." Zhu Mingxiang replied, and walked over.

Did not hold back.

look up.

For a moment, the black color shattered the water curtain in Zhu Mingxiang's eyes, and hit her heart directly.

The ink was still wet, but the wonderful brush strokes on this wall were all written by Lu Ling overnight.

Le Zhengluo asked in the court: "Yuyou has been separated from life and death for many years, and the soul has never come to dream... What does this mean?"

Zhu Mingxiang said: "This is a story."

Le Zheng asked in confusion, "Story?"

Zhu Mingxiang said seriously: "Story."

Lezheng Luoting wanted to ask more specific questions, but seeing Zhu Mingxiang's frighteningly serious eyes as he looked at the ink brush, he shut his mouth.

She thought to herself that her elder sister actually liked Lu Ling's handwriting so much.

That's right, the boundary between Danqing's skillful hand and ink brush calligraphy has always been blurred. It is estimated that Zhu Mingxiang also has good calligraphy.

Lezheng looked at it for a while, and felt that the poem was written very well, but he couldn't tell, she was the kind of poor girl who only knew how to practice swords, and couldn't understand poems, so it was written by Lu Ling She has some patience.

Now I am impatient, so I went to the stairs and continued to listen.

Zhu Mingxiang looked at the word with a calm expression, but the eyes that were originally rain curtains turned into a blue sea, and the rain flowers fell, causing waves of ripples.

[Shangqiongbi falls to Huangquan, and the two places are indistinct. 】

Every word is like a sharp knife, and like the most beautiful love words, Zhu Mingxiang was a little crazy for a while, she thought: "What a talented girl."

Move your gaze to the right, and you can no longer look away.

[I would like to be a lovebird in the sky, and a Lianli branch in the earth. 】

[Forever and ever, sometimes it ends, this hatred lasts forever. 】

Every word contains Lu Ling's emotion, which is as gentle and flexible as red silk, just like the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Zhu Mingxiang smiled, like the ten li willows outside the window.

She murmured: "So it is."

It turned out not to hate.

But at this moment, she would rather it be hatred.

Lezheng Luoting suddenly said: "It's snowing."

(End of this chapter)