Yue Ji

Chapter 212

Young Master Jingling dragged it with great strength.

Just when she was about to be dragged into his arms, Wei Luo struggled, twisted and flung, and managed to escape from the arms of Young Master Jingling.

Wei Luo straightened up, as if she didn't see the deep anger on Young Master Jing Ling's face, she smiled at him, "Is that how you feel, Young Master?" When she said this quietly, her cherry lips twitched. Yang said brightly: "Wei Luofu is so thin, I can't bear it."

After throwing out these words lightly, Wei Luo turned around, raised his robe, and walked towards the stream.

Young Master Jingling stared at her back with serious eyes, and the center of his brows twitched quickly.

After a while, he gritted his teeth, punched hard, and hit the ground with a "bang".He is a martial arts practitioner, this smash was so powerful that the wine bottles and other things on the table shook "bang bang".

Wei Luo ignored him, she stood quietly by the stream.

At this time, a gust of autumn wind blew, and her robe was blown far back, making a rattling sound.

Wei Luo raised her head, facing the cold wind blowing head-on, she half-closed her eyes, letting herself clearly feel the murderous aura.

After a while, she lifted her footsteps, stepped lightly on the small stones in the stream, and started walking in the stream like this.

Even though she was walking on the water, her robe was still wet and her steps were breezy.

At this time, Wei Luo had a special kind of leisurely complacency.

The young master Jingling leaned against his back, staring at her coldly, staring at her every move.

For some reason, seeing Wei Luo who no longer looked up at him with resentful and hopeful eyes, his heart was not happy at all.

He didn't like to see Wei Luo like this.

She was like this, with her long sleeves fluttering, as if she would melt away in the next second.

Staring and staring, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he said in a low voice, "Mr. Wen!"

"kindness?"

"Women are divorced, please pay attention."

Wen just lay on his side on the thick satin, with his eyes closed, his raised toes dangling a little.He swallowed it from time to time, as if he was still savoring the deliciousness just now.

Hearing this, he paused and turned his head to look at Young Master Jingling.

Mr. Wen let out a long sigh.

He sighed: "Young master, you are already confused! You are only a woman, why are you here?"

Hearing the words, young master Jingling pursed his thin lips even tighter.

He stared deeply at Wei Luo, who was walking back and forth along the stream, for a while, and then slowly replied: "I don't know, since when did I get distracted by the kid."

When he said this, he let out a low sigh, raised the wine bottle on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine gurgled in, and a large amount of wine flowed from the corners of his lips to his throat.

After drinking it in one gulp, he put the wine bottle heavily on the table, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and murmured: "I really don't know, I really don't know, why are you so upset?"

Wen Gong looked at him sympathetically.After a while, Duke Wen murmured to himself: "Fortunately, this woman is loyal and virtuous, and she can be a wife! Otherwise, she is really like Daji Baosi. Although she didn't mean it, the king has already admired her, and I can't wait to offer it to Jiangshan's family." Karma, just to make him smile."

Mr. Wen's words were already satirizing Young Master Jingling.

But young master Jingling was lowering his head at this time, resting his forehead with his hands, and remained motionless.I don't know if Wen Gong's words have caught my ears.

Wei Luo walked lightly on the stream.

As the sun sank into the horizon, wisps of red clouds spread out, dyeing the sky red.The red was so bright that even half of the mountain forest was dyed red.

Wei Luo conveniently plucked a leaf from a tree, put it in his lips, tried it a few times, and waited for it to blow.

This time, the song she hummed was Xiao Hongchen.

She doesn't quite remember the whole song of Xiao Hongchen, but what she remembers the most is the line, "Hongchen is so ridiculous, infatuation is the most boring."

Yes, the world of mortals is ridiculous, infatuation is the most boring.

However, what should I do to truly let go of my heart, laugh at this world of mortals, and laugh at this wishful thinking?

She raised her head and stared blankly at the place where the setting sun was setting in the west. From her lips, music came out from among the leaves like flowing water.

It's clearly precarious, it's clear that you've been tossed and displaced, and your heart is torn into pieces, but why does it still hurt every time you see it, and it hurts to look at it?
The music sounds like running water, like a breeze, like moonlight, coming slowly, spreading all over the sky.

In a blink of an eye, no matter whether it was the swordsman who was still setting up his tent or the servant girl who was busy, they all followed this willingness to look at her.

The setting sun is like blood, the forests are all dyed, the green hills are like Daisy, and the beauties are picturesque.

Wei Luo at this moment made everyone go crazy.

In this day and age, music is very rare.Generally speaking, the sound of bells and drums can only be heard by emperors and princes.And the sound of silk and bamboo, such as the qin, se and shengyu, can only be heard by the doctor class.

Like ordinary people, if they want to listen to the music, they just hit the fou for the sound.

It is precisely because of this that the places where kabuki masters appear are often full of empty alleys, and no matter the powerful and ordinary people, they all regard it as a grand festival to celebrate.

To their ears, the flowing clouds and flowing water and clear rhythmic music that Wei Luo blew were extremely mysterious and ethereal.

And the carefree meaning in this music also comes and goes away.

Young Master Jingling listened, and found that his heart was tugging again.

He didn't know when he had raised his head. Unknowingly, he had been looking at the peerless beauty standing quietly beside the stream with picturesque eyebrows, and at her pair of black ink that was becoming more and more distant. Yuyan, listening to the melody she played casually, the sense of freedom of flying nine days and wandering freely.

Suddenly, he felt inexplicable irritability!
With a loud sound, Young Master Jingling stood up.

He stood very violently this time, he almost flipped forward, and the "bang bang ding ding" wine bottle and pottery bowl fell to the ground.

Everyone who was listening to the music, who was fascinated by it, shuddered, and in a blink of an eye, they saw the icy face of Young Master Jingling. In an instant, everyone was shocked, and in a blink of an eye, they fell to their knees one by one.

Those who did not kneel down were few, and Wei Luo was one of them.

She stood quietly by the stream, watching the young master Jingling quietly, the music gradually died down.

Her eyes were extremely clear, without waves, not even curiosity and surprise.

This kind of Wei Luo made Young Master Jing Ling even more angry.

He gritted his teeth, took a big step, and swung the black robe repeatedly, pressing towards Wei Luo tightly.

Wei Luo didn't move, she still looked at him quietly.

After a while, Young Master Jingling rushed in front of her.

When he was only three steps away from Wei Luo, Wei Luo moved, and she gave him a blessing, and asked crisply and softly: "Why are you angry?"

Why are you angry?
Yes, why am I angry?Why am I so unhappy?
Young master Jingling froze.

He was stunned.

He stared blankly at Wei Luo, at her calm and unwavering face, at her picturesque eyebrows and eyes under the backdrop of the setting sun on the green hills, and her charming demeanor.

Suddenly, he smiled bitterly.

. . . . . .

His smile was really bitter, it seemed to be the bitterness, helplessness, loss and powerlessness that came from the bottom of his heart and from the depths of his soul.

With a wry smile, he stared at Wei Luo, flicked his sleeves, turned around, and walked back without saying a word.

He was walking in a hurry, in a hurry, in complete flight.

He had just rushed a few steps, when the music started again behind him, and it was still the song "Laughing in the Red Dust" just now.

For some reason, Young Master Jingling suddenly felt very embarrassed. He suddenly felt that his own caring, compared with her happy carelessness, seemed so ridiculous and lamentable.

His steps quickened.

Wei Luo looked at his tall and majestic figure, gradually disappearing into the tent, watching the aura that made her heart beat faster, finally no longer audible.

From her lips, the phrase "The world of mortals is ridiculous, infatuation is the most boring" resounded, flowing out over and over again, endlessly. . . . . .

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Let me say weakly, the pink ticket has really not risen, so I beg everyone to guarantee the bottom ticket.

(End of this chapter)