Pick up a princess

Chapter 169 The First Game (30)

Shen Qing walked into the depths of the bamboo forest unknowingly. Hearing the rustling of the bamboo leaves blown by the autumn wind, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She stretched out her hand, and a bamboo leaf fell on her palm with the wind.

A falling bamboo leaf was not enough to attract her attention, but she had picked up bamboo leaves before, and the feeling was completely different.He lowered his head and looked carefully at the somewhat yellowed bamboo leaves in the palm of his hand, as if there were some lines engraved in the center of the bamboo leaves.

It's just that the bamboo leaves are too narrow and there is no magnifying glass at hand. Shen Qing can only stare wide-eyed. She can't see exactly what lines are carved in the center of the bamboo leaves. She only sees curves like vines, which are different from the veins of bamboo leaves. If you look carefully You will find that the lines on the bamboo leaves are specially engraved...

The more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes, and the lines that appeared on Feiying's arm that night can't help reappearing in my mind again.

Who is it that has the leisure to carve things on bamboo leaves?And on Feiying's arm, why did the lines disappear?

And Zhu Yanyin, a strange and precious flower...

Shen Qing only felt that her mind was in a mess, as if she had been brought into a huge mystery and couldn't find the way out.With a low sigh, he patted his head, turned around and just walked out of the bamboo forest, when he ran into Nangong Yao who was supposed to discuss something with his second senior brother Luo Ziling.

"Do you like Songzhu too?"

Looking at those gentle eyes, Shen Qing always felt that Nangong Yao looked a little different at this time, and replied with a light smile: "The three friends of Suihan are the favorites of many literati. When you see them, you will feel that life It’s also very hopeful!”

"Bitter festivals are cherished by oneself, and there is no dust after the rain. The cold is the gentleman, and the green weaves the new year." He looked up at the far-reaching bamboo forest, and said quietly: "That's why, seeing this green bamboo forest I will think of spring, but it has never been far away..."

There was a lot of sadness in the voice, and it was not at all different from the graceful and dazzling Nangong Yao.

Shen Qing looked at him more curiously, and asked with concern: "Master Nangong, nothing happened, right? Where is my second senior brother, aren't you discussing something with him?"

He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly.

"You misunderstood, I am not Nangong Yao, and I have never met your second senior brother..." His voice was as gentle as jade, and he seemed not at all surprised by Shen Qing's surprise. "The young master Nangong you mentioned is my elder brother. I am Nangong Mo."

(End of this chapter)