Wangmen Xianfei

Chapter 107

The tacit understanding and tenderness of the two of them seemed to be full of thoughts in the eyes of others, Jun Rongzhen frowned impatiently, and stepped forward to block in front of the two of them. "Prince, Crown Princess, the scenery around this Guo'an Temple is pleasant, how about visiting together? Why do you have to go alone!"

Mu Qingli slightly raised the corner of his mouth, glanced at him lightly, and smiled without hesitation: "We like to walk alone." Turning his head to Jun Rongjue with a pretty smile, he blinked and asked, "Right? Jue."

"En." Jun Rongjue nodded with a slight smile.

After getting the answer, Mu Qingli took his hand and walked sideways beside Jun Rongzhen, chatting with Jun Rongjuan as he walked, "Jue, I saw a plum blossom forest behind the house we live in, It's still early anyway, shall we go there and have a look?"

"it is good."

There was a fierce flash in Jun Rongzhen's eyes, and they completely ignored him?Turning to one side, he stood in front of them again. "Since there is a beautiful view, more people will be more interesting... Ah!" The severe pain in his leg made him stagger and almost fell to the ground.

Mu Qingli looked at him in surprise with lowered eyes, calmly withdrew his feet, and said innocently: "King Qin, I couldn't help kicking away the roadblocks when I saw them. I'm sorry, but it doesn't look like you have any problems. Let's go first. It's gone." Saying that, he stopped looking at him, and walked past him with Jun Rongjue.

"Mu Qingli!" Seeing the two walking away, Jun Rongzhen cursed secretly, but a smile and interest flashed in his eyes.She really hasn't changed at all, she's really daring, this kick is not light.

The plum blossom forest in Nanshan is full of pink and bright red, and there is still snow on the petals. After being exposed to the sun, it will turn into crystal clear snow water, adding a clear and crystal clear to this piece of plum blossom.

Mu Qingli took a deep breath, her nose was full of fragrance, penetrating into her heart, she squinted slightly, her face was full of nostalgia and love.

Shushan Cloud Top, Three Thousand Flying Cranes, Ice Canyon.

It is cold all year round, with heavy snow in winter and plum blossoms in the garden, it is her favorite place to go.

"Hehe." Mu Qingli raised his head and smiled, took off his cloak with a finger pull, waved his hand and walked lightly into the plum blossom forest.

Jun Rongjue grabbed the cloak she had thrown out in his hands as soon as he jumped, and there was no trace of snow on the ground. He smiled gently and looked at her who opened her hands in the plum blossom forest with a happy and lively smile on her face.

"Jue!" Mu Qingli turned his head, his eyes were like thousands of sparkling colored glazes, his body jumped lightly, and he said with a smile, "Shall I dance a plum blossom swordsmanship for you?"

I'll give you a dance...

Jun Rongjue stood under the shallow wind and snow, his eyes were like the water of the Tianshan Mountains, turning clearly, and said with a smile: "Okay."

Mu Qingli smiled ingeniously, glowing brightly, her cheeks were slightly blush, she took off her Chinese clothes as soon as she turned her footsteps, and threw it at Jun Rongjuan, the bright red Chinese clothes were especially bright in the snow-white world.Jun Rongjue caught her from behind, keeping her eyes on her smiling face, suddenly her heart moved, she made a movement with her hand, and said calmly: "Prepare the paper and ink painting to collapse."

Taking off the outer garment with wide sleeves, Mu Qingli took off some trivial things on his body and threw them at Jun Rongjue. In the end, there was only a white embroidered gold pattern left on his whole body, which was scattered around the outside. Rose red thin shirt, in the wind and snow, her thin clothes fluttered like a fairy, with a little vermilion between her eyebrows, she seemed to be alive. Standing in the romantic plum blossoms surrounded by snow and snow, she looked like a flower fairy walking out of a painting.

The face is like jade, the breath is like orchid, and the beauty is natural.

At this time, Can Yun and the others had placed a four-legged rectangular couch table in front of Jun Rongjue, on which lay clean white rice paper, ink mixed with black, and a row of brushes hanging.

Mu Qingli looked at Wu Yan and smiled lightly, turned over with a touch of his feet and pointed at the branch of the plum blossom, holding it in his hand as a sword, stretched out and danced.

Her eyes were empty, half-drooped and turned quietly, and there was a slight smile on her lips, leisurely and free, jade-clean and ice-clear.

Her initial movements seemed to be bending down and looking up, holding the plum blossom branch in one hand and moving forward; then she turned and danced slowly in the white snow in place, as light as flying, without any trace of stepping on the snow.

The thin Luo Yi fluttered in the wind, white snow wrapped around her body, and countless plum blossom petals fluttered down in the air, swaying and swaying, one by one, falling on her hair and shoulders, holding wisps of agarwood.She dances lightly like a swallow lying on its nest, and flies high like a magpie frightened at night.The beautiful dancing posture is leisurely and soft, and the quick-flying body is as light as the wind.

Her wonderful posture is unsurpassed, as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind.A branch of plum blossom is like a living thing in her fingers. When she dances, she raises her head and raises the branch to point to the sky, as if expressing a lofty posture on a high mountain.

Rigidity and softness combined, peerless.

White snow, imperial clothes, in front of the sandalwood table, Jun Rongjue holds an ink-stained brush, and carefully draws on the white rice paper on the table, retaining her beauty at this time, every stroke and every stroke, not only engraved in his heart , both in mind and in front of the eyes.

Brocade-like black hair was hanging down his chest, bright yellow clothes fluttered, his expression was gentle and focused, and the rice paper in front of his eyes gradually revealed her wonderful figure.

The white snow and plum blossoms are like a paradise of heaven and earth. The woman in red clothes flutters around, dancing a soul-stirring dance like a fairy in the dust; Everything seems to become hazy and misty, so harmonious, so perfect, and so unreachable, people can't help but be fascinated and can't be disturbed.

Not far away, there was more than one person watching all of this. Everyone stopped and held their breath. Whether it was the woman's peerless dancing posture or the man's peerless demeanor, they all shocked the minds of the onlookers.

This dance, Mu Qingli danced thoroughly, as if returning to the familiar place where she lived all the year round, just like how she squandered the emotions in her body, enjoying the tranquility and romance around her to her heart's content.

As soon as the dance was over, the petals of Bai Xuemei around her, attracted by her old-fashioned spirit, finally fell quietly. She raised her head and looked at Jun Rongjuan's pen and ink that was also paused at this moment.With squinted eyes and a slight smile, holding the plum blossom branch used as a sword, he came to him with a few taps, looking at the ink painting on the couch table in front of him.

The figure of the woman in the painting can be seen to be light and agile, like a swimming dragon, and even her expression has caught the most dazzling point.

(End of this chapter)