Immortal master's cute apprentice wife

Chapter 95

Ask Lian Xin, who knows the pain?

Ask heartstrings, where does love go?

After the rain, it is sunny, the distant mountains are covered with gauze, the fairy mist is lingering, the atmosphere is clean, and the green pool is sparkling.

A handsome figure walked slowly, and as far as the eye could see, there was a lake of lotus leaves on the shore of Yaochi Lake, and the fairy girl picked lotus in a light boat, shuttling between the green leaves.

Bilian, Baiyi, Sushou, Cailian.

"I've seen Mr. Xing." Cailian Xian'e held up the corner of her skirt to salute.

Ziwei Xingjun nodded lightly, and his eyes fell on the lotus seeds in the bamboo basket in Xian'e's hand.

Everyone knows that lotuses are grown in the remote pool fairyland, but they don't know that the lotus here can also grow lotus seeds.

The basket of peeled lotus seeds is round and chubby, very cute, but...

Mr. Ziwei Xing smiled like a gentle breeze, and gently picked up a tender blue, relatively small, immature lotus seed in the basket with gentle movements. down.

"How about giving this one to me?"

The mountain wind was blowing, and his black hair was blowing. In the backlight, his fairy posture was sacred and majestic, which made people dare not look up.

Xian'e was stunned for a long time and could not answer, maybe she couldn't be the master of this little lotus seed?
There are so many lotus seeds picked today, what difference does it make if there are more or less of these inanimate things?Its owner won't care.

There is no reason, it really just looks pleasing to the eye.

A cleaning spell saves the trouble of bathing and changing clothes. The lotus seeds are hidden in the clothes, maybe he forgot, maybe he is too busy, and when he finds the lotus seeds again, the lotus seeds will stay by his side The time seems to have been a long time.

Looking at the lotus seed in his hand, Mr. Ziwei Xing's gaze became a little complicated. Tomorrow is the day when he will go down to earth to meet the catastrophe, but he has never treated it kindly.

Whether it is food or seeds, this is its destiny, and it is better than following him to do nothing.

Under the layers of dense clouds, the sky is high and open, and there is a lotus pond below.

Feeling a little bit reluctant in my heart, I looked at Lianzi again.

When I return from the catastrophe, you may be surrounded by 'sons and daughters'!
The palm fell down, and the lotus seeds in the palm drew a vertical trajectory in the air under the sun, and fell into the mortal lotus pond from a thousand miles high.

But Ziwei Xingjun was reincarnated in Ji's family in the Western Zhou Dynasty in response to the Battle of the Conferred Gods. He didn't want the lotus seeds with a stone heart that hadn't germinated for 20 years. What's the difference between the lotus seeds that didn't germinate and the pebbles in the pond?But who pays attention to the pebbles in the pond?
The wind blows and the rain blows, and the lightning breaks the clouds.

A carriage was rushing down the path. Seeing that it was about to rain, and there was no shelter along the way, the driver was anxious, raised his whip and urged the horse. The horse gave a long neigh and accelerated forward.

Although the carriage is simple, there are noble people sitting in it. If he is disturbed by the rain, let alone how the host will punish him, I am afraid that he will feel bad in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, the bean-heavy rain fell, hitting the wooden carriage with a 'slapping' sound.

The curtain slowly opened.

The son is like jade, gentle and elegant, unparalleled in the world.

The coachman was shocked: "Eldest son, you should go in quickly, it is the sin of a villain to let the rain splash on you."

"It doesn't matter, as soon as it rains, stop the car and come in to shelter from the rain!" The young man had a gentle temperament.

Let him go into the compartment to shelter from the rain?The coachman was startled when he heard it, because he thought he heard it wrong.

"It's raining and the road is muddy. I'm afraid it's unsafe to go so fast. You should stop and get in the car to avoid the rain." The young gentleman warmly said, fearing that the driver would refuse, he said, "Besides, I want to ask you something."

"You can come in if my son lets you in. Do you want my son to invite you three times?" The little book boy scolded lightly, and stuffed his son back into the carriage, his strength seemed to be great, but his expression was very cute.

"Tong'er, Hugh is rude."

A good invitation becomes an order, and the coachman must obey.

The carriage was not very spacious, and there were three people crowded in it. Tong'er was still holding a piano bag half as tall as a person in her arms. The driver tried to shrink himself together to reduce the sense of presence.

"Old man, where is this place?" The young man asked,

The coachman was only in his 40s, and it was very polite to call him an old man, and said repeatedly: "I dare not be, I dare not be."

But when the eldest son asked where it was, the coachman was still a little surprised. After thinking about it, he understood that the eldest son had been imprisoned in Chaoge for many years as a proton.

"This is our Qianli Liantang in Xiqi."

"Thousand-mile lotus pond?" The young master's expression was filled with surprise in an instant: "I have heard many mentions from others that the thousand-acre lotus pond is the first scenic spot in Xiqi, but it is raining heavily today, so I have no chance to see the lotus."

The joy turned into a touch of disappointment in an instant.

"Young master, if you are interested in the scenery of this place, come and see it next time when you have time." Tong'er comforted her heart. Although he is only 13 years old, she understands very well in her heart that the young master will serve filial piety in front of the concubine Hou when he returns home this time. There is not much time, how can I have time to see the thousand li lotus pond?

Didn't he know the meaning of Tong'er's words, the king allowed him to go home to visit relatives for a month, and the round trip alone took more than half of the time, and it took only seven days to be with his parents.The situation between North Korea and China is now tense, and the next time I go home may be far away.

Thinking of it this way, I feel sad.

"There is a green grass pavilion more than a mile away from here, and we will arrive there as soon as we drive fast." The coachman said again: "Admiring the lotus in the rain is a different experience."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Tong'er asked without waiting for the young master to speak.

The son has a wish, how can they not help?The young master has paid too much for them Xiqi.

The coachman turned around and got out of the carriage, but took the coir raincoat and bamboo hat, and drove fast again, only to arrive at the Cangcao Pavilion in a short time.

The Cangcao Pavilion is a small pavilion made of straw and wood by the lotus pond. Some of the tables and stools inside are rotten and ventilated from all sides, but they can actually shelter from the rain.

Faced with this situation, the driver had a wry smile, Tong'er had a look of disgust, and the young master had a look of joy.

The lotus pond in the rain is foggy, and the sound of the rain hitting the lotus leaves and the wind blowing the lotus leaves are in my ears, and the wind and rain are getting tighter.

When the raindrops fall into the pond, there are circles of water ripples; when the raindrops fall into the soil, they turn out an earthy fragrance; when the raindrops hit the lotus leaves, they turn into crystal clear pearls.

The wind became the best lead dancer, and all the green leaves in the pond danced with it. In an instant, there were thousands of green-clothed girls dancing with the wind in her green clothes, with extremely graceful postures. Extremely beautiful.

Watching the lotus in the rain, the lotus seems to be dancing, the rain seems to be light music, the dance moves with the wind, continuous, one after another, winding to the end of the sight.All of a sudden, the lotus waves are green and the waves are magnificent.

The natural scenery, gifted by God's will, makes people feel refreshed and excited.

"Tong'er, where's my qin?" Young Master asked hurriedly, at this moment he couldn't help helping the wind, the rain, and the accompaniment for Lian.

Tong'er knew it, and hurriedly offered the seven-string guqin.

The rotten wood chair, the rotten wood is the piano frame, and the ten fingers are moved, which is extremely elegant and elegant.

The rain is rushing and the wind is rushing, the green leaves are dancing urgently, and the sound of the piano is eager but not chaotic.

The rain and the wind are peaceful, the green leaves turn their sleeves, and the sound of the piano is light and cheerful, which makes the hearts of those who hear it feel comfortable.

The rain is slow and the wind is slow, the green leaves are graceful and graceful, and the sound of the piano is like the dawn and the morning, slowly rising and falling, calm and hopeful.

When the rain stopped, so did the sound of the piano.

Summer rainstorms come and go quickly.

The nose is full of the fragrance of lotus leaves. A pond of lotus leaves, like washed green, is more emerald. You can vaguely see the pink white or pink between the blue colors, which is actually a lotus flower.

And those who are deeply immersed in this scene and this sound wake up in a trance, as if they are in a dream.

He has long heard that the eldest son's piano skills are unparalleled in the world. Although his coachman does not know the rhythm, but hearing it today, he has a sense of sympathy.

"My lord." Tong'er was excited, her voice trembling, she pointed at the lotus in the lotus pond, and said in disbelief, "It's blooming."

Following the book boy's pointing, he saw a lotus flower, pink, white, pink, white, stained with rain and dew, shining with nine-color aura, extremely elegant and beautiful.

"Yes. It's on."

"That's not what I meant." Tong'er said anxiously, "It wasn't turned on in the first place."

"Oh?"

"It wasn't open when we first arrived, but it's open now." Tong'er said again: "I'm definitely not mistaken."

The time of a zither sound is only the time of a storm. In less than a quarter of an hour, a flower bud is in full bloom within the naked eye.

This……

When Tong'er said this, the driver's back felt cold.

"Things are bound to be demons, now that the rain has stopped, let's go back home quickly."

The avenues of the world are passing away, demons and monsters, ghosts and ghosts are all appearing, although it is not common to encounter inhuman things on the road, there are twelve out of ten...

"Everything is spiritual, more or less, the flowers are quiet and beautiful, I believe they are not malicious." The young master said.

"Young master is kind-hearted. If you have a kind heart, you will also win over other people's kindness." Tong'er was stubborn, but she didn't want the son to have such a heart. Such a heart will always be bullied in the future. In the current place where the songs are tigers and wolves, the son will be swallowed. His bones are gone.

Why can't I hear the meaning in the book's fairy tale, but my nature is like this, I'm afraid I can't change it.

"It's the first time to appreciate the lotus in the rain in my hometown, and I must leave something memorable." The young master suddenly suggested: "Why don't we give that lotus a name!"

"name?"

Want to name the Yaolian plant?

Tong'er has a feeling that the young master is crazy.

"Little lotus? Little lotus? Lotus? Lotus?"

Blunting it out, it feels very perfunctory when I hear it.

The young master shook his head: "I shouldn't expect too much from you, and punish you to read three hundred catties of books when I go back."

Tong'er was shocked all of a sudden, the three hundred catties of bamboo slips, it seems that he will not be able to sleep tonight, and his brain will be hurt, he petitioned to practice for three days and three nights, and he didn't want to read the three hundred catties of bamboo slips.

What is the name?in thought...

The first time we met, it was a blind eye.

The second time we met, we still closed our eyes.

(End of this chapter)