Chapter 38 Meet the Teenager Again

Murong Xun still had time to answer in the future, but Shangguan Zisang picked up the lotus lantern and saw two words "peace" from the back of the lamp. There was a trace of disappointment in Shangguan Zisang's eyes, "Why are these two words!"

Pushing the lotus lantern away along the water wave, Shangguan Zisang pouted and said, "I would like to think that my brother wants to have a lover with his little lover, but I didn't expect it to be this. It's really boring!"

"His little lover?" Murong Xun raised his eyebrows slightly.

Realizing what he said, Shangguan Zisang covered his mouth, looked at Murong Xun and said with a half smile, "Brother, I won't let me say it, but girl, you will remember it one day!" Shangguan Zisang got up, handed his hand to Murong Xun, pulled her up, and bent up the large bouquet he received tonight on the ground. "Woth, let's go. My brother is still waiting for us!"

Murong Xun looked up and saw that the mist on Shangguan Zisang's body covered him again. What happened to their brothers?

But in an instant, Shangguan Zisang regained his smiling face. He turned around and raised his eyebrows to look at Murong Xun and said with a smile, "Wo girl, hurry up!" As he said, he retreated and giggled at Murong Xun.

Shangguan Zisang took a few steps back and turned around. Unfortunately, he was hit by someone, and the flower in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. "I'm sorry!" Shangguan Zisang was about to lean over and pick up the bouquet, but he found a pair of black satin cloud boots stepping on the bouquet. His black eyes suddenly condensed and became a little angry. Shangguan Zisang He straightened up, and there was still a little smile on the corners of his mouth, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "Brother, please move your feet a little!"

Shangguan Zisang looked at the man in front of him without a trace. He looked about the same size as himself at the age of sixteen or seventeen. He was dressed in black brocade clothes, and the embroidery patterns were very exquisite. He also had a good appearance, with red lips and white teeth, but he seemed to be a little weak. Next to him was a white horse, with a pair of exquisite on his back. Silver bow.

Isn't this teenager the one who walks with Xia Shuang?

The teenager moved the black boot slightly, but quietly crushed it on the bouquet, moved his foot aside, smiled and said, "I'm sorry, brother!" The smile was a little provocative.

The smile on Shangguan Zisang's lips gradually faded, and his curved eyes were also glued with a few sharp colors. He squeezed his lips and wanted to pick up the bouquet on the ground again, but he never thought that the white horse next to the teenager would eat the bouquet on the ground in one bite.

Shangguan Zisang bent his waist slightly and paused, and his outstretched arm stood stiffly in the air. Half of the sound, he straightened up, and his black eyes were cold, shooting at the teenager like ice.

The teenager smiled carelessly, "Since I like these words, I don't know how much these words are worth. I'll just buy them!"

Shangguan Zisang sneered, "It's a pity that they are given by others and can't be sold to you!" With that, Shangguan Zisang's black eyes flashed and kicked at the young man's white horse, "This beast can not only eat it, but also spit it out!"

The teenager was shocked and raised his foot to block Shangguan Zisang's foot. "Brother, why do you have to be angry with the beast!"

Shangguan Zisang raised the corners of his mouth and went to the teenager fiercely, "If I don't bother it, I'll bother you!"

The teenager leaned slightly and dodged the attack of Shangguan Zisang. "Chang'an City is indeed a Tibetan dragon and crouching tiger. Let me see it!" After saying that, the two of them came and went and fought.

Shangguan Zisangsheng's moves are flexible and his light skills are excellent. Although the teenager's body is not as flexible as Shangguan Zisang's, his moves are open and open and open, open, but it is full of momentum. For a while, it is difficult to distinguish the two sides.

"All stop!" A cool shout came, and Shangguan Zisang and the young boulder stopped and looked aside. A beautiful white figure stood in front of the crowd, and the colorful light of the surrounding glazed lanterns sprinkled on her white pleated skirt. She looked cold, but her black eyes were like ink, and the light color spread out.

The teenager shook off Shangguan Zisang and ran to the front of Bai Ying in a few steps, with a big smile on his face, "Sister!"

At this time, Shangguan Zisang also paced in front of the white clothes, with a trace of suspicion in his eyes, "Wugar, do you know this person?"

Murong Xun's eyes were slightly restrained, and he frowned slightly. He looked at the teenager and asked in a low voice, "Why did the little marquis come to Chang'an?" After a pause, he said, "But did you come out alone without your father?"

The teenager giggled, "I really can't hide anything from my sister!"

Shangguan Zisang, who was unwilling to be ignored, blinked his watery eyes and asked, "Woman, who is this person?"

Murong Xun looked at Shangguan Zisang and pointed to the teenager and said, "This is the son of Mr. Chen in Mobei, Chen Yuzhi!" Fu looked at the teenager and pointed to Shangguan Zisang and said, "This is Shangguan Zisang!"

Shangguan Zisang's eyes moved gently, hugged his fist and said, "It turned out to be Xiaohou Chen. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Chen Yuzhi did not have the loneliness of just now, and there was a cynical smile on his face. Shangguan Zisang pouted at him and snorted coldly.

"Why did you fight?" Murong Xun asked.

"It's nothing. It's just that the two of them are like old friends at first sight and want to learn martial arts!" Chen Yuzhi had a light smile on his face, and his black eyes stared at Murong Xun motionless, showing how sincere and sincere he was.

Shangguan Zisang looked at Chen Yuzhi's back and sneered with disdain, thinking that he was enough to talk, but compared with this person, he could only be regarded as a little witch.

Two pairs of eyes, four eyes met, and they all turned disdainfully and breathed out with their nostrils.

At this moment, the crowd had dispersed. Shangguan Zixuan waited for them to come back, so he came to the bank and looked for it. Both of them were there, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Murong Xun smiled and said, "I met an acquaintance! Let me introduce to you, this is Chen Yuzhi's little marquis Chen!"

"This is the magic doctor Shangguan Zixuan!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"I've been looking forward to you for a long time!"

Shangguan Zixuan ignored the coldness between Shangguan Zisang's eyes, and there was still a gentle smile on his lips. "In that case, there is a teahouse in front of us. Why don't we sit down and talk?"

So several people went to a teahouse not far away. Sit against the railing on the second floor. On the one hand, you can look down at the night view of Chang'an. On the other hand, the night breeze here is so comfortable.

Xiao Er soon served the best tea. With Shangguan Zixuan, everyone said a few words.

Murong smoked a sip of tea and looked at Chen Yuzhi faintly, "What's the matter with you coming to Chang'an?"

Chen Yuzhi smiled harmlessly with a teacup. "If I'm here to play, I won't believe it. Indeed, Yuzhi has some personal things to do when he comes to Chang'an this time. As for what, it's not convenient for Yuzhi to say now!"

Murong Xun nodded. If he didn't want to say it, she wouldn't force herself.

But Shangguan Zisang opposite said with a shallow smile, "I dare not say anything. It must not be a good thing!" I think this boy has an evil face, and he will definitely not be a good person!"

"You!" Chen Yuzhi's eyes suddenly became cold and hit the table fiercely.

"Xiao Sang, say less!" Shangguan Zi announced and scolded.

Just as the two of them stared at each other, a sound of piano broke the atmosphere.

Murong Xun's eyes suddenly became cold. Naturally, she recognized the sound of the piano. It was the sound of the piano floating on the attic of the alley when her sunrise was hijacked.

The sound of the piano is still ethereal and elegant. If you don't listen carefully, it is difficult to catch, with an unimaginable sense of mystery. Still like that day, it is not very accurate to determine where the sound of the piano came from.

The other three people also became solemn, and I think they also noticed the sound of the piano. Chen Yu's black eyes were hidden in the shadow, and his tone killed a few traces of frivolity and became serious. "I really didn't expect that there were such masters hidden in Chang'an City. This sound of the piano... I want to play the piano far away, but just use internal force to wear the piano sound so far away!"

Shangguan Zisang got up, looked at Murong Xun and Shangguan Zixuan with dark eyes, and said, " girl, brother, wait for me for a moment. I'll see who is playing the piano!"

"Don't make trouble, and be careful!" Shangguan Zixuan told him.

As soon as Shangguan Zisang left, the atmosphere of the three became a little solemn, and everyone coincidentally heard a little dangerous feeling from the sound of the piano.

At this time, the sound of the ensemble of silk bamboo interrupted the sound of the piano. Looking around, I saw a flower boat slowly passing over the Wei River opposite the teahouse.

This flower boat is very luxurious. There are countless bright lanterns hanging on each floor, shining the whole hull like one of the brightest stars in the Wei River. It is also common for rich families to charter a boat, but a figure attracts Murong Xun's attention.

On the second floor of the flower boat stood a man in a white dark brocade suit. The man stood in the wind, and his clothes and green silk were gently raised with the night wind, showing a sense of etherealness of returning from the wind. The man held a hole flute in his hand and closed his eyes and played it. The sound of the flute was low, as if it had been blown away by the night wind. In Murong Xun's ear, there was a little unreal feeling.

Who is this man who is not Zhao Ling, the king of Qin?

After blowing Xiao for a while, the king of Qin stood in the bow with his hands behind his hands, his clothes fluttering, and the night wind filled his sleeves. Before long, a woman's figure came out. The woman wore a water-red dress, which was bright and bright, but she was dressed as a prostitute in a brothel. She said a few words in the ear of the king of Qin, which made the king of Qin laugh.

Another maid-like woman came and said a few words to the king of Qin and the woman, thinking that she was inviting the king of Qin to come in. After a few more jokes with the woman beside him, the king of Qin took the woman's slender waist and went into the cabin.

The night wind blows, the bow of the boat is lonely and sad, and several pink tulles swing with the wind. The moonlight was hazy, and the shadow cast on the river was cut into countless pieces by the sparkling light.