Chapter 092 The Mysterious Man in Taoyuan

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Far away, in the Meilin, a fiery red figure standing in the wind made Nangong Bingyu stop stepping into Meilin.

In the shadow of plum blossoms, the flying clothes dance freely with the wind, and the long dark hair is as dazzling as black satin. This man seems to condense the aura between heaven and earth, which makes people dare not look at it. Standing there, as if for thousands of years, he has been lingering in this melin and has never left. However, the extremely red and enchanting is so incompatible with this clear and noble Aome.

It is such a contradictory harmony that makes Nangong Bingyu stand quietly on the edge of Meilin and can't step out. It seems that if you walk in, you will destroy this different "Aometu".

The red figure with his back to her in the wind did not turn around because of her arrival, and did not make a sound to let her leave, but still stood proudly in the wind, motionless, only the cool north wind raised the gorgeous red from time to time.

The sunset gradually to the west told Nangong Bingyu that it was already evening. He rubbed his stiff neck and looked at the figure standing in Meilin for almost an hour without moving. Nangong Bingyu suddenly wanted to know what kind of person he was, with plum-like pride and snow-like silence. . Is this the reason why Yao Xuanshu didn't let her enter Merlin?

It's just that why did such a person stay in the garden? If she guessed correctly, Qiu Yang should also know such a person.

With an indifferent smile, Nangong Bingyu still did not step into the world belonging to the man in red. She turned around and stepped into the maple forest with fallen leaves, listened to the sound of falling leaves and the breeze, and sniffed the fragrance of the soil and forest. As leisurely as it came, Nangong Bingyu left.

Nangong Bingyu wandered all the way to enjoy the scenery. When she returned to her residence, it was already dark. When she entered the yard, she saw that the courtyard had been cleaned up. **, which was originally full of the courtyard, were all moved near the courtyard door, surrounded by a curved moon, and other empty places were re-adjusted.

It's not that the original is not good, but in the current courtyard, the drizzle has been redecorated according to her preferences. In the small courtyard in front of the court, there are soft couches and tea sets and books.

Nangong Bingyu smiled and shook her head. This girl is really going to spoil her.

Seeing that Nangong Bingyu had been in the courtyard for a long time and did not walk in, the drizzle greeted her out, helped her untie her robe, and hugged her into the inner room. He said with a smile, "Miss, you're back. You can eat."

In the room, only the bowls and chopsticks had been placed. Nangong Bingyu looked around, but did not see Guan Junjie.

Nangong Bingyu asked, "Where's the handsome man?"

While folding the brocade robe and putting it aside, the drizzle replied, "He was called by Master Yao. I just asked the child to send a message that they can't eat with you tonight."

Today is her first day to live in Suiyuan. It is reasonable that Elder Yao will not easily call the people around her. What's the matter? Let him call Guan Junjie?

When Nangong Bingyu lowered his eyebrows and thought, a black figure appeared outside the door and quickly walked to the inner room, still standing in front of Nangong Bingyu with a cold look.

As soon as he saw this person, Nangong Bingyu looked up and asked, "Dark Moon, what's the matter?" Dark Moon rarely appears without her instructions. Is there something wrong?

Dark Moon's tone was cold, but he still replied calmly in front of him: "Master, Detective, Dajing and Nanman officially started a war 30 miles outside Phoenix Pass last night. Last night's battle, Dajing Xiaojie.

"Has the grain and fodder been delivered?"

Although I know that this war is inevitable, I didn't expect it to be so fast. It's just that the two armies fought, and the food and fodder went first, but she didn't receive the news of the court sending grain, so the news of the war today still surprised her.

"Not yet, the court distributed the grain and fodder of the army in March yesterday and sent them out of Phoenix Pass."

"Yesterday?"

Nangong Bingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and it seemed that the court did not expect the Southern Barbarians to take the initiative to attack.

After tapping his head, Nangong Bingyu sighed, "I know. You should pay close attention to the trends of the southern barbarians, especially the commander of the southern barbarians!" The strange appearance of this coach has never heard of this person before, but now he is the commander of a country. She asked Paopao to investigate for a few days, but now she still has nothing. This person seems to appear out of thin air. This man is probably the biggest variable in this war.

"Yes!" Dark Moon bowed slightly when Nangong Bingyu raised her hand and quickly left the inner room.

Why did the Southern Barbarian Congress suddenly want to resist the Great Yasukuni? This time, the behavior of the Southern Barbarians was so unusual that people couldn't guess what he was going to do next, and she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. If the war cannot end within three months, then grain and fodder is another key issue. The treasury has been emptied. If the war lasts for more than half a year, the court will collect food from the people.

And the Nangong family will be the first to take the brunt, and she is going to start planning.

Miss is worried about those trivial things again. Every day, the young lady has to worry about the Nangong family's business, and now she still has to worry about the war. At this time, she seems to understand what the young lady said. Sometimes she is happy if she doesn't understand. In the past, the young lady didn't know anything, so she can live happily and carefree.

Now... Alas, I feel sorry for her body. The drizzle filled a bowl of soup, brought it to Nangong Bingyu and sighed, "Miss, please use some food first. It's all cold."

When I came to my senses, I saw the drizzle looking at her worriedly. I knew that the girl was worried about her again. I raised a comfortable smile, took the hot soup in the shower's hand, came to the dining table, and said to the drizzle beside me with a smile, "Okay, you're hungry. Sit down and eat."

The drizzle quietly sat down to eat with Nangong Bingyu. He bowed his head and didn't say anything. He only cared about picking up vegetables for her. Nangong Bingyu helplessly put down the bowl that had been piled up into a hill and lamented, "You want me to have a meal and won't eat tomorrow, right?"

The drizzle suddenly looked up and couldn't help laughing at the bowls and sad eyes of Nangong Bingyu.

The master and servant laughed and made trouble, and the meal was quickly finished.

The drizzle quickly cleaned up and exited Nangong Bingyu's room. She knew that although the young lady laughed with her from time to time, she didn't want her to worry. In fact, she is still thinking about a lot of things, but she can't understand. Since she can't help the young lady, at least she can't bother her.

If Sister Qingfeng had been here before, she might have been able to share her worries, but now Sister Qingfeng has already...

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What day is it today?!

Nangong Bingyu can't remember clearly. In front of her is still the proud snowy plum, or the bright red figure. She seems to be used to staying on the edge of this Meilin for two hours every afternoon, just looking at the picturesque people and scenery in front of her so quietly, and most of the time the red shadow is back to her, alone, looking up to Looking at the sky, one stop is one day. Sometimes, he also drinks and paints, but never turns around.

The loose red shirt and long hair that have never been tied make Nangong Bingyu unable to tell whether he is a man or a woman, but this does not affect her appreciation of him.

The man in red should also know the arrival of Nangong Bingyu, but he didn't see it.

One never steps in or disturbs, and the other does his own way and walk alone. One stands next to the maple tree and the other stands under the proud plum tree. Two kinds of amorous feelings, each side.

The sun was about to go down again, and the thick brocade robe specially prepared for her from the drizzle.

It seems to be colder today, and the maple leaves around me fall from time to time.

Compared with the colder the opposite side, the more arrogant the Meilin is, this maple forest looks a little bleak, but Nangong Bingyu likes that the maple trees are both declining and full of new vitality.

Stretching out, Nangong Bingyu stood up and was about to turn around and leave, but he saw that the man in red with his back to her seemed to have completed his work. Unlike ordinary people, after painting, he would more or less appreciate, modify or inscription. After he closed his pen, he stopped looking at the painting he had painted almost all afternoon. Sitting casually on the side of the short, tasting tea and enjoying the scenery, as if he had never painted.

Looking at his elegant, smooth and free pen, Nangong Bingyu guessed that he should be painting plums. Feeling funny for her nonsense, Nangong Bingyu stepped into the Meilin she had seen for a few days, just because there were two cups of hot tea next to the picture scroll!

A smile was inexplicably rolled up at the corners of her mouth. She slowly stepped into Meilin and stopped a few times before she was short. Nangong Bingyu was attracted by the ink scroll. The painting is indeed a proud plum picture, but there is no bright plum, some, just a few vigorous plum branches, growing wildly, entangled, or arrogant. The composition of the whole painting is scattered, seemingly casual and lazy, wild and unruly, unable to see the theme, and catch people's eyes everywhere.

Picking up the unfinished wolf hair before the scroll, Nangong Bingyu smiled and thought about it, gently raised her wrist, and mentioned two poems in the middle of this alternative picture scroll. The beautiful and light font, coupled with the wanton cold plums, also complement each other. Nangong Bingyu just put down the pen, and there was a slightly hoarse voice behind him, but it was like a whispering voice: "The breeze has its own fairy bones, and it is appropriate to go to the jade hall. Good sentence."

The sudden voice made Nangong Bingyu slightly stunned. Just now, he was sitting next to him, and in the blink of an eye, the man was already standing behind her. Slowly turning around, she finally saw the face of the man in red——

Deep and seductive eyes like the quiet moon in a deep pool, a clean and flawless face like ice carved jade, and magnificent and plumish lips like red plum color, such as————

Nanggong Bingyu was captured by the face in front of her. For a moment, she didn't know what language to use to describe this face. It was perfect, both male and female, with a breeze and bamboo dew, and also the pride of winter. He has gone beyond the determination of gender.

After looking at each other like this, Nangong Bingyu suddenly came to her senses, stroked her forehead and smiled, thinking that she was "a lot" old and was as easily confused as a little girl in 17 or 18 years. With a slight cough, Nangong Bingyu smiled and sighed, "I'm out of my temper."

People in red are used to it, and there is no expression on their faces. Just gently hooked the corners of his lips and replied lazily, "At least you can still talk."

The low and shallow voice seems to be laughing, but it makes people feel cold. It's not that kind of cold and frosty rejection of people thousands of miles away, nor is it that is arrogant and makes people at a loss, but that kind of cold and indifferent alienation is enough to make people not know how to get along with it.

Nangong Bingyu withdrew her sight funnyly. Should she be proud to see that she can still speak when she sees such a fairy face?! Picking up a few low-temperature tea and drinking it, Nangong Bingyu suddenly lit up, which was the best green saliva!! This kind of tea is only produced in Dajing Green Tea Mountain. Its output is small and difficult to find. It is basically wild.

She also found some before the New Year, and she didn't expect to drink it here.

He tasted it gently and praised, "It's really a good tea."

Nangong Bingyu put down the tea in her hand and turned to look at the man in red, "What do you have to do with Qiu Yang?" He is beautiful, but there is also a vague outline that shows that he is a little similar to Qiu Yang.