Chapter 34 First See Ziwei

Hua Xiaoyan walked east and west. At this time, she walked into the garden again. A curved stream flowed. The willow leaves hanging on both sides of the stream were deep green, and the silk floated with the wind. The long wicker hanging in the clear water occasionally unknown fish jumped through the weeping willows. There are also many different varieties of flowers around the weeping willows, which are full of fragrance. Hua Xiaoyan turns in a circle in place. The sky is so beautiful everywhere, and she is intoxicated with it.

The sun is full of flowers and smoke, and the moon is as bright as sleepless.

Zhao Se stopped the phoenix pillar for the first time, and Shu Qin wanted to play the mandarin duck string.

This song is deliberately unsed, and I would like to send it to you with the spring breeze.

I remember you all the way across the blue sky. In the past, I was full of tears.

If you don't believe that the concubine's intestines are broken, let's take a look in front of the mirror.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano and the woman singing from the end of the stream, such a melodious and clear, like a mountain spring playing among the green mountains; such an unrestrained; like the majestic wind floating through the top of the willows, such a gentle and beautiful, like a colorful butterfly in the flowers; such a cold and noble, like the point in the snow dance. Red plum... Sometimes the sound of the piano is as high as the clouds and the sound is as low as the words; sometimes the sound of the piano is as faint as the silk in the wind; sometimes the sound is as calm as a pine cliff, sometimes the sound is exciting, and sometimes the sound of the piano is empty... The piano and Se time are combined, and the time is as smooth as a river into the sea, and the time is as flexible as a shallow stream.

Hua Xiaoyan looked from the weeping willows. At this time, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and she saw a purple shadow swinging her long sleeves gently. With the melodious singing, she danced. Her vegetarian muscles were not dirty and naive. She was covered with green, and her delicate body rotated, turning faster and faster. Suddenly, she flew up from the ground, and the jade hand waved, dozens of The purple ribbon came out gently, and there seemed to be purple waves in the garden. It flew to the silk ribbon in the sky. The slender feet were gentle, and the clothes flew. The slender waist and limbs were as soft as willows, graceful, and the left-right turn and right dance dispersed with the wind. The song seemed to be charming, and Hua Xiaoyan was still deeply addicted...

At this moment, the purple ribbon flew from the fairy's sleeve to the place where Hua Xiaoyan was.

"Who is there?" The fairy's voice seemed to come out of the valley yellow warbler, and the listener seemed to have stirred ripples in the bottom of their hearts.

Hua Xiaoyan deftly dodged the flying silk ribbon. She smiled and said, "Sister fairy, I don't mean any harm. I'm just attracted by your song."

The purple light flashed, and the fairy stood in front of Hua Xiaoyan. Her beautiful and elegant face rippled with a beautiful smile like spring, "Are you Hua Xiaoyan?"

Hua Xiaoyan was hooked again. The fairy was dressed in purple and tulle like a flower. The willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes are beautiful. Her figure is curled and concave and convex, with crisp breasts and beautiful buttocks. Her hair is scattered like a waterfall, a bunch of slender waist, ** light points; her facial features are exquisite, her skin is as pink as snow, ice muscle jade bones, soft and delicate voice; just need to look at the flowers It blooms with thousands of purples and thousands of reds; as long as the red lips are slightly opened, the yellow warbler will gently turn the pearl and jade sound; as long as the waist sway gently, the green willow will floats the spring breeze a few degrees; the beauty of heaven and earth is like this, which is actually heaven and earth, gorgeous ghosts and gods, unique, beautiful and romantic, and a first-class beauty fairy!

"Hua Xiaoyan Fairy?"

"Well, what's the name of Sister Fairy?" She wiped the corners of her mouth and asked.

"Ziwei."

"Wow, that's a good name. It's really a name. Can I call you Sister Ziwei in the future? Hua Xiaoyan asked weakly.

She smiled sweetly: "Of course."

Hua Xiaoyan didn't expect that this Ziwei fairy was not only beautiful, but also so friendly. Oh, heaven is really a good place!

"Sister Ziwei, you can also call me Xiaoyan directly in the future. That's what the master calls me." Hua Xiaoyan was still familiar with her, and she suddenly got closer to the Purple Mythia flower, the most favorite of the Queen Mother.

"Hehe, okay." She agreed softly.

"Sister Ziwei, can you teach me to sing?" Hua Xiaoyan blinked her big innocent eyes.

Ziwei Fairy took Hua Xiaoyan's hand and smiled: "Of course."

She is also a woman, but Hua Xiaoyan is deeply impressed by the beauty of Ziwei. Such a beautiful beauty makes people admire and admire.

Shame under the tree:

"Marshal Xuanwu, I'm giving up." Emperor Bai Ling took a sip of tea lightly.

"No, no, this doesn't count. Come again." Marshal Xuanwu waved his hand, looking like a fool.

"It's getting late. Let's do it next time." After saying that, Emperor Bai Ling got up and said goodbye.

"Next time, I don't know which monkey year it is. Hey, it doesn't matter. Bai Ling, take your time."

Emperor Bai Ling nodded slightly. Turning around and about to leave, I found that Hua Xiaoyan was missing! Emperor Bai Ling frowned slightly, waved his sleeves, and a mirror appeared in front of him, "Xiaoxi River..." He whispered.

As the sun sets, the sky is covered with colorful glows, and the heavenly palace is coated with a light red color.

"Haha, Sister Ziwei, I will, I will!" Hua Xiaoyan danced with joy. The purple myrtle fairy smiled in a low voice. This scene is fascinating.

"Sister Xiaoyan, can you play the piano?"

"Well, a little bit. The master sometimes strokes the piano. He also taught me a song, but I haven't practiced it for a long time. I'm afraid it sounds a little unsatisfactory." Hua Xiaoyan scratched the back of her head with some embarrassment.

Ziwei smiled and said, "It's okay. Just play a song."

Hua Xiaoyan was not easy to shirk, so she concentrated on it. She looked at the nose, the nose, the heart, and the heart under the breath was evenly adjusted. Sitting in front of the fifth emblem of the piano, she gently pressed her hand on the string, and integrated the heartstrings of her heart with the guqin. The beautiful melody poured out, the soft rhythm and the cheerful rhythm were full of Ling. With a comfortable feeling, Ziwei could hear the spirit, and her appreciation for the White Ling Emperor was a little more. In the second half, the rhythm of the piano sound produced unprecedentedly rich and changeable, clearly and vividly depicting the magnificent war situation. In the magnificent tune, there is also a little desolation. What a wonderful song.

When the sound of the piano fell, Hua Xiaoyan withdrew her hand. Ziwei clapped her hands and said, "Sister Xiaoyan has got the true biography of Emperor Bai Ling. A song played so excitingly. If this song is only in the sky, how can you hear it in the world? I sigh that I'm not as good as it."

Hearing Ziwei's praise, Hua Xiaoyan waved her hand shyly and said, "No, Xiaoyan's three-legged cat kung fu is not half as good as the master."

"Ha ha, if you can hear Bai Ling Emperor stroke the piano with your own ears, you will be really lucky." Ziwei lowered her head shyly.

"Xiaoyan, in the blink of an eye, what did you do here?"

As soon as she heard the slightly angry voice mixed with the indifference of Emperor Bai Ling, Hua Xiaoyan's heart thumped and had a good time. Unexpectedly, she forgot the master.

"It's Bai, Bai Ling Emperor." There was a blush on Ziwei's cheeks. She whispered, excited and nervous.

Emperor Bai Ling walked slowly, and his eyes only fell on Hua Xiaoyan next to Ziwei.

"Master, Master."

"Hmm?"

"Xiaoyan knew her mistake. She shouldn't take the opportunity to come and play." Hua Xiaoyan bulged her cheeks and looked up at Emperor Bai Ling, as if she was acting coquettish.

"Emperor Bai Ling." Ziwei bowed and lowered her head slightly, with thousands of tenderness in her eyes.

"The Ziwei Fairy doesn't have to be polite." Emperor Bai Ling said lightly. For more than 6,000 years, Emperor Bailing talked to a fairy for the first time. Although there was only one sentence, Ziwei was not to mention how satisfied she was. Now she is commensurate with Hua Xiaoyan as a sister, and there will be more opportunities to meet Emperor Bai Ling in the future.

"Master, this is the fairy I just met, Sister Ziwei. She treats me well." Hua Xiaoyan said happily.

"Thank you, Ziwei Fairy, for taking care of Xiaoyan." The tone softened a little, "Xiaoyan, it's time to go back."

Without saying a word, Hua Xiaoyan pulled the sleeve of Emperor Bai Ling and waved goodbye to Ziwei: "Goodbye, sister Ziwei. I will come to play with you again."

Ziwei smiled and waved to her. Then her eyes fell on the White Ling Emperor. It was not until there were only two people's backs in the sky that she lost her mind and stepped forward. "I haven't seen you for more than 6,000 years. Emperor Bailing seems to have changed a lot." Ziwei's thoughts drifted back to more than 6,000 years ago, when she first saw the scene of Emperor Bailing. That was the time when he fought with the demon...

Let's not talk about it, let's take a look at the situation on Shi Zimo.

Behind the misty fog, there is a gloomy scene of spring. The grass buds are green, the peach color is light red, and the tortuous and roundabout streams are flowing. A few pink peach blossoms are floating in the stream. The pavilion with the four corners of the stream is reflected on the clear water. The oblique green trees cover the two figures in the pavilion, and the wind blows the shadows of the trees. It's vague.

"The poem you just made is really beautiful. God is in a good mood now and can satisfy your wish." The man wore a water-colored robe, with jade belts and ink hair, and glazed around his waist. His eyes were like ink jade, and his face was like a white wall. He raised his eyes slightly and compared this intoxicating spring color far away.

When Shi Zimo heard the words, a surprise flashed in his eyes, "Is Ye Hua's words serious?"

"Hmm."

"It's getting late. Can Yehua let me go home?" Shi Zimo asked cautiously.

"Does it make you feel embarrassed to stay here?" He put a folding fan against the smooth chin of the stone ink, and a trace of purity flashed in his eyes.

Shi Zimo's cheeks flushed, and he lowered his head and was at a loss. "I, but, God..."

"Well, tell me, where do you live?"

"Qingyan Mountain." The stone ink is as true.

Hearing this, Yehua smiled and said, "Go back."

Shi Zimo breathed a sigh of relief and hurried away.

Ye Hua's eyebrows fluctuated slightly, watching him walk out of the pavilion step by step, the lonely single shadow that gradually faded away, and a beautiful arc raised the corners of his mouth.

The peach blossoms are blooming unrestrainedly, fragrant, and the eyes are full of crimson color. The stream flowed quietly, and the petals fell with the wind. The blue waves rippled a few ripples.

Shi Zimo kept rushing in the direction of Qingyan Mountain.

"Oh, no." Hua Xiaoyan knocked on the head and said, "I forgot the pebble." Seeing that Qingyan Mountain was close in front of her, Hua Xiaoyan thought of Shi Zimo.

Bai Ling Emperor paused and turned his cold eyes to Hua Xiaoyan.

"Master, Xiaozi is still with a god. Shall we go to him?" Hua Xiaoyan held the sleeves of Emperor Bai Ling and looked nervous.

"No, he can find the way back to Qingyan Mountain."

After saying that, Emperor Bai Ling and Hua Xiaoyan returned to Qingyan Mountain.