Yanyu Jiangnan Chapter 303 Yanyu Lao Niu

Han Feng looked at Dongfang carefully, and he completely covered it. He said in his heart, "Isn't this woman really sick?" But looking at the other party's appearance, his face was clear and indifferent, like a mirror lake in autumn. Let him get rid of this thought.

"If you do this, I... I will feel guilty."

Han Feng said sincerely that he was really a little anxious. Is the other party really so generous, or is there any trap waiting for him? He is really unpredictable.

Dongfang looked at Han Feng quietly, staring into his eyes, and then said seriously, "You don't need to feel guilty. Everything is God's will. Maybe I owe you in my last life. If you really feel a little sorry, please don't talk about today. OK?"

Han Feng was silent. How could he say such a thing?

"If anyone knows what happened today, I..."

Han Feng looked at the other party. He knew that with the other party's personality, he would definitely say that he would kill himself. But Dongfang carefully continued seriously and said that I would kill myself.

Her calm appearance is a visible decision. Han Feng was suddenly a little afraid. He said, "I swear..."

"There is no need." She turned her head and walked forward. The white lotus root-like barefoot stepping on the strange stone gives people an unspeakable beauty. Han Feng suddenly felt an indescribable sense of loss...

He was stunned for a moment, and at this time, there was a light sound in front of him. Han Feng woke up from the silence and flew away.

A soft body of Dongfang was squatting there. Han Feng hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Dongfang carefully frowned slightly, which made people feel sad to see. She glanced at Han Feng, with an indescribable amorous feelings between her eyebrows. He whispered an annoy.

"It's all your fault."

Han Feng didn't understand. How could you blame me if you were careless? But he was not too stupid. In a short time, he also understood. I laughed. No wonder in the back, the posture of looking at her walking was a little strange. It turned out that it was a storm. The other party had just changed from a girl to a woman, and her body was naturally a little uncomfortable. Looking at the coquettish and lovely look on the other party's angered face, Han Feng couldn't help but swing, and he laughed...

"Are you still laughing?"

"It's all my fault, my fault."

Han Feng said with a smile.

"No laughing."

"Okay, okay, don't laugh, don't laugh." Han Fengqiang endured his complacency and said, "Is it okay for me to atone for my sins?"

"How to atone for your sins?"

Han Feng slowly stretched out her arms. Before Dongfang could react carefully, one of her soft and delicate bodies had reached Han Feng's arms...

Dong was careful not to struggle. She closed her eyes slightly and said, "Let's go." Han Feng picked up the woman in his arms and walked down the mountain...

Along the way, no one spoke, but both sides could almost hear each other's heartbeats. Each of them is rolling in unspeakable thoughts and goes slowly...

"Why don't you talk?"

"I don't want to say it."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I don't know."

......

Jiangnan in May.

The grass grows and the warbler flies, and the flowers surround the trees. Today is the last day of May. The lingering raindrops fell hazyly... Like the tears of a lover.

On the post road, pear blossoms are in full bloom, white like snow, pink like haze, and buzzing bees shuttle between them from time to time. Collect hundreds of flowers and make them sweet. They ignore this slightly moist stamen. Maybe they think it's just a baptism of nature...

Indeed, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River only gives people lovesickness and sadness. But it can't evoke the idea of avoiding at all...

From time to time, there are one or two women or groups of three or five, accompanied by princes, or maids serving... They walked in the rain with oil-paper umbrellas. Unknown birds sing in the dense bushes, or attract friends, or enjoy the beautiful scenery...

A stream like a jasper belt slowly flowed out of the depths of Tiandan Mountain. Leaning against the mountain road, they flowed with each other. The water is extremely clear, and there are countless fish swimming. In the depths of the green bamboo, the water is falling, and the tinkling sound comes from the dark strange stones from time to time...

A straight figure floats over, white clothes beats snow, morning dew without touching clothes, tired face, I can't tell whether it is the fatigue of the long road or the fetters in my heart...

This person is Han Feng. He and Dongfang carefully came out of the Qingyang Olympic Room. The people in the Qingyang Forbidden Palace have already dispersed. Nor did he find Yue Tongsu and Kongkonger. He thought that Yue Xiaosu was protected by all the people in the Jade Girl Gate. His strength was good and should not be in danger. Kongkong's light skills are outstanding. He is originally a wise man of elves, and he doesn't bother to worry about it...

The matter fell to a conclusion. The two came all the way to Wuyun City after leaving the Purple Moon Canyon...

The number of pedestrians on both sides is gradually increasing. The majestic towers of Wuyun City in the distance can be seen, and this is the outskirts of the city.

Han Feng, who was alone, was a little absent-minded, and he seemed to have no intention of the gradually intensifying summer on both sides. Falling gently under your feet, and then falling, just on the road...

The fair lady who passed by from time to time also made him lose interest. Because of these shadows, what makes him think of Dongfang, who disappeared halfway, should be careful.

The two rested in an inn. When Han Feng woke up, Dongfang was careful to leave without saying goodbye. Hongfei wasmeng, leaving Han Feng a three-inch note: "It's predestined to meet. I'll go first. Forget me..."

Han Feng had a feeling of wanting to go crazy. Since she came out of the Qingyang Olympic Room, this woman has been cold to herself without saying a few words. He can't figure out what the other party thinks... Just left three inches of paper and a few lines of words, so you want to escape?......

There was nothing he could do, Han Feng had to go back to Wuyun City by himself.

He was walking forward, and his heart suddenly tightened for no reason. He frowned and turned his head to look. Except for the lake and mountains in the drizzle, there was no place for him to feel dangerous...

"I think I have experienced too many dangers in the Qingyang Forbidden Palace, and I'm a little nervous!"

He laughed at himself. Move your steps and continue to move forward.

"Selling flowers, selling flowers."

A vague voice came. The voice was tender and crisp, and I could hear the voice of a little girl. In the breeze and drizzle, the sound gradually became clear...

Han Feng kept walking forward, and he didn't pay attention to the sound, because in this early summer, the most indispensable thing is flowers. The flowers on both sides are more beautiful and more fragrant than the flowers picked...

After walking less than ten miles forward, the roads on both sides gradually flattened, and small Chaliao could be seen in the distance. The rain filament gradually became bigger, from a thin silk like cow hair to a thicker needle.

"I sell tea."

A crisp and full-pitated voice suddenly came to my ears. Han Feng followed the sound and saw a young man dressed in a blue coat standing in the rain, and the sound of hawking was coming in his direction...

This is close to the road, and Han Feng walks over. Xiao Er smiled at him and said, "Mr. Guest, Longjing before the good rain, do you want to have a drink before leaving?" He looked at the little two, with his cyan clothes, slightly dark skin, and a typical image of a man in the south of the Yangtze River of the Xuanhuang Dynasty. Laughing reveals two rows of neat white teeth, which is very pleasing...

Han Feng did not intend to stay. He shook his head slightly. Xiao Er's light laughter came from behind him: "The 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the misty rain. If you don't drink a cup of tea and take a look at the 30,000-li fireworks-covered Jiangnan Shengjing, do you owe something?

Han Feng turned around with a faint surprise on his face.

"Are you much more elegant?"

"Ha ha, guarding this beautiful country, even the edification has come out... Ha ha."

"Okay, just have a drink." Han Feng was moved. He stopped and walked into the tea house made of cyan thatch.

An old man with dim eyes and a cring body in Chaliao sits on a small wooden bench. Looking at the misty rain in the distance, I don't know what I'm thinking? Two girls in smoked gauze are sipping a cup of tea and enjoying the pear blossoms in the misty rain in the distance. They didn't look at Han Feng who came in. There were two black oil-paper umbrellas on the legs of the table next to them. It seemed that they came out to enjoy the scenery and were missed by the rain. Therefore, I stayed in this tea house, drinking tea to enjoy the scenery and recreation days...

Everything is a typical scenery in Jiangnan Chaliao, which is very familiar to Han Feng. But Han Feng's heart is always a little uncomfortable. He thinks that he may have been caused by the careful things of the East...

The old man came over with a dark round tray in his hand, with a purple sand pot and a celadon cup on the tray...

Han Feng has found a seat near the roadside. The old man walked closer and smiled at Han Feng. The latter found that the old man's eyes were full of white pupils, and no black eyes could be seen in the wide eye frame. The old man turned out to be a blind man, and he came by his voice.

"I'm invited."

The old and dim voice sounded, "What kind of tea do you want to drink?"

Han Feng has always had compassion for the disabled. He whispered, "Thank you for your hard work. Longjing will be fine before the rain.

The blind old man smiled and said, "It will be ready soon. Is the guest from Qingyang Town?

Han Feng was surprised and asked, "How did my father-in-law guess?"

The blind old man said, "This post road leads directly to Qingyang Town. Nine of the ten people come and go from there." After saying that, he put down the teapot and turned around...

Han Feng picked up the purple clay pot, which is a common teapot in Jiangnan, which is not unusual. He poured the tea into the teacup. The light blue water fell from the teapot to the sky-blue celadon, splashed with subtle white beads of water, and the fragrance of tea immediately overflowed...

"Authentic Yuqian Longjing."

Han Feng nodded slightly, but he didn't expect to find such a good tea in this rural shop, which surprised him...

Han Feng's deep index finger and middle finger, picked up the teacup and looked down at the clear green tea, just like a stream dozens of feet away. He smelled it gently under his nose and smelled the fragrance. He took a gentle sip, leaving a fragrance in his mouth, and there was a faint breath that went straight to his lungs, and his spirit couldn't help but clear...

Han Feng is located in the east of Chaliao, facing the main road. With a panoramic view of the misty rain, green trees and white pink pear blossoms, I can't help but feel very comfortable...

When he drank the third cup of tea, a faint voice suddenly came from the distance: "I'm selling flowers."......

It was the little girl's voice he heard earlier, but this time it was much closer. With the crisp and tender sound, a gray old cow appeared in Han Feng's vision, just like coming out of the sea of pear blossoms, slowly coming against a basket of smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River...