My bamboo horse is a broken sleeve

Chapter 5 Xumei 1 recitation

Leng Xiang snuggled up to the old vines, as if she was weaving a sweet dream for it, which was unbearable to be disturbed.It is picturesque and beautiful, just like a fairyland on earth——

If there were no shaking of these figures and the noise and disturbance.

The more she thought about it, the angrier Xue Yingfeng became, and she couldn't help turning to Han Zhuo who was at the side and complained: "Xiao Zhuo...they are so annoying..."

Han Yu didn't look at him, his eyes were attracted by the graceful and graceful lady-like Zhao Shuimei, he always felt that the feeling was a little familiar, but he still couldn't remember what gave him the feeling of deja vu, and his heart was tangled in a panic , then casually said to Xue Yingfeng, "If you don't look at it, it's fine."

"Opening eyes and closing eyes is human, why don't you tell me not to look at it? Unless this plum is not rewarded!"

"Oh? Very good, then let's go back now."

"Hey~" At the moment when Han Yu was about to turn around, Xue Yingfeng grabbed his sleeve in time, never expected that Han Yu's face would change so quickly, and it was clear that he was still fascinated by admiring plum blossoms, "Don't ...We have only been here not long ago..." There was a bit of childish coquettish meaning in the words, although Han Yan showed disgust on the surface, but he also followed the snow and faced the wind, and did not turn his head away like before.He didn't realize it himself, but Xue Yingfeng felt a little bit surprised, wondering when Han Yan started to play his tricks...

However, how could Xue Yingfeng expect that there would be something even more unexpected for him——

"windward."

"Ok?"

For a long while, there was no response.After a long period of silence, Xue Yingfeng was about to speak, but didn't want Han Yan to say something surprising——

"I think this Zhaoshui looks a bit like you."

"!" Xue Yingfeng's heart trembled, she couldn't help being stunned, her fine eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings a few times, "Why—why?"

"Feeling." Throwing down the simple two words, Han Yan stepped forward, as if he was deliberately avoiding it, as if... regretted saying this?

Although seeing Han Zhuo's seemingly indifferent reaction, Xue Yingfeng was extremely happy, perhaps only he could understand the meaning behind Han Zhuo's words.Unable to hide the little joy in his heart, he hurriedly followed, "smugly" whispering in Han Xi's ear...

"Xiao Yan~ You said that Zhaoshui looks like me, but I think you are somewhat similar to that Youlong."

Hearing this, the corners of Han Yan's lips stiffened slightly, and he regretted even more that he was just... impulsive...

"Since we are so destined to these two kinds of plum blossoms, then I... write a poem for them, and for you and me, what do you think?"

"Han Lu doesn't know where the relationship between himself and You Long came from... Could it be that Xue Yingfeng was forced to do it?

The pavilions are hidden in snow in winter, and the plum blossoms are fragrant three times.Han Yin Luoqu pours a cup to drink, drunk in the center of Yushan.

The smoke leads to the traces of the empty steps, and the thousand flocs soak in the sky.According to the water, it is the shadow of a swimming dragon, and the resentment of the pavilion is not dissociated.

Han Yu didn't take Xue Yingfeng's joyful poem seriously, but he never imagined that when he heard someone singing this poem again, it would be in a distant place in the future... Of course, this is all More to come...

After reciting a good poem, Xue Yingfeng slowly regained some interest, and began to drag Han Yu to places where there were few people.After several twists and turns, he found a good place.

After wandering around for a few times, Xue Yingfeng dragged Han Yu to a corner of Xumei Garden.There are three or two trees of red plums planted here alone. Although they are not rare varieties, the flowers are full and graceful, which has a special flavor.

The path paved with pebbles leads to an unnamed hexagonal pavilion at the end, and a small rockery is built on the side of the pavilion.Because few people came, it was covered with thick snow all around.

Xue Yingfeng and Han Yu crossed to the pavilion, took out the wine and put it on the stone table in the pavilion, and began to drink together.

"Good wine, good wine!" Xue Yingfeng couldn't help sighing.Han Yan also thought so in his heart, but after regretting a few times just now, he no longer intends to speak.

The wind carried a few snowflakes, gently and slowly blowing into the pavilion.Thinking about this journey, Xue Yingfeng walked side by side with Han Zhuo, which was actually a bit of his selfishness, just being able to stay with Han Zhuo like this, even if he was speechless, he felt very satisfied.In the future, how many years can I spend with him, if it is a lifetime, how many places can I go with him in my lifetime.

Xue Yingfeng was immersed in her own boundless reverie, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow passing behind the rockery, Xue Yingfeng didn't want to pay attention to it.But this also attracted Han Yu's attention. Han Yu was a cautious person, and in places where princes and nobles hang out, whoever's whereabouts are so sneaky, he immediately followed.

The author said that July is just around the corner, six thousand is not a joke... oh~