Red plums reflect youth

Chapter 19 Moon Soul and Flower Soul

Seeing Ziqing looking suspiciously at the backs of the two leaving, Cui Guanshi at the side said knowingly: "That is the eldest son of General Weiyuan's family, Mu Chengyou."

"It was him..."

At this time, the maid Cui Ling came downstairs and greeted Ziqing to the compartment on the second floor.

When Cui Ling went upstairs, she secretly turned her head and made a face outside the door: "Hmph! If you want a girl to dance, it doesn't matter how handsome you are."

Then he led Ziqing the way and opened the curtain wittily and enthusiastically.

Ziqing thanked Cuiling and walked in.

Looking up, she saw Yu Xuefei was admiring a landscape painting on the wall, the delicate profile of her side face appeared soft and affectionate under the bright light.

Ziqing quickly buried her head in the salute, a slight blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Under Liu Ziqing, I met Miss Xuefei." His voice trembled a little because he saw the person he admired in his heart.

"Ziqing... Think of Zi as Qing, a good name." Yu Xuefei turned around when she heard the words, her eyes were as deep as water: "Want to come to Qingcheng Pavilion?"

Ziqing raised his head and replied neither humble nor overbearing: "Exactly."

"Can you write poetry?"

"... I have learned a little bit."

"Have you ever sung?"

"……untested."

"How about playing the piano?"

"……Won't."

"Then..." Yu Xuefei hesitated a little, then asked softly: "How old are you?"

Ziqing replied, "Seventeen."

Yu Xuefei smiled elegantly, and looked at the peach tree outside the window: "Xuefei was about five years old when she first learned to dance, and she still remembers that day when the peach blossoms were in full bloom."

With Ziqing's exquisite heart, Yu Xuefei couldn't hear Yu Xuefei implying that he had passed the best age for learning arts.

A trace of disappointment flashed in her heart, and following Yu Xuefei's gaze, she looked out the window, and the peach blossoms that were full of trees were in full bloom, bright and delicate.

"In March in Yangchun, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, and all the flowers are beautiful. She is the only one who is extremely thin. Only a few bloom here and there..."

Yu Xuefei was puzzled and looked at Ziqing in confusion.I saw Ziqing looking at the peach tree outside the window in a daze, with deep affection in his eyes, and murmured:

"The sparse branches tremble slightly, lonely and lonely."

"After she has cultivated enough to be able to transform into a flower demon, she will transform into a human form every night and tell the bright moon in the sky about her low self-esteem."

Only then did Yu Xuefei understand that the handsome child in front of her wanted to write a story for this peach tree.So he just smiled and listened silently.

"One night, the bright moon disappeared, leaving only the stars all over the sky. There was a fairy beside the peach tree, with a high temperament, bright like the moon. He reached out and picked two leaves and put them on his lips, and then he blew out the most beautiful tune in the world. "

"Peach tree listens to the music, transforms into a demon, and dances to the beat."

"He plays music, she dances, without saying a word to each other, it is the most moving scene every night."

"There is no bright moonlight in the sky, but the eyebrows and eyes of the people around me are like the ghost of the moon. Her dance is getting better and better, her figure is getting more and more graceful, and her face is getting more and more red."

"Another night, the man rode away with the wind, and there was a bright moon in the sky again, and the moonlight sprinkled the ground, and the peach tree was full of flowers, shining brightly in the moonlight."

"The next day, the wind blew and withered all over the place."

"Because that night was bustling, she exhausted all her aura, and she just wanted him to remember it for the rest of her life..."

After Ziqing finished speaking, the water in his eyes flickered, and he remained silent for a long time.Cui Ling on the side began to sob softly.

Yu Xuefei was silent for a long time, her delicate eyes were like pearls brushed by water on the bottom of the sea, she asked softly, "What happened next?"

Ziqing was still looking out of the window, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and tenderness flashed in his eyes: "Later, the immortal used Qi to transform into a pear tree, and stood beside her, accompanying her forever. Therefore, this peach tree, The flowers bloom like a brocade every year, corresponding to the pear tree next to it."

Cui Ling burst into tears and laughed.

But Yu Xuefei didn't show her face, she walked forward, caressed Shang Ziqing's arm, and said seriously and persistently: "Later, this peach tree bloomed like a brocade every year, but it was only for the bright moon in the sky."

After finishing speaking, he turned his slender body away from Ziqing, put his hands on his forehead, and said indifferently, "Cui Ling, I'm tired."

Cui Ling, who was on the side, smiled brightly, pulled Ziqing out of the cubicle, and heard her say crisply, "Ziqing, that's great. Another wonderful person has come to Qingcheng Pavilion. I'm so happy." The voice was crisp and clear , such as beads falling into a jade plate.

Ziqing was puzzled when she heard Yu Xuefei just now, she clearly saw Yu Xuefei turning her back and ignoring him, why Cuiling was so excited and wanted to show him around.

Cui Ling giggled: "I, I've never seen a girl so moved."

Cui Ling didn't wait for Ziqing to reply, and went on talking on her own:

"Qingcheng Pavilion is so big up and down, and it's all the girls who take care of it."

"I still have to deal with this official, that lord, for example, the dead son just now, let him drink good tea and say good things to him, so that we don't bother him any more."

"For so many years, I have hidden my sorrows and joys in my heart. Alas, my heart hurts watching it."

"Ziqing, I really like your story."

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