This is the seventh day that Zhumiao Courtyard was sealed. In the desolate and dilapidated courtyard surrounded by high walls, the vegetation was rustling. But in the courtyard reflected by the ruined walls, there was a new swing frame, with a blue man sitting on it.
Woman in clothes.
That is a woman with beautiful appearance and unparalleled elegance.
The clothes were made of ordinary materials, and the woman's body was pure and elegant, without any pearls. However, that gorgeous face was the best decoration. Even ordinary clothes were worn by her with a fairy-like air.
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Mu Qingyu's demeanor was very leisurely, not like she had been in lockdown for seven days without eating or drinking.
She even had an old book in her hand that she found in an unknown room and was looking through it.
The sun is warm and shines on the swing. The woman's expression is calm and indifferent. The sun falls through the treetops, and among the sparse shadows, it seems to give her a halo as she walks.
The swing frame is very simple. It is just a bench with its legs removed, and then tied with two ropes and hung on the tree. It is simple and simple, but because of the people sitting on it, it is a little more special out of thin air.
The yard has not yet been completely sorted out. There is an open space, a circle of grass, a vigorous old plum tree, and a row of bamboos. It is the coexistence of freshness and simplicity, desolation and exquisiteness.
Mu Qingyu, who is wearing light blue clothes and reading quietly, makes this place lively.
This feeling and scene are as poetic as picturesque.
The years are quiet and good, nothing more than this!
However, this calm was soon broken.
"Whoosh" was heard twice, and two people suddenly fell down in the empty small yard. Before their feet even touched the ground, their fists and feet were already fighting in the air for several times.
When they landed, they were even more furious.
Fists and kicks were thrown back and forth, the wind was blowing, and they regarded this small courtyard as their battlefield!
The two people were fighting so hard in the yard that the weeds stood up straight. The sound of fists and kicks hitting each other, as well as the sound of fists and kicks, showed that the two of them were not distracted.
"Do you have my permission to fight in my yard?" A clear, shallow, indifferent and distant voice, like beads falling on a jade plate, like the cool breeze of a cold spring, penetrated the ears of the two of them clearly.
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The two people who were fighting fiercely were shocked. They both made defensive postures and looked towards where the sound came from.
The simple swing frame, the woman with delicate and picturesque features, her clear eyes, distant and cold, looked at them so coolly.
Her delicate brows were slightly frowned, the book in her hand was pressed on her knees, as if she was dissatisfied with being interrupted while reading, and she looked at the two of them with very displeased eyes.
Both of them were a little startled. They looked at each other and then at the woman on the swing, feeling that this scene was a bit strange.
They are fighting, the kind where their punches are hard to the flesh and their kicks are deadly.
They are not unwary people. Someone here should notice it immediately, but this yard is so dilapidated that it makes people think it has been abandoned for several years; this woman is also too quiet, so quiet that they don't feel alive at all.
Naturally, there was no doubt that there was someone in the yard, and they were close at hand.
These are two young people. The one on the left has a handsome face, delicate features, and a bit of laziness and casualness. The corner of his mouth seems to be arrogant. This is probably the attitude he usually has. He just tried to disturb others at this time.
The long and narrow red phoenix eyes are deep and transparent, bright and conspicuous.
He is dressed in a sky-blue brocade robe, laziness and nobility coexist, exuding a unique temperament, handsome and picturesque.
The one on the right is of a different type from this one, with black hair and a jade hosta, a robe made of auspicious clouds, and a gold-threaded hem that is gorgeous and delicate. His face is cold, his eyebrows are alienated, and he looks at everything with a look of aloofness and condescension.
The aura of dust.
Both of them are young, around 20 years old. With their temperament, I believe that in any other place, they would have noble status that people would look up to.
However, at this time, probably due to a fight, the two of them seemed to be aloof and unearthly, and suddenly fell into the mortal world and took on the earth.
There were outsiders around, so the two of them didn’t fight.
The man in azure brocade robe looked around and asked in surprise: "Who are you?"
They didn't care about so much when they were fighting, and now it seemed that it was indeed Meng Lang.
Before Mu Qingyu could answer, the man in auspicious cloud robes had already sneered: "Looks like he's not a human, he's a ghost!"
Mu Qingyu was not angry. Instead, she laughed. In her smile, the flowers bloomed layer by layer in the spring breeze. It was so beautiful and dazzling. She said leisurely: "You are right!"
The man in auspicious clouds and brocade robes raised his eyebrows, and his voice was like gold and jade. It was very pleasant, but the words he said were not very pleasant: "This is the inner courtyard of Prince Liang's mansion, right? Since it's not a human or a ghost, it must be the rumor that was spread some time ago.
Is Princess Liang lying ill in the palace and unable to see anyone?"
The fact that the Rizhao Pavilion by the Golden Willow Pond in the palace was too sensational at first, and although Prince Liang married Mu Qingyu, everyone knew that with the temper of Prince Liang Chu Xinyuan, there was no news in the palace that the princess died suddenly in half a month.
The news is already very surprising.
There is an inadvertent nobility in the two people's bones. They are obviously from the capital and have a high background. There are four walls around here. Even if Prince Liang hides his beauty in a golden house, he has no way to hide it. This guess of the man in Xiangyun's brocade robe is very reasonable.
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But unexpectedly, Mu Qingyu's face darkened. She was originally calm and calm, but now her face suddenly changed.
This chapter has been completed!