Li Jingshu bit her lip and struggled internally for a long time before finally saying, "Well, this bed isn't too small, so squeeze it in." Her voice became softer and quieter, and in the end she could barely hear it clearly.

"What are you talking about?" Lan Qiao said without hesitation, and at the same time pushed open the door of the wooden house that had been broken with only half a board left.

A bright bolt of lightning flashed across the sky outside the door, illuminating the entire dense forest as bright as day.

Li Jingshu's delicate body trembled, and she instinctively wanted to cover her ears, but unfortunately her body was weak. She raised her hands a few inches and then dropped them weakly.

Along with the rumbling thunder, Li Jingshu closed her eyes in despair, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Lan Qiao turned back from the door and squatted beside Li Jingshu's bed and asked softly.

Li Jingshu shook her head feebly, her body trembling constantly. "Sir, please close the door, please?"

Although there was only half a broken board left in the door, which could not be said to be "closed", Lan Qiao still stood up and closed the door.

Li Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "There is water everywhere in this house, and you don't even have a dry place to stay. If you don't mind, please lie down next to me."

She had finished speaking, and Lan Qiao didn't want to say anything anymore. He sighed secretly and got into bed with his clothes on. Li Jingshu lay inside, and Lan Qiao lay outside. Both of them were upright, taking up as little space as possible, but in the end, it was between the two of them.

Leave a gap four fists wide.

"Sir," Li Jingshu said quietly, "Can you turn off the lights?"

The blue bridge blew out the lights, and the wooden house fell into darkness. Only the sound of dripping rain made people picture the scene at this moment in their minds.

Li Jingshu may have been too tired, and she fell asleep soon after, breathing evenly.

Lan Qiao, however, listened to the sound of rain and felt the heat emanating from Li Jingshu's body and her unique fragrance, and could not fall asleep for a long time.

I can't get what I want, so I sleep hard and think about it. It's leisurely, tossing and turning.

This sentence in the Book of Songs is perfect to describe Lan Qiao's tangled state of mind at this moment, because Li Jingshu was the girl he admired when he first fell in love eight years ago.

He was sixteen years old that year.

At that time, Lan Qiao was already a well-known upright swordsman in the world. He was famous not only because of his outstanding swordsmanship and because he was the eldest son of Dingyuan Bo Lan Ruohai, but also because he was famous for hating evil.

He defeated the five tyrants of Yinshan with one man and one sword, and defeated Ma Zuying, the leader of the Taihu heroes, within thirty moves. Sixteen-year-old Lan Qiao strode after his father with his illustrious military exploits.

However, people make mistakes and horses make mistakes, and Lan Qiao made a mistake during an operation to wipe out bandits. Faced with the siege of hundreds of bandits, he fought his way through with his tenacious will. By the time he reached the foot of the mountain, he was covered with wounds. In the end, he was covered in wounds.

What was fatal was the love-killing poison palm of the bandit leader Chu Tianqi. The poisonous gas entering his body only made Lan Qiao feel like he was burning inside, making him miserable.

He soon passed out.

When he opened his eyes again, it was a bright morning, and Xu Qiuyu sat kindly by his bed. Lan Qiao knew that as long as Uncle Xu was there, there was no need to worry about anything.

It was a winter and a very warm morning. The warm sunshine shone on Lan Qiao through the window panes, making him feel comfortable all over. A gentle sound like the melting snow on the mountains came from nowhere.

It fell in his ears, burned into his heart, and made him feel refreshed, as if all the pain in his body had left him.

He got out of bed with some difficulty, walked out of the door on crutches, followed the sound, and saw Li Jingshu for the first time.

It was a girl about the same age as him, wearing a light satin skirt as blue as the sky, with black hair like flowing clouds flowing smoothly around her shoulders, and a pair of moving eyes like the most sweet and mellow wine. The girl tilted her head sideways.

Sitting on the ground, looking a little lazy in the sun, a pair of delicate hands played on the piano seemingly casually, but the sound of the piano flowed out from his fingers like the sound of nature.

The girl seemed to be aware of his arrival. She raised her head and looked at him, showing a moving smile that dazzled him. However, she lowered her head shyly and continued her playing.

Lan Qiao wanted to say something to say hello to her, but no matter how hard he tried, the words came to his lips but remained unsaid.

The girl sat inside the door, and Lan Qiao stood outside. The girl strummed the strings as if nothing had happened, and Lan Qiao stood listening in rapt attention. At that moment, time seemed to have stopped.

"This is the daughter of Princess Lin'an and the Prince Consort." The scene when Xu Qiuyu introduced the two of them is still vivid in her mind. At that time, Li Jingshu neither greeted him politely nor introduced her name, nor even looked at him twice.

He just nodded to him as a greeting and left in a hurry. Seeing that the girl was so indifferent to him, Lan Qiao naturally became even more shy. Seeing the girl walking away, he was dumbfounded and couldn't say a word.

come out.

Lan Qiao settled in Xu Qiuyu's thatched cottage, and could often see the girl with royal blood again. Sometimes she was watering flowers in the flower field, sometimes collecting herbs in the medicine field, sometimes playing the piano in the piano room, and sometimes dancing under the trees.

.The flowers she watered were always particularly bright, her figure collecting herbs was the most delicate and graceful, the sound of the piano under her fingers seemed to purify the soul, and her dancing postures broke into the dreams of young people more than once.

When he was in Jinan, Wang Xiaowan asked him if there was a dance he liked. He said he had seen it a long time ago, and it reminded him of Li Jingshu. I don’t know whether she is mature or immature, mysterious and noble, and her every move and every turn reminded her of Li Jingshu.

, even every expression is so appropriate, so natural, not a bit more, not a cent less.

It was neither a worldly entertainment for the eyes and ears nor a dance to tease men's lust. She was right there, as if accompanying the sunset, as if she was entertaining herself in the shadow of a tree.

After that, ordinary singing and dancing could no longer enter Lan Qiao's eyes, until he later met Feng Yeling and Hua Yuxi.

I don’t know whether it was because of embarrassment or low self-esteem. Although Lan Qiao often met Li Jingshu in Xu Qiuyu’s Yaolu, he almost never talked to her. Every time they met her, the two of them just smiled and signaled that they belonged to the sixteen-year-old young swordsman.

His shyness made him not only unable to say a word when facing such a wonderful girl, but also unable to control his pounding heartbeat.

He admired this girl and looked forward to seeing her a few more times every day. However, when he did see her, he only dared to look at her from a distance, as if every time he approached her was a kind of blasphemy.

Seeing him like this, Xu Qiuyu only smiled slightly and didn't point it out. Of course he knew what the sixteen-year-old boy was thinking and how to protect Lan Qiao's fragile self-esteem in front of this proud girl.

Once, Xu Qiuyu had a whim and said that he wanted to hang a couplet on his thatched cottage, and asked Lan Qiao and the girl to each write a couplet for him.

This was the first time that Lan Qiao was so close to her. The fragrance on the girl's hair made him blush. He could even feel the hot body temperature under the girl's thin shirt, which made him almost out of breath.

The girl first picked up a pen and quietly wrote on the neat rice paper, "Bend down and taste the herbs, taste the sweet and bitter tastes." Her handwriting is not as round and graceful as most girls, nor as free and freehand as some literati.

Instead, it is an extremely neat, clear and beautiful regular script, with each stroke clearly distinguishable and each stroke having its own style. From top to bottom, there is not a single word that is scrawled, and there is not a single stroke that is careless from beginning to end.

Lan Qiao watched with admiration, and couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.
Chapter completed!