Bingyue shook her head hard, why did she always think of that guy?
"I'm warning you two, don't mention Liu Yunmo in front of me. I hate that guy to death." Bingyue said coldly.
Ruxue and Rushuang looked at each other with a smile and said quickly: "Yes, miss."
They looked at the graceful Luo Bingyue with smiles. They saw that she was dressed in purple and radiant. She really seemed to be the moon in a light smoke. She was graceful and graceful. Her bright black and white eyes were as clear as water and could illuminate the sun and the moon.
The thin purple sky silk looks like purple autumn water, with large lilies embroidered on the cuffs and hem. The delicate petals of the lilies are lifelike, with stamens in bloom, bright, noble, independent and unstained.
Xian Chen, it seems that the elegant fragrance of flowers comes out of her body at any time, and the elegant skirt flutters gently with the breeze blowing in from the window. Beauty can no longer express the kind of shock that makes people unable to take their eyes away.
Miss, you are really beautiful.
Ruxue and Rushuang couldn't help but sigh secretly in their hearts. Although the other three young ladies of the Luo family were also one of a million, they seemed to be fairies on earth, but compared with the sixth young lady in front of them, they immediately became the ones in front of Pearl.
A few grains of dust.
Miss Six's beauty is the kind of beauty that is indescribable and will never be forgotten once you see it.
But, I don’t know what will be the fate of such a beautiful Miss Bingyue?
Will she meet a man who truly cherishes her and loves her?
Rushuang sighed softly.
"Rushuang, why are you sighing?" Bingyue turned her head very strangely. When did this girl start to become sentimental?
"Miss, no, I'm just marveling. Miss is so beautiful. If Ruxue and I were both men, we would both fall in love with Miss." Rushuang said quickly.
"Tch, why do you have to be loved by a man? Why do women have to rely on men? Can't we women live a wonderful life on our own?" Bingyue pouted her lips gently, "Rushuang and Rushuang, you have to believe that there is no man.
, we can still live a wonderful and beautiful life.”
"I learned very nice musical notation from 'The Best Qin in the World'. Shall I play it for you?" Bingyue asked Ruxue and Rushuang with a smile.
"Yes." Rushuang and Ruxue nodded.
Bingyue looked lovingly at Ruxue's little blushing face. She was much stronger now than when she was first poisoned. She propped up Ruxue's delicate body with a pillow so that she could sit against it.
There.
"The No. 1 Qin in the World said that at present, maybe I am the only one who can play it, but I am still not very proficient, so you are not allowed to laugh at me." Bingyue said with a smile.
"Miss, we won't laugh at you." Rushuang said quickly.
Bingyue smiled and hugged her guqin, then took off her socks: "You have to use one foot to play this. The posture is indecent, so don't laugh at me."
Ruxue and Rushuang nodded quickly like woodpeckers.
Bingyue looked at the gleaming glazed locks on her feet, blinked her eyes, and plucked the crystal strings with both hands. The beautiful music kept flowing out under her fingers and toes.
The music was melodious, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, domineering, yet gentle. Ruxue and Rushuang held their fragrant cheeks and felt like they were mesmerized by the music.
Yes, it is really nice and nice music, it seems like the stars in the sky have forgotten to blink...
…
I don't know how long she played, but Bingyue looked at Ruxue and Rushuang quietly, and saw that the two girls had fallen asleep to the sound of her piano, with sweet smiles on their lips.
Bingyue smiled, quickly stood up, walked to the bed, put Ruxue and Rushuang on the bed, and then covered them with thin quilts.
She returned to her guqin and plucked the strings with only one hand. She was playing a very soothing and gentle tune.
While playing, she opened her lips lightly, and a beautiful singing voice came from her mouth. It was a very beautiful and melodious song:
I turn my sorrow into drunkenness and sleepiness,
I am still worried that my heart is tired,
It’s not me who writes poems, poems are written by me,
If I don’t drink wine, drink me.
When did the sound of shoes become cold with moss?
What is the most likely thing in the world to make you grow old?
Half the frost in my heart, half the shadow of a human being,
If I am not leaving, the moon is leaving me,
It’s not me who misses my hometown, I miss my hometown,
Returning to the old days, the red medicine beside the bridge did not recognize people.
After all, it was I who walked the road,
The road is still walking me,
The wind blows through the west window, and the passengers on the boat are nowhere to be found,
It is I who have passed through spring and autumn,
Or spring and autumn passed through me,
Every year there is new grass in the river, but it looks old from a distance.
Late at night, the lonely lamp shines without regret,
Looking back at Qingjiang, I am filled with tears.
The charming pat on the shoulder is afraid of seeing the bright moon dimmed,
A journey of mountains and rivers, a journey of songs,
A flute blows away the cold rain,
Dreams gently harmonize wherever the sound of leaves leaves...
The long eyelashes are lightly covered, like soft and beautiful feather fans. Yes, is it me who has walked the road, or is the road walking me? Is it me passing through spring and autumn, or is spring and autumn passing me.
How should I take the road after rebirth?
How can I live a wonderful life?
**
Almost at the same moment when Bingyue played the piano.
Inside a luxurious inn in Beijing.
In a beautiful room.
The handsome young man dressed in black looked coldly at his right subordinate, the killer Shen Chen, in front of him.
Blood kept pouring out from Shen Chen's chest, soaking his clothes.
Due to excessive blood loss, Shen Chen's handsome and charming face has become as thin as paper.
He was hit by Luo Bingyue's silver needle. The silver needle was deeply embedded in his body and even damaged his lungs. He almost had no strength to breathe. He was exhaling more and less inhaling. It was difficult to hold on.
(5) When he came back, he was lying dying in front of the young man in black.
"Young Master, I...failed." Shen Chen murmured, looking at the young man in black with a pair of dull eyes.
"I know." The young man in black said calmly, and quickly reached out his hand to seal all the acupuncture points on Shen Chen's body.
"Young Master, there is... a needle on my left chest. It was stabbed by that girl named Luo Bingyue. She... is really cruel..." Shen Chen said softly, insisting on saying these words.
As he spoke, his face became even paler, without any color at all.
"I understand, stop talking." The boy in black said coldly.
He tore open the black clothes on Shen Chen's chest with a swipe, and saw a small hole on the muscular chest, which was constantly seeping blood, but the blood was not black.
"Fortunately, that girl is not too poisonous. There is no poison in the needle. You will be fine." The young man in black said softly. He held up Shen Chen's body with one hand and gently pressed it with the other hand.
On that small wound.
Gathering his internal energy and pouring it into his right hand, the boy in black sucked hard, and a small silver needle flew out from Shen Chen's chest and was caught in the slender fingers of the boy in black.
The boy in black breathed a long sigh of relief, took out the elixir from his arms and fed it to Shen Chen.
This needle tortured Shen Chen for so long that he was almost exhausted.
After taking the medicine, his complexion gradually began to regain color, and his breathing became much smoother.
"You should rest well. You are too seriously injured and need to take a good breather." The boy in black said calmly.
"Young Master, my subordinates have humiliated the Young Master and failed to complete their mission." Shen Chen lowered his head and said.
The young man in black looked at the silver needle still stained with blood in his hand, and smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter, two more Shen Chens from such a woman will fall into her hands."
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