Xue Ming took a deep breath, "Oh, I..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pursed his lips and looked straight at the tent above his head, with a calm and calm look deep in his eyes.
Calmly, as if there was a profound Buddhist secret on the bed tent, which made him suddenly enlightened.
Looking at his appearance, Zhao Yue's glazed heart suddenly broke into eight petals, "Just now you said you wouldn't show off in front of me, now you've become a hero again!" As he said that, he tore off a piece.
The gaudy handkerchief gently pressed the corner of Xue Ming's mouth and asked in a warm voice: "Does your blood taste good?"
Xue Ming curled his lips slightly, and a stream of bright red blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth. After a while, the veil was soaked through, and he glanced at the still gaudy veil.
Said: "Your veil is better."
Zhao Yue raised his hand and put the blood-soaked handkerchief into the basin. The half-bath of clear water suddenly turned into red blood, "Xiao Bai, you chased away the little junior sister. She can't see this bloody thing."
, don’t worry blindly.”
"Zhao Yue, do you still remember the little song you sang to me when you were a child?" The smile on Xue Ming's face was as pale as snowflakes. Just like many years ago, Zhao Yue was frightened.
That winter, when he was eight years old, he went to the palace for the first time to have a banquet. The banquet in the palace was not to his liking, so he dismissed the eunuchs and nuns who were accompanying him, and secretly went to the imperial garden to wander around.
He ran into a white-robed boy who was a head shorter than him.
At that time, he did not know that the young boy was the Empress Dowager's favorite, the supreme third prince. He just thought that the young boy was very arrogant. Not only did he not be polite when he saw him, but he also leaned against the rockery to bask in the sun without moving.
The sun, the little son of the little son is pampering, and the people hurt all the people. He was angry for a while.
Zhao Yue snorted, "I get angry whenever this matter is mentioned! At that time, Xue Xu's father rebelled, and you just took a whip from him, and the wounds on your body haven't healed yet, so why didn't you say anything?
What?" At that time, one of his old punches came down, and the little man in the white robe was curled up on the ground covered in blood, without saying a word. He was so shocked that he thought he had mastered a peerless magical skill.
"It hurts no matter what, so there's no point in wasting your efforts." Xue Ming blinked slowly, "Zhao Yue, I'm in so much pain right now, why don't you sing that little song again."
At that time, he caused him to lie down for more than a month. The pain kept the five-year-old child from tossing and turning. His sweetheart, Liuli, felt guilty, so she stayed by his bedside every day, holding his hand and singing
A ditty taught to him by his mother.
It seemed like he was back when he was a child again. He held his hand and sang softly: "The dawn breeze brings a faint fragrance. I stray into someone's courtyard. Butterflies fall in love among the flowers. Willow lines dangle in the clear water. Spring is in front of my eyes. Beauty."
Why don't you see..." Although Zhao Yue is careless, he has a good voice, and the little songs he hums have the flavor of Jiangnan soft talk Wu Nong.
Looking at this rare and warm scene, Wuliang layman suddenly felt that it was not too bad to have such a disciple. At least he would have a free actor for the New Year and his birthday. After a long time, he sighed softly, "
Alas, this time I borrowed the light of Shiyi, otherwise I wouldn’t have known that Xiao Jiuer has a good voice if I wasn’t a teacher!” With that, he stood up and walked out of the room, and Chang Muyi quietly followed him out. Xue Mingxi
He took a deep breath, "Oh, I..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly tightened his lips and looked straight at the tent above his head. Deep in his eyes was a calm and calm look, as if
There were profound Buddhist teachings on the bed tent, which made him suddenly enlightened.
Looking at his appearance, Zhao Yue's glazed heart suddenly broke into eight petals, "Just now you said you wouldn't show off in front of me, now you've become a hero again!" As he said that, he tore off a piece.
The gaudy handkerchief gently pressed the corner of Xue Ming's mouth and asked in a warm voice: "Does your blood taste good?"
Xue Ming curled his lips slightly, and a stream of bright red blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth. After a while, the veil was soaked through, and he glanced at the still gaudy veil.
Said: "Your veil is better."
Zhao Yue raised his hand and put the blood-soaked handkerchief into the basin. The half-bath of clear water suddenly turned into red blood, "Xiao Bai, you chased away the little junior sister. She can't see this bloody thing."
, don’t worry blindly.”
"Zhao Yue, do you still remember the little song you sang to me when you were a child?" The smile on Xue Ming's face was as pale as snowflakes. Just like many years ago, Zhao Yue was frightened.
That winter, when he was eight years old, he went to the palace for the first time to have a banquet. The banquet in the palace was not to his liking, so he dismissed the eunuchs and nuns who were accompanying him, and secretly went to the imperial garden to wander around.
He ran into a white-robed boy who was a head shorter than him.
At that time, he did not know that the young boy was the Empress Dowager's favorite, the supreme third prince. He just thought that the young boy was very arrogant. Not only did he not be polite when he saw him, but he also leaned against the rockery to bask in the sun without moving.
The sun, the little son of the little son is pampering, and the people hurt all the people. He was angry for a while.
Zhao Yue snorted, "I get angry whenever this matter is mentioned! At that time, Xue Xu's father rebelled, and you just took a whip from him, and the wounds on your body haven't healed yet, so why didn't you say anything?
What?" At that time, one of his old punches came down, and the little man in the white robe was curled up on the ground covered in blood, without saying a word. He was so shocked that he thought he had mastered a peerless magical skill.
"It hurts no matter what, so there's no point in wasting your efforts." Xue Ming blinked slowly, "Zhao Yue, I'm in so much pain right now, why don't you sing that little song again."
At that time, he caused him to lie down for more than a month. The pain kept the five-year-old child from tossing and turning. His sweetheart, Liuli, felt guilty, so she stayed by his bedside every day, holding his hand and singing
A ditty taught to him by his mother.
It seemed like he was back when he was a child again. He held his hand and sang softly: "The dawn breeze brings a faint fragrance. I stray into someone's courtyard. Butterflies fall in love among the flowers. Willow lines dangle in the clear water. Spring is in front of my eyes. Beauty."
Why don't you see..." Although Zhao Yue is careless, he has a good voice, and the little songs he hums have the flavor of Jiangnan soft talk Wu Nong.
Looking at this rare and warm scene, Wuliang layman suddenly felt that it was not too bad to have such a disciple. At least he would have a free actor for the New Year and his birthday. After a long time, he sighed softly, "
Alas, this time I borrowed the light of Shiyi, otherwise I wouldn’t have known that Xiao Jiuer has a good voice if I wasn’t a teacher!” After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the room, and Chang Muyi quietly followed him out.
