1411. Chapter 1411 Breaking into the Murong Mansion [7]
"Lord, it's extremely difficult to seduce Baili Fenghua. It may be difficult for Hai'er to complete whatever you told her last time." In the past few days, it's not like she hasn't tried to seduce Baili Fenghua.
But this guy is really unfeeling to the extreme, especially after letting him see through her thoughts on the first day. Now she can hardly get within one meter of him.
In particular, there are three little milkbags who cause trouble from time to time, and she can't find any chance to make a move!
"Why, a monster that has been around for thousands of years can't seduce a mortal?" Upon hearing this, Hua Di raised his eyebrows and smiled coldly.
"..." Hai'er was silent. Does seducing people have something to do with the year? Isn't it true that the younger you are, the better you are at seducing people?
"Okay, I don't like useless subordinates. What should I do? It's up to you. Pay close attention to Baili Fenghua and notify me immediately if there is any abnormality!" The Wuming Immortal Art is a forbidden book among the gods. It has powerful spells and is
It was originally created by an ancestor of the clan, but no one could actually practice it to the fifth level.
Baili Fenghua broke through the second level in one breath, which surprised him. Although he didn't take it seriously, he had to be careful of mistakes in the middle.
"Yes, Lord!" Hai'er responded.
"Go down!" Hua Di waved his hand and closed his eyes lazily.
Hai'er suddenly disappeared in an instant.
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The next day, Lu Qingqing got up early.
Because she had to rush to the Poetry Appreciation Pavilion early in the morning. The Poetry Appreciation Pavilion is a place for poetry appreciation and friends jointly established by Fengcheng students. Every day, many local and foreign students and ladies come to appreciate poetry, which can be regarded as a secret friendship.
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Murong Fei and Li Xiangxue met at a poetry appreciation party, and then they fell in love with each other and secretly communicated with each other.
Li Xiangxue was Murong Fei's lover and the second concubine in the family of businessman Lin Dafu. However, after the incident between the two of them, Li Xiangxue broke off contact with Murong Fei and never left the house.
But Murong Fei remained infatuated with her. Every morning he had to sit in the poetry appreciation pavilion for an hour, waiting for the beautiful woman as usual.
When Lu Qingqing went there, there were only three or four people in the poetry appreciation pavilion. But beside the Qiu Lake, there was a man in blue silk brocade, with a high jade crown and a face like a crown jade. He looked like a romantic young man.
, but that face had a look of sadness that was so thick that it was so sad that it made people feel sad to hear it.
Although she had never met Murong Fei, she was sure it was him at one glance.
With a faint smile, he did not walk over immediately, but walked to the edge of Qiu Lake and sat down slowly.
Leaning against the willow tree, I chanted a poem lightly:
The cicadas are mournful, it's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital, and the orchid boat is urging me to leave. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I am speechless and choked. Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk mist sinks in the vast sky.
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Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt farewells, and it is even more shameful to leave the Qingqiu Festival in the cold. Where can I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon! After so many years, it should be a good morning and a good scene. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them?
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It is a song by Liu Yong, "Yulin Ling". The soft voice is filled with sadness, and it is spoken softly, with the sadness of a lover. The original intention is to use love and scenery to resonate with Murong Fei, so that he can be better moved.
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However, as I was reciting it, I recalled the changes in Baili Fenghua over the past few days. My heart felt sour, and the poem brought out a strong sense of sadness.