Mu Tianxue ignored the natural reaction of her body, raised her fist and struck Long Chenyi's handsome face hard. If she didn't hit her, the reaction from her body would definitely make her lose control.
When she regains control of her rationality, she must quickly suppress this desire.
"Hmm..." Long Chen also groaned, feeling a burning pain in his nose.
Mu Tianxue's sudden punch hit Long Chenyi right on the bridge of his nose.
Long Chen also subconsciously withdrew his hand that was touching Mu Tianxue's thigh, frowned, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and said in pain: "You...you dare to beat my husband."
There was a hint of endearment in his tone, without any trace of anger.
"Hmph..." Mu Tianxue snorted and said word by word: "You deserve to live."
Mu Tianxue's punch really worked. Long Chenyi's hand felt much more at ease. He just held her and pretended to rest, and did not seduce, tease or tease her any more. The desire in her heart was also suppressed.
, secretly scolding this man for not being happy if he didn't hit him. If he punched him, nothing would happen.
In the next few days, Mu Tianxue was either shooting arrows in the villa, or sitting in the pavilions of Huaqing Pool, feeding goldfish and admiring the scenery. She knew that she was not a leisurely person, so she was completely bored these days.
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"Lanyi, take me out of the village for a walk! Those killers have been arrested. There is no movement in Wolong Villa these days. Just protect me with Ziyi."
Mu Tianxue sprinkled all the fish food in her hands into the Huaqing Pond, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe her hands, and walked towards the road out of the village.
The streets were bustling with excitement and crowds of people were flowing continuously. Mu Tianxue shuttled among the crowds, followed by Lan Yi, Zi Yi and Lin Yue'er. The three of them came to the extremely lively lake and got on the boat.
The lake is very wide, the blue water is very clear, and the sun is shining brightly today. The weather is particularly good. There are also many flower-painted boats on the lake. There is a faint scent of golden osmanthus floating in the air. The boats are rowing leisurely and leisurely.
The person was Lan Yi, and there were originally people dedicated to paddling, but for the sake of Mu Tianxue's safety, there was no one on the boat except the four masters and servants of Mu Tianxue.
Along the way, Mu Tianxue stood on the deck and breathed in the sweet scent of osmanthus in the air. He suddenly felt happy. The scent of osmanthus was also refreshing and made people feel comfortable.
Incomparable.
At this moment, not far from where Mu Tianxue and the others were painting a boat, a melodious piano sound came. The sound was sometimes loud, sometimes gentle, sometimes spiritual, sometimes elegant. Even Mu Tianxue,
People who didn't understand music were fascinated by it.
Looking for the sound of the piano, I saw a beautiful and refined woman sitting in the boat where the sound of the piano was coming from. Beautiful notes were pouring out from the woman's fingers.
"Young Madam, if you like to listen, I will call her over and play a piece of music for Young Madam, what do you think?" Ziyi was very good at observing people's words, and she soon saw that Mu Tianxue was somewhat interested in the music.
"This woman playing the piano is so elegant and beautiful that she looks like a young lady from a wealthy family. She doesn't look like a geisha at all." Mu Tianxue looked at the woman playing the piano and said.
"There are indeed some ladies from wealthy families on this lake. They often come to play and enjoy the scenery, and occasionally play the piano and recite poems." Zi Yi looked at the two lanterns on the boat and said intermittently: "It's just that this girl is not from a certain family.
My young lady is a geisha on this lake and a girl from Fengxue Pavilion."
Mu Tianxue looked in the direction Ziyi was looking, and sure enough, on the two lanterns on the boat, the words Fengxue Pavilion were pasted on them. When he was talking about this, the woman in the boat was none other than Feng Xue.
The woman in the pavilion.
Geishas are different from prostitutes. Geishas only sell their skills but not their bodies. They make a living by singing and singing, while prostitutes make a living by selling meat. In ancient times, these geishas were worse than a maid.
"Then invite her over!" Mu Tianxue looked at the woman in the boat and said calmly.
Ziyi tapped her toes and leaped into the boat as light as a swallow. After chatting with the woman inside, she saw the woman walking out of the boat and onto the deck. She bowed to Mu Tianxue Yingying with a smile and said:
"I wonder what music this young lady wants to listen to?"
"Then play your best song," Mu Tianxue said, then jumped to the boat, walked closer to the cabin, and sat down.
The girl who played the piano poured a cup of tea for Mu Tianxue, then sat in front of her, lightly stroking the strings with her slender jade fingers, and looked at Mu Tianxue and said: "Then Yimei, just play a song for Madam, Pinghu Qiuyue"
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Mu Tianxue nodded slightly and signaled her to start.
Yimei smiled at Mu Tianxue and stroked the strings with her slender hands. The ethereal, melodious and melodious sound of the piano sounded, like the gurgling water under the bridge and the clear cries of Gu Hong as he flew by.
The melodious and meandering sound of the piano is sometimes like a heavy rain hitting the steps, like a drizzle caressing the tung trees, soaring like a late morning breeze blowing snow, and stretching like a gentle breeze blowing willows. It is beautiful and pleasant to the ear.
A melodious "Pinghu Qiuyue" gradually moved from its slender strokes to the end. The ethereal and melodious piano music made Mu Tianxue mesmerized for a moment. In his heart, it seemed that he had never been calmer at this moment, like the empty valley.
Orchid, quiet and refreshing.
"Miss Yimei, you are really good at playing the piano," Mu Tianxue praised sincerely.
No matter how you look at such a woman, she looks like a hibiscus. Her delicate face is covered with powder and pink. Her small cherry lips are not dotted but contain elixir. She is dressed in a plain white dress with three thousand blue silk hanging down on her chest.
A hosta, rolled up casually, makes it look beautiful and refined.
In particular, the elegance exuded from her body is incomparable with those of the brothel girls who wear heavy makeup and show off their flowers.
"Yimei, thank you madam for your compliment." Yimei stood up and bowed to Mu Tianxue gracefully.
"Ziyi, reward."
Mu Tianxue ordered Zi Yi who was standing aside. After Zi Yi agreed, she took out ten taels of silver and handed it to Yimei.
"Madam, you don't need so much silver, just five taels of silver," Yimei said with a smile when she saw Ziyi bring ten taels of silver to her.
"Girl, even if you have more, our young lady will reward you." After Ziyi finished speaking, she retreated to Mu Tianxue.
After Mu Tianxue listened to the music, he stood up and left. Unexpectedly, at this time, the boat shook and a figure appeared on the deck of the boat. When Yimei saw the person, she suddenly showed a look of joy and called softly: "Murong
Young Master."
"Mr. Murong?" Mu Tianxue felt the boat moving and didn't pay attention. However, when she heard Yimei Qingling's melodious voice calling out the person's name, she stopped about to leave the cabin and turned back to look at the person.
"Tianxue? Why are you here?" Murong Xuan looked at Mu Tianxue in surprise, obviously not expecting that she would be on Yimei's boat. For a moment, her inner emotions were mixed, including self-blame and excitement.
What I blame myself for is that she thinks she is a wife, but he still misses her, and feels ashamed of his good brother.
What was exciting was that there was no reason to see her feeling inexplicably happy, and the feeling of guilt that was pressing in her heart came to her heart again at this moment, but the degree of happiness was greater than the feeling of self-blame and guilt.
Much more.
These days, he has not returned to Wolong Villa and has been spending the night in Fengxue Pavilion. He is just afraid that he will lose control and express his love to her. He borrows wine to numb himself all day long. After a few days of drunkenness and dreaming, he wants to
You can forget her.
But the result is often the opposite. The less you miss her, the more she will appear in your mind. Emotions are often beyond the control of people and can be controlled.
A note to readers:
ok the next chapter has been changed, you can read it with confidence
