Meng Fuyao flicked his finger in mid-air, and the piece of broad-leaved grass that he had picked earlier was quickly ejected and brushed across the water. Meng Fuyao turned over, swept up like a wild goose, and his toes had already touched the broad-leaved grass.
In such a cold day, a fool would really dive into the water.
Meng Fuyao grinningly stepped on the tip of the grass, and looked around. There was indeed a different scene behind the rockery. Before, there was only a corner of the pool, but now it looks like a big artificial lake. The lake is as clear as jade, reflecting the surrounding strange rocks , Large tracts of camellias are fragrant and bright, deep red pink and light red plain white, mixed with beautifully blooming plain wintersweet and delicately blooming rhododendrons, the colors are bright and eye-catching.
And in the middle of the lake, there is a pavilion of white jade, which is connected to the emerald green corridor. Looking carefully, the corridor is actually made of emerald green bamboo, and it stands on top of the blue waves. The green bamboo color reflects the crystal-like lake water, creating a very clear and refreshing visual experience.
With the wind passing by, the lake water is layered with elegant folds, and in the Baiyu Pavilion, the sound of golden bells and dinglings is endless. , was bowing his head and playing the piano, the sound of the piano was clear and brilliant, like a string of jade beads rolling down the center of the lake, but it was unknown which beauty came from it.
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, his chest was filled with the refreshing winter air mixed with the fragrance of flowers, he couldn't help muttering, "It's really enjoyable!"
Broad-leaved grass kept flying out of her fingers, and she approached the lake pavilion step by step. Halfway through the walk, she suddenly stopped, and felt that there seemed to be a murderous aura in the surrounding air.
That kind of murderous aura is invisible and qualityless but everywhere, like hidden in flowers and trees, like crouching wind and moon, following the ups and downs of flowers and trees, the wind passes the moon and reflects, and it is forced to come step by step.
It was so quiet here except for the sound of the piano, there was no sound...
Meng Fuyao's thoughts suddenly paused, yes! Why is there no other sound except the sound of the piano? What about those natural sounds in the world? What about those winds and grasses, the chirping of night insects
She flitted around, but her thoughts were a little stagnant. The senses in her whole body were released, and she only felt that there was a murderous aura on all sides, except that the person in the pavilion in front of her was completely intact, which was the only breakthrough in this stagnant aura.
This one must be the crown prince Meiji who doesn't know martial arts, right? Although there is no one in this palace, it seems that there is an ancient formation, since it crashed in, the only way to get out is from here, Meng Fuyao made up his mind and rushed forward.
At this time, the other party hidden behind the veil seemed to have noticed her, raised his head slightly, his fingers on the strings suddenly paused, and then loosened, a distant piano sound rolled in midair, the tone was deep and profound.
The murderous aura all around suddenly dissipated, and Meng Fuyao's whole body relaxed immediately, as if the bondage had been untied, very happy, he couldn't help but look at the hazy shadow in the lake with a wretched smile, beauty... you also know that I don't mean anything to you... hehe.
She flung out the last piece of broad-leaved grass, calculated the distance, and arrived at the pavilion just in time. Seeing the graceful beauty behind the veil, Meng Fuyao smiled even more happily as she looked up at her.
near... near...
The veil was lifted suddenly, but it wasn't the beauty's slender fingers that lifted the curtain, but a mass of fat white. The guy stepped out, holding a tiny slingshot in his paws, and slammed the slingshot on the railing of the pavilion heavily. Stepping on the slingshot with one paw, pulling the rubber band with the other front paw, pulling the bow with a sturdy posture, white hair flying, and hateful eyes!
"Snapped!"
A stone flew out and landed on the broad-leaved grass, beating the grass around, but it didn't sink due to the buoyancy of the water.
At this time, Meng Fuyao didn't raise her head to see what was going on in the pavilion. She was about to set her eyes on the tip of the grass. She didn't want the grass to be beaten and turned away from her calculation range. Meng Fuyao cursed, "What bastard is making trouble!" ?” Turning over in mid-air, he wanted to land on the tip of the grass again.
Unexpectedly, the stone was coated with extremely corrosive poison, the grass immediately began to curl up and rot, and it rotted away in a blink of an eye.
Meng Fuyao rolled over in a somersault, and the grass on which to rest was no longer in his field of vision. In a daze, he turned over twice in succession, exhausted his true energy, and fell into the lake with a thud and a plop.
A certain adult on the pavilion immediately threw away the slingshot, laughed heartily with his belly in his hands, and slipped back into the veil with a squeak.
With a sound of "crash", Meng Fuyao emerged from the lake dripping wetly, his black hair was wetly stuck to his forehead, half of the ginger yellow on his face was washed away, and half was left behind, looking as gaudy as a water ghost, with big eyebrows raised Scolding, "Which one? Which rat plotted against me? Come out! Come out!"
The rat squeaked a laugh inside the veil.
Meng Fuyao pricked up his ears suspiciously, and swam over with a splash, holding on to the railing of the pavilion and was about to climb up, when the veil suddenly lifted, and one of them laughed, "Fuyao, why are you always in such a mess every time I see you?" Woolen cloth?"