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Su Shiyu heard the sound of footsteps and looked back, and the man came slowly with a peachy scorch, with a smile on his face, he said slightly, "What a coincidence, how can Master Chu come here?"

"Unfortunately," Chu Mingyun stood before him, smiling broadly. "I'm afraid the person you are waiting for is me."

"It was clearly the daughter of Lord Lu that invited me here this morning?"

"Yeah," Chu Mingyun smiled. "It was she who asked me to meet you."

Su Shiyu frowned slightly and puzzled: "...what does this mean?"

"Simple," Chu Mingyun looked at him with a smile on his face, "Now everyone is impressed by my infatuation, Master Su, don't you plan to answer me yet?"

"Master Chu is joking." Su Shiyu smiled.

"You just don't believe it." Liu Feng rolled up and the ground was red and Chu Mingyun slowly said, "But don't Master Su repay the debt owed to this beautiful scenery?"

"When did I owe Master Chu a debt?"

"What happened during archery, I forgot so quickly," he raised his hand and squeezed Su Shiyu's chin, and his fingertips flicked along the pale lip line. "But if Master Su is shy, I can take the initiative."

Su Shiyu lowered his hand. "It seems that at the feast of the genius, Master Chu has a lot of greed."

"I have a good drink," Chu Mingyun paused again, "I wasn't drunk last night."

Su Shiyu smiled and didn't answer. She turned her eyes to the flowers beside her. "The season is too late. This is probably the last peach blossom that can be seen."

Chu Mingyun was still looking at him, Gu Zixu said: "I was awake last night."

Suddenly, the fingers hidden in the sleeve tightened, but Su Shiyu didn't panic. "It turned out to be so. I wonder why Master Chu should sleep in the mountain pavilion without fear of cold."

"Speaking of this..." Chu Mingyun said in a long voice, "I'm not going to pay you back that robe."

Su Shiyu smiled, "It's okay, since Lord Chu likes it, it's the only thing to keep."

Chu Mingyun looked at him momentarily, seemingly wanting to read something, and whispered, "But I like you more, and Master Su will let me stay?"

Su Shiyu stunned and narrowed his eyes slightly, said lightly: "Master Chu is joking."

Chu Mingyun leaned his head and narrowed his eyes, "Why don't you look at me?"

Suddenly suffocated, Su Shiyu slowly raised his eyes to meet his eyes, and his eyes were deep, like the night, he leaned over and looked over, "If I said it was not a joke?"

Su Shiyu was silent for a moment, suddenly, suddenly, "I have asked Master Wei in detail about the conditions put forward by the Huns. Since His Majesty said that he would discuss it in detail after I come back, I should consider it carefully. Master Chu does not have to That’s the worry."

Chu Mingyun's smile disappeared on his face, "...I ever said that it was for the Huns?"

Su Shiyu smiled, "I said long ago that Master Chu should get rid of this habit of taking care of others, and it would be better to speak out in the future."

"World reputation," Chu Mingyun took his hand, looked into his eyes, and said very seriously: "I like you, do you like me?"

Su Shiyu froze.

"I spoke bluntly," he whispered, "will you answer me?"

Su Shiyu slightly returned to his mind, subconsciously broke his hands and smiled: "Master Chu, this is..."

He gripped tighter, "Do you believe me?"

For a while, there was no words.

The flower shadow swayed, and the forest gradually became cooler, and the heavy clouds and grey clouds pressed against the sky.

Su Shiyu looked up and looked back, and Fu gently withdrew his hand again, sighing, "It's rainy in the spring, you and I should go back as soon as possible."

When the hand was empty, Feng Ying sleeved out the faint temperature of the palm. Chu Mingyun unconsciously closed his fingers, but then he smiled and said, "I know you will react like this.

Su Shiyu laughed, "Master Chu's style, I am afraid no one can understand this world."

"How come, as long as Master Su clears Fang Cai's debts, I will teach you to be the only one in this world." Chu Mingyun smiled with a frown.

Su Shiyu looked at him with a helpless smile and said warmly: "No more trouble, go back earlier so as not to get rain again."

Chu Mingyun gave a "hmm" sound, watching Su Shiyu turn around, and the wind rose, and the slightly damp breath brought the faint fragrance of peach blossoms on the face, all over the place, all of a sudden, he suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice was deep. The ground is blurry in the wind,

"Coming to Japan."

Su Shiyu failed to hear clearly, looking back, "What?"

Chu Mingyun's eyes gleamed lightly, with a chuckle, stepping forward to walk side by side with Su Shiyu, "Nothing."

Outside the Taolin, Lu Qing and Pao have been lingering for a long time, but at the end they were still no match for curiosity. They took a deep breath and stepped in lightly.

The flower has blossomed to the end, and the anger is so bleak, the crimson color fills the field of vision.

Lu Qinghe looked around and looked, the wind twitched and shook, and after a few trees, a figure appeared vaguely, independent. She couldn't help her heart tightening. While secretly saying it shouldn't be, she quickly stepped forward and opened the covered flower branches. She opened her mouth and said, "What's going on? You didn't find Su--

The voice stopped abruptly.

She stared staringly at the man after the book case. She looked up and looked surprised. Her pretty hand was holding a Zhu pen. There were ten miles of peach blossoms on the spread picture.

Lu Qinghe recovered, and turned to leave, "Sorry, sorry, admit the wrong person..."

"Mei Dai grabs the color of hemerocallis, and the red dress kills the pomegranate flower."

She froze in place, "Ah?"

I saw that the man drew the pen and dipped it in ink, and outlined a few strokes on the painting. The rhyme of the gods had already surfaced. He looked up again and smiled very kindly. "You don't need to be nervous, just stand at will. "

"...Oh." Lu Qinghe responded, paused, and could not help raising his hand to straighten his curly hair, "Then... you can draw it better."

The man smiled and said: "Nature."

His face was soft and delicate, like a child of the Taifu family, Lu Qinghe took a long look, and then glanced at the painting, "Hey, that... Have you seen other people before?"

The man shook his head without looking up.

"Strange." She sighed and sighed, chatting simply, "Are you coming here for the first time?"

The man looked at her with a smile, looking straight at Lu Qing and confused, he only said: "Come every year."

"Draw every year?"

"Yes."

"...You are so boring." Lu Qing and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The man did not mind and smiled, "Every year, the flowers are not completely similar."

"It's a scenery after all, and it will always be boring after a long time," Lu Qinghe said. "It's better to go and see other places. The three thousand worlds are prosperous everywhere."

"Have you been to many places?"

"Of course!" Her brows were brighter, "I'm going all over the West Lake, Dongting, Xiangjiang, Jiangnan, this time my father sent me a letter to urge me to go back to Changbai Snow Mountain, where the snow is boundless, really want Much more beautiful than here!"

"Your father is Lu Shangshu?" he asked.

"Yes, how did you guess?" Lu Qing and Qi Dao.

Before answering, Suddenly came to Ming Gonge with a broken step behind him, wiped Lu Qinghe beside him, and immediately knelt down on his knees.

Lu Qinghe suddenly had soft legs.

Li Yanzhen nodded, "Got it." He asked Gong'e to come to clean up the scroll and said, "Lu Aiqing once mentioned that his daughter was traveling around with the heart of a ranger."

Lu Qinghe leaned down and knelt down. "The courtiers and daughters don't know the majesty of the majesty.

Li Yanzhen looked at her amusedly, "That's it."

"No, it's not necessary... It's good for courtiers to kneel." Lu Qinghe lowered his head, crying without tears.

Li Yanzhen stepped up to support her, "The painting is not good yet, I will ask you to fill it up when I am free, how?"

Lu Qing and Zhan stood up diligently, and when he heard the words, he could not help but glance at Li Yanzhen.

She moved her heart, and the ghost made the gods say: "Okay."

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