The World of the Pirate Consort

She knelt there, Bai Changyun spread out, Moss poured down, and a few strands drew in front of her, covering her cold and cold face.

别 "Don't be too sad, watch your body!" He whispered.

闻 She heard the words, but nodded indifferently.

He stood by her for a long time, lamented, and turned away.

I walked to the door and he couldn't help looking back.

I saw her kneeling alone, slender and thin, and there was a surge of sourness in his heart. Seems to see myself lonely many years ago.

A few days ago, because of her charming appearance, she looked like a prostitute in a blue house and tried to seduce him. Therefore, he was angry and moved her back to her maiden house. However, at this moment, the woman in front of him is different from before.

He felt that her whole body seemed to be frozen with frost, exuding a cold and indifferent breath. He talked to her, and he didn't seem to take it into his mind, but regarded his words as a gust of wind, or even regarded him as a rock or wood.

没 He did not expect that the vulgar woman in his eyes had such a cold and arrogant side. Moreover, the coldness and arrogance are exuded from the bones and cannot be pretend.

"After three days, I'll pick you up to return to your home!" He suddenly took this sentence and left in a hurry.

Perhaps it is time for him to learn more about his side concubine.

He listened to him, only raising his eyebrows lightly.

Howling wind rises, the white urn fluttering in a room.

Twenty-three days later.

Howling wind and rain.

Rain and mist shrouded everything in the world was so hazy.

In an empty flower forest, red, white and white falling flowers were knocked to the ground, and the residual red and white flowers were mixed with each other and piled up on the ground like a carpet, spreading all the way.

He was sullenly dressed, standing in Feifei's drizzle, looking up at the gloomy sky, feeling the cool coldness of the rain falling on his face.

There was an impulse in her blood. The impulse made her pointy, her slender arms dance in ever-changing style, and Yingying's waist twisted out the most beautiful dance pose. Mo Fa, fluttering wildly in the rain; Yun sleeve, flying in the wind and raging.

There is no silk and bamboo music, only the sound of rain is clear. However, this did not affect her dancing.

Her dancing posture, sometimes crazy and charming, screaming sadness like a stream of water. From time to time, it is gentle and elegant, quiet and silent like the falling flowers, and the sadness of passing away.

Everyone in the world knows that Jiang Jiangse is a talented girl in Kyoto, and she is well-versed in calligraphy, painting, and calligraphy. Her dance is only used to vent her mood. She has a light foundation, she is light and she can even dance on the palms of people.

But she hasn't found the palms of her hands so far.

The rain began to grow heavy, and the sound of the rain slowly and hurriedly wet her clothes and ink, and between the dances, the drops of water splashed. She danced like that until a sting came from her toes, and she didn't stop.

"Two hours, aren't you tired?" An elegant voice came from the rain and fog with unspeakable warmth.

She walked quietly and looked back, and she saw in the rain and mist, a pale white figure standing quietly on the fallen flower and red.

Ming Chunshui of Hunchun Shuilou appeared when she was so embarrassed. Obviously, he had arrived long ago, because the brocade embroidered with moire on his body was also wet by the drizzle.

"Ming Lou," she smiled bitterly. "Where is life not meeting! How about accompaniment for me?"

He didn't say a word, the soft eyes were condensed on her face through the mask, like the warm sunlight shining.

"Wouldn't you?" She lowered her eyes down, flung her sleeves, and her thin body began to spin. Green trees, safflowers, and cold rain followed her.

"Enough!" He whispered softly, and walked towards him slowly, holding his arms around him and holding her in her arms.

She fluttered gently, like a exhausted butterfly, and fell in his arms, gorgeous hair like a waterfall, covering her delicate back.

"Let me dance!" She raised her eyes stubbornly, with a slight smile on her lips.

He bowed his head, his eyes met, and he sighed, "Your eyes are crying."

I smiled and smiled, she suddenly wanted to cry.

He sighed lightly, her bright eyes and her eyes were tightly intertwined, "My shoulder lends you cry!"

With a cramp in her heart, tears burst out of her eyes, and she could no longer control herself.

She hated tears most since she was peeing.

When Niangni taught her martial arts herself, she was extremely strict with her, and she was beaten since childhood. However, she never cried. Because she knew that tears were the cheapest and most useless thing in the world, and crying was useless.

But at this moment, she understood that it was because she was not sad to the extreme, and it was because she had no pair of arms to rely on.

Suddenly he flew into his arms, and in this man's arms who had only met twice, tears were flowing, and they couldn't stop. It seems that the tears that have been accumulated for more than ten years can be shed once.

He stiffened and let her hold. After a long time, he finally stretched his arms around her shoulders and stroked her wet hair.

When Yun Yu stopped, she didn't know. She didn't know when the sun shone from the clouds.

When she finally stopped crying, she and him were covered with falling flowers and mud ideas.

She wiped off the tears on her cheeks, raised her head again, a pair of black eyes, blooming bright and bright brilliance. Depression and sadness seem to have eased a lot over the past few days.

"Thank you! I have stained your clothes!" She said apologetically. She was crying in the arms of the owner of Chunshui Tower, which was incredible.

"Anyway, it's an honor for Mingxian to cry in the arms of Mingxian! If you really want to thank me, you will dance for me in the future." He said slowly.

"Okay!" She nodded and agreed.

"Don't promise too fast, I want you to take off the mask, put on women's clothing, and dance for me!" His tone was very serious, not like a joke.

"What's wrong!" She said lightly, and she was not invisible, now that he knew she was a woman, there was nothing wrong with it.

"Did you encounter any sadness?" He asked.

"Yes!" Said his head bowed slightly.

"What can you tell me?"

She frowned, pressed the pain in her heart, and slowly said, "My mother is gone!"

Sui Mingchun Shui heard the words, and her body suddenly froze, seeming to be extremely surprised by her answer. There was a moment of silence, and he sighed quietly: "Living in this world, there are too many accidents and misfortunes. You can't predict what will happen tomorrow. But when you encounter it, you still have to face it strong. The deceased is dead, the living Be alive. You can't be more sad. "

His tone was very gentle and faint, just like pulling a house, but he alleviated the pain in his heart.

颔 She nodded her head gratefully, getting up from the mud, but she shook and fell in his arms. Then she realized that she had been jumping for too long, and her legs were numb. One foot seemed to be pierced by a sharp object on the ground, and the pain was severe. The white boots were stained with blood.

He was holding her slim waist, with a smirk in his black eyes: "Let me take you back! How about going to the other house where I live?"

"You!" Chur's face suddenly flushed. "Thank you, Landlord, don't need it!" However, she is also a smoke-free consort, and it seems inappropriate to be involved with Ming Chunshui.

He ignored her words, with a hint of unhappiness in his voice, and said, "No one dares to refuse what I said in the spring. The same is true of you!" Play light work and walk from the wind above the trees.

His speed was extremely fast, and the sound of whistling wind was on his ears. Rows of green trees and safflowers receded quickly. The bleak wind blew across his face, raising their hair and swinging their clothes Indescribably chic.

He whispered in the arms of Ming Chunshui, listening to his strong heartbeat, and a feeling of calmness rose in his heart.

"Why are you here? Such a rainy day doesn't seem to be a good time to enjoy flowers!" Seser asked softly.

"If I say accidentally, do you believe it?" Ming Chunshui said lightly.

He was unbelieving, how could there be such a coincidence.

"I want to see you, and my subordinates found your whereabouts, and I came." He said lightly, but he did not know that there was a ripple in his heart.

The owner of Hunchun Shuilou definitely has this ability. As soon as she appears on the street, he will definitely find her. But why did he see her?

"Why see me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sir lady, gentleman is good, is this reason okay?" He whispered in her ear, half serious and half joking.

He smirked and smiled slightly, "Mr. Landlord, do you always please women like this?"

He tipped his toes on a tree for a moment, and the fall of the trees was flying.

He fixed his eyebrows and looked at her calmly and clearly. "In this world, no woman needs me to please, except ..." His eyes glanced over the cheering face, and the words behind him were extremely low, you or her. However, the word was not heard clearly, and the word drifted in the wind.

Tong Ming Chunshui's other courtyard was built in the civilian area in the north of the city. It was an old house. There were no white walls with high doors in the official house. The short stone walls were covered with moss. In front of the door was an alley made of crooked gravel.

There are many old houses like this in Emperor. It looks very ordinary. It is hard to imagine that the landlord of Chunshui Building settled in such a place.

Tong Mingchun Shui embraced Seser all the way into the room, placed her on a soft couch, and ordered the maid to dress and wash her, and apply medicine to the wounds on her feet. Secretly sitting on the soft couch, across the crystal curtain, she saw Ming Chunshui sitting lazily on the outer couch, holding a hole flute in her hand, placing it on her lips, and the gentle flute sound slowly flowed out.

The melody is soft, but not sad at all, melodious, with warm tenderness. That kind of tenderness is like mother's hand stroking from your broken heart.

Twenty-three days and three nights never slept, and danced crazy in the woods for two more hours, and was so tired. As the flute sound became slower and longer, the deliberate thoughts drifted unconsciously, gradually sinking into dreamland.