The silver shell boat shines, and a slender wave of water splits on the surface of the green Xiangsi River. It pushes away layer by layer and slowly walks away.
Gui Siwan watched Zhong Qin'er sit lightly at the bow of the boat again and left calmly
The white hull is reflected in the green water, bright as the moon, and is indeed a rare beauty
Gui Siwan exclaimed in his heart, no wonder Gui Siyun liked it so much
Sister, do you see who she is? She asked
Gui Siyun shook his head silently. Gui Siwan looked back at her, and there was a lot of fun in his eyes.
She just cared about hiding from you and didn't plan to take action at all. Why is this?
Gui Siyun looked at her face, gritted her teeth, and spoke boldly, maybe she was not as skilled as others
Gui Siwan looked at her indignant look and chuckled softly. Perhaps because she was afraid that someone would find out her identity?
Gui Siyun heard this and fell into deep thought.
Gui Siwan knew that she had always been brave but not scheming and had no mind, so she wouldn't find anything
Actually, the two sisters have all guessed
Gui Siwan withdrew his gaze and looked back at the shell boat that was gradually floating away, his eyes gradually fading away
But my sister, in the future, the reputation of Wuyi Palace should be the first. No matter where you are, even in Lanzhou, you should not act recklessly, and tarnish the reputation of Wuyi Palace.
Gui Siyun lowered her head, a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, but she still replied respectfully: Yes
Zhong Qin'er looked at the plate of osmanthus cloud cake placed on the bow of the boat, raised her finger and gently stroked it. A little bright yellow osmanthus was stained on her fingertips, which was particularly charming.
She put it on the tip of her nose, sniffing it gently, feeling the faint fragrance
Suddenly, somehow, she remembered the fresh plum fragrance on Rong Yuan's body
The fragrance of plum blossoms once lingered beside her, together with his fiery lips and tongue, making her rise and fall in the sea of desire and unable to extricate herself
A month's separation, but it seems like a different life
He seemed to be destroyed in the depths of her memory. Only when he dreamed at midnight would he interfere with those beautiful love affairs together with her thoughts
Under the white gauze hat, Zhong Qin'er's expression did not change, but the corners of her lips were slightly pursed.
She raised her fingers again and stretched towards the osmanthus cloud cake, tearing it up one by one, letting it fall into the river little by little
Shell boating separates the surface of the Acacia River and slowly marches downward
A group of ink-colored fish came on the waves, competing to eat the osmanthus cloud cake floating in the water, chasing around the boat, attracting waves of blue waves and rippling.
In less than half a month, she can reach the Zuifeng Tower on the banks of Yanbo Lake
In the morning of Lingshan Dajue Temple, a black figure was walking on the mountain road at the back door.
Xiao Sha Mi was still in the open space in front of the back door, carefully cleaning the fallen flowers on the ground.
He became a monk for a while and his Zen mind was not settled, so he would think of the female donor he visited last time. He felt as cold as the moonlight, which made people unforgettable at first sight.
Even if the peach blossoms in early spring are beautiful in March, they are not as quiet and elegant as she looks back. She nodded gently, refreshing in the silence
As he thought about it, he was in a daze for a long time, and suddenly his thoughts came back and saw a shadow under his feet.
He suddenly raised his head, but opened his eyes wide, and his fingers tightly grasped the broom in his hand.
In front of him was a tall figure, and the black cloak covered the man tightly, and even his face was covered in the hood of the cloak.
The little monk held his breath and looked up at the man in black. He felt that there was a black gas in his hat, which made him unable to see the true face of the man in black.
His face suddenly changed, and he took two steps back in fear.
Master, don't be afraid
The man's voice was so clear and beautiful, like a pleasant piano sound
He slowly unfolded a scroll in his hand towards the little monk, and saw a beautiful woman on it, who was the one he had just thought about
Have you ever seen this person?
The little monk nodded and replied in a panic: This female donor came to Bi Temple a few days ago to find Uncle Chen, but after saying a few words, he quickly went down the mountain.
Uncle Lechen?
The man in black pondered for a while and then said: Master Lechen, can he be in the temple now?
The little monk shook his head. Uncle Master went down the mountain two days ago and didn't say when he would come back.
Yunyou? Such a coincidence? The man in black said softly
This female donor is...
The little monk thought about it, but still couldn't finish his sentence
The man in black lowered his head, rubbed his fingers gently on the painting for a moment, and then said lightly: She is mine... an elder
elder?
The little monk's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, the man waved his hand, thanked and said goodbye, turned around and went down the mountain along the original road.
When his figure completely disappeared on the mountain road, a bright yellow figure flashed out after the slightly hidden door.
It was a monk's robe and holding Buddhist beads in his hand
Le Chen looked at the hazy mountain fog floating on the secluded mountain road, and his eyes gradually became darker.
The little monk asked in a low voice: Uncle Master, who is this?
After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly
He is not a human
Gui Siwan watched Zhong Qin'er sit lightly at the bow of the boat again and left calmly
The white hull is reflected in the green water, bright as the moon, and is indeed a rare beauty
Gui Siwan exclaimed in his heart, no wonder Gui Siyun liked it so much
Sister, do you see who she is? She asked
Gui Siyun shook his head silently. Gui Siwan looked back at her, and there was a lot of fun in his eyes.
She just cared about hiding from you and didn't plan to take action at all. Why is this?
Gui Siyun looked at her face, gritted her teeth, and spoke boldly, maybe she was not as skilled as others
Gui Siwan looked at her indignant look and chuckled softly. Perhaps because she was afraid that someone would find out her identity?
Gui Siyun heard this and fell into deep thought.
Gui Siwan knew that she had always been brave but not scheming and had no mind, so she wouldn't find anything
Actually, the two sisters have all guessed
Gui Siwan withdrew his gaze and looked back at the shell boat that was gradually floating away, his eyes gradually fading away
But my sister, in the future, the reputation of Wuyi Palace should be the first. No matter where you are, even in Lanzhou, you should not act recklessly, and tarnish the reputation of Wuyi Palace.
Gui Siyun lowered her head, a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, but she still replied respectfully: Yes
Zhong Qin'er looked at the plate of osmanthus cloud cake placed on the bow of the boat, raised her finger and gently stroked it. A little bright yellow osmanthus was stained on her fingertips, which was particularly charming.
She put it on the tip of her nose, sniffing it gently, feeling the faint fragrance
Suddenly, somehow, she remembered the fresh plum fragrance on Rong Yuan's body
The fragrance of plum blossoms once lingered beside her, together with his fiery lips and tongue, making her rise and fall in the sea of desire and unable to extricate herself
A month's separation, but it seems like a different life
He seemed to be destroyed in the depths of her memory. Only when he dreamed at midnight would he interfere with those beautiful love affairs together with her thoughts
Under the white gauze hat, Zhong Qin'er's expression did not change, but the corners of her lips were slightly pursed.
She raised her fingers again and stretched towards the osmanthus cloud cake, tearing it up one by one, letting it fall into the river little by little
Shell boating separates the surface of the Acacia River and slowly marches downward
A group of ink-colored fish came on the waves, competing to eat the osmanthus cloud cake floating in the water, chasing around the boat, attracting waves of blue waves and rippling.
In less than half a month, she can reach the Zuifeng Tower on the banks of Yanbo Lake
In the morning of Lingshan Dajue Temple, a black figure was walking on the mountain road at the back door.
Xiao Sha Mi was still in the open space in front of the back door, carefully cleaning the fallen flowers on the ground.
He became a monk for a while and his Zen mind was not settled, so he would think of the female donor he visited last time. He felt as cold as the moonlight, which made people unforgettable at first sight.
Even if the peach blossoms in early spring are beautiful in March, they are not as quiet and elegant as she looks back. She nodded gently, refreshing in the silence
As he thought about it, he was in a daze for a long time, and suddenly his thoughts came back and saw a shadow under his feet.
He suddenly raised his head, but opened his eyes wide, and his fingers tightly grasped the broom in his hand.
In front of him was a tall figure, and the black cloak covered the man tightly, and even his face was covered in the hood of the cloak.
The little monk held his breath and looked up at the man in black. He felt that there was a black gas in his hat, which made him unable to see the true face of the man in black.
His face suddenly changed, and he took two steps back in fear.
Master, don't be afraid
The man's voice was so clear and beautiful, like a pleasant piano sound
He slowly unfolded a scroll in his hand towards the little monk, and saw a beautiful woman on it, who was the one he had just thought about
Have you ever seen this person?
The little monk nodded and replied in a panic: This female donor came to Bi Temple a few days ago to find Uncle Chen, but after saying a few words, he quickly went down the mountain.
Uncle Lechen?
The man in black pondered for a while and then said: Master Lechen, can he be in the temple now?
The little monk shook his head. Uncle Master went down the mountain two days ago and didn't say when he would come back.
Yunyou? Such a coincidence? The man in black said softly
This female donor is...
The little monk thought about it, but still couldn't finish his sentence
The man in black lowered his head, rubbed his fingers gently on the painting for a moment, and then said lightly: She is mine... an elder
elder?
The little monk's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, the man waved his hand, thanked and said goodbye, turned around and went down the mountain along the original road.
When his figure completely disappeared on the mountain road, a bright yellow figure flashed out after the slightly hidden door.
It was a monk's robe and holding Buddhist beads in his hand
Le Chen looked at the hazy mountain fog floating on the secluded mountain road, and his eyes gradually became darker.
The little monk asked in a low voice: Uncle Master, who is this?
After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly
He is not a human
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