Chapter 12

But at this time, Lu Shaoyou fixed his eyes on the girl. On a girl dressed like a servant girl, the girl was seventeen or eighteen years old. Her face was slightly red, just like the peach blossoms that had just opened. Under her slender eyebrows, a pair of blue pure big eyes flashed. The small white and red face is inlaid with a straight and beautiful small nose and long black hair. It is combed behind the head and rolled into a high bun. Some light colored long skirts that are not publicized outline the concave convex arc of the whole body.

Lu Shaoyou looked at this man, but he couldn't help but feel some regret. The girl should have thought she was a beautiful woman, but there was a red spot the size of a baby's fist on her right face, which was a terrible sight.

However, Lu Shaoyou still couldn't help looking at the girl. She was dressed as a servant girl, but she had an invisible temperament. In the eyes of the girl, she also had the eyes that shouldn't be a servant girl. In a word, Lu Shaoyou felt that the girl was definitely not an ordinary servant girl.

"Miss Dugu, how about our back garden?" Lu Shaohu smiled and said to the girl surrounded in the middle.

"Yes, it should be cold willows, but it's rare in the far north plain." the girl called miss Dugu smiled and looked at the willows in front.

"Miss Dugu has a good eye," said Lu Shaohu, Lu Shaoxiong and Zhou Haiming.

"I heard that miss Dugu's literary talent is extraordinary. From now on to late winter, I will make a fool of myself and ask Miss Dugu to give me some advice." Zhou Haiming took the opportunity to say, as if he wanted to show a little before this beauty.

"I don't deserve your advice. Please let me enjoy it," said Miss Dugu with a smile.

"Then make a fool of yourself." Zhou Haiming tidied up his clothes, then took a deep breath, looked at the back garden, and then said, "the garden has excellent scenery. In winter, spring is pleasant, green trees and red flowers. In addition, there are guests on the balcony."

After reading, Zhou Haiming smiled proudly, as if he was satisfied with what he had just done.

"Pooh Pooh" Lu Shaoyou, who was hiding in the tree, almost wanted to vomit. He secretly said, there are really all kinds of people these days.

At this time, among the young men and girls, Lu Wushuang's look was also a trace of helplessness.

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect that childe Zhou was so talented." but miss Dugu smiled and praised Zhou Haiming. Suddenly, Zhou Haiming was proud of himself and walked in many places.

Then they continued to walk forward, but they slowly came to the place where Lu Shaoyou was not far away. They talked and laughed, and occasionally laughed.

Lu Shaoyou looked down from a high position. The servant girl with a special temperament had something on her mind. She was always silent and smiling. Her eyes also showed a touch of sadness.

"Several times in the deep winter, after Rong Huaxie, Fenghua quicksand, old age, prosperous and troubled times, quiet water flowing deep, cangsheng stepping songs, three life circle lack"

At this time, the servant girl walked gently and looked at the color of the deep winter. It seemed that she felt something, but she recited it softly. Her voice was like Zhilan, making people like young men and girls laughing in the spring breeze. At this time, they all focused on the servant girl.

The servant girl continued to whisper: "the calligraphy has been exiled from that life, stirring up the fire and smoke in the battlefield. I don't want to be a Jinse woman in that life. It collapses in troubled times and flies in fleeting years.

The green yarn is graceful, turbulent and prosperous in the whole prosperous age. It has been displaced for half a life, dotted with a lifetime of deformity and sadness. I don't know how many generations will pass, and a bright smile will be reincarnated.

Listening to the servant girl chanting softly, Lu Shaoyou found that the words and lines of the servant girl showed the meaning of hating that she was not a man. It stirred up the fire and smoke in the battlefield. He didn't want to be that Jinse woman. She collapsed in troubled times and flew away in fleeting years. If he was a man, he would definitely be a hero in the world.

Lu Shaoyou can't help looking at the talent and ambition of the servant girl. If he has this opportunity in the future, he must stir up the fire and smoke in the battlefield and spare no effort to succeed. This is what a man should have.

The servant girl continued to chant: "the ferry is over, the battlefield is desolate, the rain and arrows are flying, the brocade silk and satin are falling in love with the world, the jade dew agar, and the butterfly loves the ends of the world. It's better to listen to the bustling music than to be the bustling master. The quiet face will disappear in a moment like a mirage in the diamond mirror. Three thousand green filaments and weak strands, for whom do you point your dreams into infatuation! Who will compete for the heroes for the beauty in the bustling world of mortals?

Listen to the servant girl's chanting again. In the man's ambition, Lu Shaoyou combines hardness and softness with a woman's feelings. At this time, Lu Shaoyou seems to have entered a state of emptiness. His future in his previous life is slim and he survived a great disaster. What he wants is such a belonging. He will stir up the fire and smoke of the battlefield, and will not hesitate to succeed for thousands of years. Who will compete for the heroes and drunken beauties Knee, wake up the power of the world, this is simply the voice hidden in the depths of your soul.

The servant girl whispered again: "a harp, winding the world's sorrow, a pipa, filled with the feelings of all ages, holding the residual flute obliquely, infatuated with the Qingming rain, and lost all prosperity. Who can make me a song of heaven and earth? Who can plant a lifelong love for me.

At this time, all the people were staring at the servant girl, such talent, such artistic conception. Even the pretentious Zhou Haiming didn't feel ashamed.

At this time, the beautiful eyes of the servant girl frowned gently. When I read who could plant the next love for me, it seemed that I couldn't connect for a moment, and couldn't go on. I couldn't help sighing.

But at this time, a voice came out faintly in front: "it's a rainy night, and it's cold through the reincarnation of the whole life. The strings of the soul are disordered, and the world of mortals is rolling. The memory burns the remnant war of the past, and the body bears half a lifetime of sadness and plays half a lifetime of sadness.

At that time, there was a great deal of money, iron and horses, gas swallowing thousands of miles, and smoke everywhere. You ruled the world, and you fought for who. The Carpinus troops were preparing horses, Sheng flags rolling, sand flying, golden bells ringing, shaking the sky, fighting and shaking the world. The city was full of smoke and sand, blood and tears falling, the remnant rode and cracked armour, and spread red on the horizon. I only hope that the reincarnation Yan will still collapse and bring you flowers in February. I can only dance for you in the time of a drop of tears Ge, because I want to fight for the world for you all my life.

In that life, there were three thousand Taoyuan, with colorful falling flowers and a red horizon. The beautiful scenery was boundless, the face was beautiful, and the music was unique. I can only play half a song for you in half a column of incense, because I want to travel all over the world with you in my lifetime.

In that life, the snow was white, the illusion was pure, the cherry blossoms were flying all the year round, the flower festival was beautiful, the dancing street was quicksand, and the remnant died for several generations. I could only use the time when the meteors twinkled to get drunk with you under the moon before the flower, because I wanted to use the sand leakage in the fleeting years to melt the wind and snow for your belly.

In that life, half a green lamp, accompanied by an ancient Buddha, became Jue on the evening of the moon, wind screen pavilions, a roll of love, a song, a warm first make-up, 3000 green silk weak strands, which became crazy for Qing. Who can be entrusted with accumulating a lifetime of madness?

How many heroes died in blood, how many loyal souls buried their bones in other places, and how many white hair sent away their black hair. The only way is to urge our generation once we enter the Jianghu. The ruins and walls, soldiers under the pool, and smoke and sand all over the city are bitter. Who is waiting for it? I'm not afraid of the vicissitudes of beauty, but I'm afraid that no one will listen to the meaning of flowers falling and broken strings... "

Lu Shaoyou couldn't help thinking that he had wasted nearly half his life in his previous life. He was ruthless and had no achievements. When he came to this strange world in this life, he wanted nothing more than these two. Unconsciously, it was the words of the servant girl who opened his mouth.

"You are so talented and ambitious. Can you come down and let me see you?" when I heard this paragraph, the men and women below were also surprised. This word is not inferior to the words of the servant girl just now, but it can reflect the pride and tenderness. Only when I enter the Jianghu, I urge my generation. The ruins, soldiers under the pool and smoke and sand all over the city are bitter. Who is waiting for me! Not afraid of the vicissitudes of beauty, but afraid that no one will listen to the meaning of flowers falling and broken strings... This is an eternal saying.