Chapter 282 Plum Blossom Rain, beauty in the rain.
Cutting through the silent night sky, it became the most beautiful scene in the night sky. The sound was like a scene, enough to imagine the penetrating power of that sound!
It lingered very far away, bypassing layers of mist, and caught the eye of a man. His eyes were filled with glimmers of light. His originally empty and indifferent heart felt a little sustenance. It's almost here, she's coming back soon. He came back again Can see her
I just don’t know if she has forgotten him
Such sounds and poems make everyone indulge in it and everything becomes quiet.
It was extremely quiet, and the only thing that could be heard was the lively beating heartbeat, which was strong and powerful.
Yes, who can bury my sorrow, laugh at the vanity of the world, and make my heart crazy.
So crazy
In the plum forest, everything is silent at the moment.
After a long time, another star suddenly shot up into the sky, making a deafening sound. This sound shocked everyone's thoughts
Everyone raised their eyes and looked at the person standing quietly under the plum tree at this moment. He was still dressed in elegant white clothes. Across the hazy sea of flowers, his face was as white as jade and his eyebrows were cold.
There seemed to be no words that could describe her nobility and elegance. The plum blossoms, which were originally the main color, turned into the dim color behind her, which was inconspicuous at all.
What is inconspicuous are just people.
She lowered her eyes, still holding the plum blossom in her palm. When she turned her hand, the plum blossom fell to the ground very slowly
At that moment, all the plum trees shook violently, and countless plum blossoms fell, forming a plum blossom rain
In the rain, a person stands calmly in it.
Her eyebrows are cold and beautiful.
"Haha." The beauty raised her eyes and smiled, was this done for me?
You are beautiful even if you don’t smile, but when you smile, everything becomes pale
Everyone stared blankly at the woman standing in the plum blossom rain, such a person
She is too excellent and beautiful to tolerate blasphemy. She should be alone, because at this moment, no one is worthy of her.
Mo Li's expression changed, and Bai Qing had never seen that expression before.
The dark eyes exuded a deep obsession at the moment, and the stars inside seemed to be a little brighter. The corners of the mouth that had not changed all year round actually curved at this moment.
She is laughing.
His eyes were fixed on Zi Han, never leaving for a moment.
He couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at that person, but he was extremely beautiful, extremely good, and extremely excellent.
Then he also smiled, as long as she was happy, there were many people who didn't like such an excellent disciple. Her happiness was his joy.
"Pa bang bang, bang bang bang."
The plum blossoms finally fell, followed by an unusually large number of plum fruits falling. At the moment of falling, there were still plum blossoms as a bedding, resting on top of the plum fruits, and slowly glanced in front of Zi Han.
The corners of Mo Li's mouth became wider and wider, Mei Hua also liked her.
"This quantity"
"There are more than a hundred."
Someone counted silently.
"One hundred and thirty-two."
"Fuck! So many!" someone exclaimed.
Ji Mosheng's eyes were full of amazement at this moment, and then he couldn't hide the smile in his heart. It was a blessing rather than a curse for such a person to be on good terms with their Shaoling Master.
Ye Cang also stared at Zihan dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time.
This is what a monster is.
And that talent.
There is probably no one here who can match him.
"That poem is very beautiful." Mo Li said slowly, her fingertips slightly curled, and even the corners of her eyes softened her indifference.
The voice was not loud, shallow, and faint, but everyone heard it.
Some people were secretly shocked. Even Lord Mo Li, who was usually very indifferent, spoke up. Then this woman is really outstanding.
Ji Mosheng glanced at Mo Li from the corner of his eyes, with a strange look on his face. He had seen many excellent people, but he had never seen Mo Li praise anyone before. This woman was still the first.
Zi Han, who had already collected the plums, walked to the bright light and looked up at the plum blossoms. She seemed to have a slight smile on her lips. She said, "Just like it."
More than a hundred plums! ! !
The amount was so huge, and the happiness came so suddenly, she could hardly hide her smile!
Unexpectedly, in a love poem, this plum blossom from outside the world would be so happy and generous, giving her so many plum fruits
No wonder people often say that plants and trees also understand emotions~
Mo Li looked stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and laughed silently.
Her fingertips moved slightly, and a stream of air swept up many plums and placed them on the table in front of her.
On the table, there are elegant and exquisite tea sets, and in the center, there is a small stove with a fire burning in it.
Holding the delicate teapot in her delicate hands, she placed it on the stove, put in a few plums, and waited quietly for the water to boil.
Seeing this, Ji Mo Sheng also brought some plums and started making tea.
At this time, it is the real tea party.
"Would you like to come up and have tea together?" Mo Li's sudden words made everyone froze, and then they looked at Mo Li as if they had discovered a new world, and then looked at Zi Han.
Then Mr. Mo Li invited him personally
Judging from the tone, it was actually a question, without any hint of coercion.
What a weird thing.
No matter how talented and powerful that beauty is, in the eyes of Lord Mo Li, it is actually nothing
Everyone is thinking this, but they can't figure it out.
Zi Han was also stunned. Before she could answer, he was pulled directly to the stage by Gongsun Jinran.
Nangong Ziyou was also called up by Ji Jing, looking incomprehensible.
Why does Lord Mo Li have such a strange attitude towards Zi Han? Nangong Ziyou couldn't figure it out.
"Can you sit here with me?" Ji Jing asked Nangong Ziyou with a smile.
"Okay, thank you." Nangong Ziyou nodded.
Gongsun Jinran pulled Zihan to the stage and ignored her. He returned to his seat, curled up the corners of his mouth, and silently stared above.
There are dramas to watch, there are dramas to watch~~~
Zi Han turned around and rolled his eyes at Gongsun Jinran's lewd smile, which was light and beautiful.
Gongsun Jinran turned a blind eye, and the smile on his lips became even more obvious.
I really don't know what she is laughing about. Zihan was speechless.
Then she looked up and saw that there was no seat. Where could she sit?
"Sit here." At some point, an extra chair appeared next to Mo Li, and she looked at Zi Han and said calmly.
At that moment, Zihan's mind went blank. The location was a little too close to her
Then, she nodded, walked to the chair, and moved it quietly and naturally.
Mo Li glanced at Zihan slightly from the corner of his eyes, and without saying a word, he quietly continued to throw plums into the teapot.
"The longer and more you brew plum tea, the more fragrant and effective it will be." Mo Li said slowly while lightly simmering the tea.
When Zi Han heard this, he nodded thoughtfully, then took out the plum fruit and put it into the pot.
Seeing this, Mo Li frowned slightly and looked at Zi Han with some confusion.
Without raising his head, Zi Han kept putting plums into the pot and said calmly: "Although the plums are all the same, I also want to taste the plums I dropped." Then he glanced at Mo Li, the corner of his mouth Lift up, smile.
When Mo Li heard this, he didn't do anything. He quietly watched Zi Han make tea and put his hands on the table. For a moment, the scene was a little quiet.
Bai Qing, who was sitting under Mo Li, glanced at Zi Han calmly. She had magic power and actually made her say so many words.
Feeling this gaze, Zi Han raised his eyes and looked at Mo Li, "Won't the young master have tea with you?"
The simple words made Bai Qing slightly stunned, and then she smiled bitterly in her heart. She couldn't let him sit at the same table with her.
"Let's go together." Bai Qing's expression changed with a simple word.
Mo Li is really different tonight.
"Okay." But he always obeyed Mo Li's words.
But this table is strange after all.
Zi Han, Mo Li, Bai Qing.
Originally, some people said that Bai Qing was not qualified and Zi Han was not qualified either, but after what happened just now, everyone changed their minds.
After a long time, a faint fragrance floated out. The fragrance seemed to be intoxicating, and the color was also blurred, green and green.
In front of him was the handsome Bai Qing, and next to him was the beautiful goddess. She sat down among them, which seemed a little strange.
After all, in the eyes of others, the two are a couple.
However, she was not rigid. She looked at the teapot with a calm expression and held a plum in her hand.
This plum fruit is also strange. The teapot is only a little big. She put more than a dozen plum fruit in it, but it was not full. When she opened the tea lid, she saw that the plum fruit was long gone. They were all integrated into the water. In the water, no, it should be The tea is now like a pot of spiritual liquid, the spiritual power is very rich and exudes a light fragrance.
Boom.
A crisp voice came out, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Mo Li picking up a plum fruit and putting it into the pot, "Put fifty plums in it, so that this tea will taste good enough."
Fifty? Zi Han lowered his eyes, fifty
Anyone with fifty plums at the bottom can count them on one hand
Glancing at those people who didn't have enough plums, I saw that they were also making tea with excited faces and expectations in their eyes.
Seeing Zihan's expression, Mo Li flicked the teapot with her fingertips, making a soft sound that never faded away for a long time.
"This teapot is different from them."
Zihan understood. It seemed that this humble little teapot also contained a big mystery.
Rich people are different~~~
Making tea takes a lot of time, and the people below are chatting while making tea, so time flies by.
And these three people, Zihan
It's been two hours, and the three of them haven't said a word.
Suddenly, Mo Li turned his face, raised his eyes, and looked at Zi Han, "Who, holding the hand, restrained my madness for half my life, who?"
Zi Han just watched as Mo Li faintly recited the poem she just said word for word, with a low, magnetic voice that lingered in her ears.
"It would be great if there really was such a person in the world." Mo Li tapped her fingertips, her tone a little melancholy.
"There will always be something big in the world." Zi Han lowered his eyes, stared at the table, and said lightly.
"Haha." Mo Li smiled, "The tea is ready."
With that said, he picked up the teapot and poured three cups.
The aroma of tea overflows instantly.
The purity of the spiritual power makes people feel much clearer once they smell it.
Someone below began to drink cautiously, but as they drank, they fell into trance.
Zihan's eyes flashed darkly, is this tea really so powerful?
"Thank you." Zihan picked up the tea, squinted at it for a while, and then drank it.
It has a sweet taste in the mouth, with the aroma of plums and the bitterness of tea. In short, it tastes great.
And that effect.
Zi Han raised her eyebrows. Just from this cup, she felt that her cultivation level had increased a little, as well as her pure spiritual power, which was her soul.
"The tea you made is really good." Putting down the tea cup, Zi Han looked at Mo Li, with a slight smile in his cold eyes.
When Mo Li heard this, he just frowned and paused, "Just call me by my name."
Zi Han was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, but said nothing.
(End of chapter)