MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 15 Wen Run Ru Yu

015 Wen Run Ru Yu (this chapter is free)

Her head was a little groggy, her body was soft and weak, the wind swayed and fluttered through the branches, making a rustle sound, echoing in the silent night sky, as if people were walking everywhere, very light and light, but surrounded her in the center . Her forehead was hot, she braced herself against the wall, felt the person in the dark, and slowly approached her, and then approached it ... The dangerous atmosphere was filled with thick night, covering her heart, she couldn't help getting nervous, her hair was standing upright , The body looks like a full bowstring, tense.

"Driving, driving, driving ..." At this moment, the sound of driving came from not far away, and the sound of a whip rushing horses was seen. The driver was in a hurry to rush away. Rushing towards the middle of the road, it is better to beat him than to sit still.

"Yu--!" The carriage was forced to stop. The driver was a 40-year-old reckless man, pointed at her with a whip, and said with a frown, "Who are you? How dare you intercept our carriage? Tired? "

Man stepped forward two steps and arched, "This elder brother, rushing down from Xishan to this point, unfortunately contracted the cold. I hope the elder brother can take a ride, if possible, take me to a place in front of the medical hall and let me down Thank you very much for the next time. In the future, we will set up a grass ring to repay your kindness. "

Her voice was dull, with a nasty nasal sound, and she knew that the cold-blood syndrome was true at the first sight, and her tone was extremely sincere. The big man seemed to hesitate, turned around and looked at the direction of the car, and said to her again. : "We have to rush to Dongcheng and have no time to control you. Moreover, late in the middle of the night, who knows where there is a medical officer? Get out of the way! If it delays our master's business, I'm afraid you can't afford it!"

Hesitating for a while, listening to his tone, unlike the driver of other people, I do not know what character is in this car? Although the carriage does not look magnificent, the three horses pulling the carriage are rare and good horses. Presumably the person sitting in the carriage is also a person with an identity. Are they going to Dongcheng? Suddenly she had a clever idea and smiled, "Brother, I'm going to Dongcheng as well, and just go by the way. Could you please help me and take me to the vicinity of the palace?" Anyone who has the identity must give it to the king. Some face, right?

The man suddenly asked, "Are you from the palace?"

Manxi said: "Li Wang is a friend who is playing." After a game of chess, can you be considered a chess player? !! Even if it doesn't count, you have to borrow a name, and leave here to get rid of those people.

"It's ... just a word from you, who believes?" The man looked at her with suspicion.

"Old horse, let her come up." A gentle and elegant male voice came from the carriage. When the man named Lao Ma heard it, he nodded quickly, and politely asked her to get in the car.

There was no light in the car. She could only see the outline of the man on the opposite side, she could not see her face, but she could feel the other person's eyes always falling on her. Out of politeness, she arched, "I'm going to bother you!"

The man smiled mildly and replied, "Everyone is inconvenient when going out. Girl, you ... don't have to worry."

He was startled, with no fingers in the carriage, so sure he was a woman! The man seemed to see her doubts and laughed: "Although the girl is infected with wind and cold, resulting in a low-pitched voice and indistinguishability from male and female, your breath has a delicate fragrance and a slender silhouette. Therefore, you are determined It's a woman. "

In the dark, people's feelings become extra sharp. Manran said with a smile: "My son is so delicate! I admire it!"

The man smiled slightly and stopped speaking. The man's head became more and more groggy, and his body was hot, and he could not sit still. There was a bump in the carriage, and she couldn't control it and planted it in the direction of the door. At the sight of it, she would fall off the carriage, and she didn't even have the strength to exclaim.

With one hand, a slender and powerful hand, she grabbed her arm in time and walked into the car, and she bumped against the man. The man's warm and hearty breath sprayed to her ear and said gently, "Girl, be careful!"

"Thank you for your help!" Manxi thanked embarrassingly and struggled to get up. The man supported her by the shoulder and placed her on his back to prevent her from falling again. He smiled gratefully, his consciousness gradually blurred, and finally failed to support it, crooked in the man's arms, and fell asleep.

In the darkness, the man's eyes were very different, and he raised his hand and raised her eyebrows with a smile. To those driving outside, he said, "Go to Dongjiao Inn."

Waking up a long time, it was the second evening. In a strange place, the room is simply furnished, but the items in the room are exquisite and exquisite, even an inconspicuous blue and white porcelain bottle at the corner of the table is valuable.

The surroundings were quiet, and she vaguely remembered that someone was feeding her medicine, and then she fell asleep until this time. Touching his forehead with his hands, the heat has subsided, and the body is not so uncomfortable, it seems to be the role of the bowl of medicine. The man in that carriage must have called for a doctor for her! But why hasn't her internal force recovered?

Standing up to the ground, she slowly walked out of the room. The yard outside was large, but no figure was visible. She was slightly puzzled, and suddenly there was a sound of harp, and she listened to the harp.

At the end of the sheep's intestine road is a clear and green bamboo forest. There is an open space in the middle of the forest. The three-story stone steps are up. The clean ground is smooth and smooth. In the direction, the piano sound flowed from his fingertips. The setting sun poured over the entire bamboo forest, the soft orange light, accompanied by the faint bamboo fragrance brought by the breeze, and the distant and clear but hidden vicissitudes of the harp, it was intoxicating and unconscious.

"You're awake!" The man put a song, put his hands flat on the strings, looked back at her, his eyes were gentle, as if he was greeting a familiar person.

The eyebrows are like swords, their eyes are clear, their lips are thin and their outlines are clear. It's really handsome and unforgettable. However, this was supposed to be a cold face, a smile, but it gave people a sense of elegance and gentleness. There was a momentary moment in the air. Was this the man who rescued her last night? "Last night, was the medicine my son gave me?"

The man smiled and nodded gently. Man-chan said very sincerely: "Thank you!" Since she remembered, her father asked her to be independent. Whenever she was ill, the driver drove her to the hospital. The rest was only her face. No one has ever ... she will give her a glass of water while she is taking medicine, never! This is the first time I've been sick for three years in this world, except for a slight headache that I fell from my childhood once a month.

She looked at the handsome face of the man, and she suddenly felt a bit familiar, and seemed to have seen it somewhere, but she couldn't say it.

The man smiled and said, "It's just a matter of hand. How is the girl's body better?"

Manyu stepped forward, sat down in the same posture opposite the man, and smiled slightly: "It's no big deal, Lao Zi worry about it. Excuse me for the interruption!"

The man smiled innocently, and said, "See the girl in a coma and unconscious underneath, and bring the girl here without permission. You can blame the girl for making a claim."

He shook his head with a chuckled smile, and said, "Where is your son, you are so kind, how can I be so ignorant!"

A man looks at a woman dressed as a man, his eyes are clear, his light is hidden, his elegance is refined, and he has an indescribable charm that can be described as the ultimate beauty. His eyes were clear, and he slowly said, "Because of this, you and I don't need to say these scenes, but it looks rusty and vulgar." He nodded with a grin, and said, "I don't know how to call a girl?"

There was a lot of her name, but she didn't seem to be suitable to say it. When the man saw her for a moment, he made a pointless laugh and said, "If there is any inconvenience, there is no need to force it. I don't know the girl, can I care for the piano?"

This person is very perceptive and understanding, and she only hesitated before he changed the subject, easily avoiding awkward scenes. With a smile, Manchao said, "I know a little or two, and I don't dare to make trouble in front of my son."

Because her former master of the body was proficient in piano art, she was exposed to flaws. She had practiced the piano secretly, but she knew how to play it, as if she would have done it. The reason why she bothered to ask Shen Yu to go to the tea garden to fiddle is to borrow her name, and she was also unwilling to play the piano for entertaining guests. Thinking back to the piano sound she just heard, she thought for a moment, and said, "However, I think the melody played by the protagonist only sounds long and light, but in fact ... the Qingyue floats on the table, the vicissitudes are carved on the bone!"

The man trembled, staring with staring eyes, staring at her with admiration: "Being able to hear the vicissitudes behind the melodious song, we can see that the girl is good at piano. This song is called 'Qian Chen', and it is in the next seven years Created before. "

He looks like he is only about 20 years old, and he was only 13 or 4 years old seven years ago. It is not easy to create such beautiful and deep music. Manyu couldn't help sighing: "The height of the son-in-law's accomplishments is really admirable! It's just ... With the age of the son seven years ago, why is there such a profound sense of vicissitudes?"

The gentle smile in the corner of the man's mouth was a little stiff, and he suddenly lost his words, and immediately laughed: "I just asked casually, the son didn't have to answer." She looked up at the dark sky, stood up, arched: "This time I am grateful for the rescue of my son! If there is a chance in the future, it will be a good report. It is too late today, and I should leave. "2k novel reading network