Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 4: Beauty in the heart of the lake

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Meng Fu shook his body and flicked his fingers in the air. A piece of broadleaf grass picked up earlier was quickly ejected and brushed across the water. Meng Fu shook his body and swept across like a wild goose, and his toes had already touched the broadleaf grass.

It's such a cold day that a fool really dives.

Meng Fuyao stepped on the tip of the grass with a smile and looked around. The rockery had a different view. Before, I saw only a corner of the pool. Now it looks like a large artificial lake. The water is as clear as jade, reflecting the surroundings. The strange stones are exquisite, the large expanses of camellia are fragrant and beautiful, deep red pink, pale red and plain white, mixed with the clear blooming sweet heart and the blooming rhododendrons, the colors are bright and eye-catching.

In the middle of the lake, there is a pavilion of white jade that connects to the verdant corridor. It seems that the corridor is made of green bamboo and stands on the blue waves. I don’t know how the pure blue color is maintained. Yes, the pale green bamboo color reflects the crystal lake water, which is extremely clear and refreshing.

The wind is passing by, the lake water layer is layered with elegant folds, and in the Baiyu Pavilion, the sound of golden bells and Ding Ling is endless, and the white gauze and silk curtains in the pavilion are blown by the wind, and the layers are like dreams and illusions. There was a shadow in the middle, lowering the head and playing the piano, the sound of the piano became clearer and dazzling, like a string of jade beads rolling down the lake, but no one knows who made it.

Meng Fuyao took a breath, his chest was suddenly filled with the refreshing winter air mixed with flowers, and couldn't help muttering, "It's so enjoyable!"

Broad-leaved grasses kept flying out of her fingers, and people approached the lake pavilion step by step. They suddenly stopped halfway through the walk, and felt murderous in the surrounding air.

That kind of murderous aura is invisible and innocent but everywhere, like in the hidden flowers and trees, like in the wind and moon, as the flowers and trees undulate and the wind passes the moon, they are forced step by step.

Here is so quiet that there is no sound except the sound of the piano...

Meng Fuyao's thoughts suddenly paused, yes! Why is there no other sound besides the piano sound? What about those natural sounds in heaven and earth? What about those wind and grass, the sound of night insects?

She flew over her body, but her thoughts were a little stagnant, and the induction of the whole body was released, and she only felt murderous on all sides, except that the person in the pavilion in front was completely normal, which was the only breakthrough in this stagnant breath.

This one must be the prince Miki, who does not know martial arts, right? Although there was no one in this palace, it seemed that there was an ancient great formation. Since he had bumped in, he had to go out from here. Meng Fuyao made up his mind and swept forward.

At this time, the other party hiding behind the veil seems to have spotted her. He raised his head slightly, his fingers on the strings suddenly paused, and then they loosened, and a sound of a distant piano rolls past mid-air with a deep tone. And far-reaching.

The murderous aura from all sides suddenly dissipated, and Meng Fuyao suddenly became loose, as if he was untied, and he was very happy. He couldn't help but smile wretchedly at the hazy shadow in the lake, beauty... You know I'm not malicious to you. Ah...hehe.

She threw out the last piece of broad-leaved grass, calculated the distance, and just reached the pavilion. Seeing the beauty behind the veil, she pressed the piano without speaking, as if looking up to her, Meng Fuyao smiled happily.

Near...near...

The veil suddenly lifted, but it was not the slender fingers of the beauty that lifted the curtain, but a mass of fat white. The guy stepped out, holding a tiny slingshot in his paws, and hurriedly pushed the slingshot onto the railing of the pavilion. After a meal, one paw stepped on the slingshot, one front paw pulled apart the rubber band, the posture was sturdy, white-haired, with hateful eyes, and pulled the bow!

"Pop!"

A pebble flew out and landed on the broad-leaved grass, turning the grass around, but it did not sink because of the buoyancy of the water.

Meng Fuyao did not look up at the movement in the pavilion at this time. She was looking down and preparing to fall on the tip of the grass. She didn't want the grass to be beaten and turned away. Leaving the range of her calculation, Meng Fuyao cursed, "Damn Which **** is making trouble?" He turned over halfway, and again wanted to wait to land on the tip of the grass.

I don't want the stone to be coated with extremely corrosive poison. The grass immediately began to shrink and rot when it was stained.

Meng Fuyao turned over with a caterpillar, and there was no grass in his field of vision. After turning it over twice, he was exhausted and fell into the lake with a plop.

An adult on the pavilion immediately threw away the slingshot, squeaked with a big belly, and slipped back into the veil with a chuckle.

With a sound, Meng Fuyao* emerged from the lake, his black hair was wet on his forehead, and the turmeric yellow on his face was half and half washed away. The bells and whistles were like water ghosts, standing upright. The eyebrows cursed, "Which one? Which rat guy is plotting against me? Come out! Come out!"

The Rat squeaked inside the veil.

Meng Fuyao pricked up his ears suspiciously, and swam over for a while, grabbing the pavilion railing and going up, the veil suddenly lifted, and one person laughed, "Fuyao, why do I see you every time you Are you all so embarrassed?",

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Seriously inform me of my itinerary: I am going to go out to work soon, and I will come back to sing after I have finished the work. So my weekends are smashed, and the night time is also deprived... I cry, I will be free for the number of words I owe Replenishment, you guys should now be the fried sauce for the fried sauce, the powdered flour, you are welcome, I have no objection.