Lord, Let Me Go

Dayin ancient dynasty, Taihuang house, Chengyong river.

There is a boat floating on the river. On the boat, there are a couple of fairies and fairies. They stand in the bow of the boat and look at the picturesque green mountains on both sides.

There are white apes running and jumping with vines in the mountains. From time to time, they make a few howls, and they are sad to hear.

You Qingying is wearing a soap grey robe, and her loose clothes cover her graceful posture. However, her long legs, like jade and snow, are looming under her clothes. Even the koi, who loves leaping waves all the time, is willing to sink at the bottom of the river and peep at it with a little curiosity.

Ying yuan, standing on one side, holds a flute in his hand. He can play a song for the shadow. The blue clothes of a river are like the sky of rain. There are still some light clouds coming out of the hill, but they are still reluctant to disperse.

"Brother Ying yuan, this river is so wonderful that it has aroused the resonance of Mount Tai in the imperial edict!"

You Qing Ying spreads out the palm, on the skin as delicate as lanolin, the imperial edict of Tubo lies there quietly.

This imperial edict looks ordinary. If youqingying throws it under the water, even fish and shrimp will not be curious.

However, the so-called "great ingenuity but no work" can be imagined. This ordinary thing is the imperial edict given by Tu Bo Mian, who is in charge of the Youdu capital and deserves to enjoy the back land?

"Elder you and young master Yin have already transformed many rivers and water systems in this wasteland, making them coincide with the general trend of the land of Mount Tai. Now we are on the Chengyong River, and naturally we can feel this resonance."

Chengyong river is the main stream of many river systems in the land of Taihuang. It runs through Jiudu daze to the north and runs through the whole taihuangfu to the south, which is connected with Weixi house of Dayin ancient dynasty.

In this way, we all understand that Chengyong river is the main artery of water transportation from north to south in the barren land.

Since it is the main artery, it must have been carefully modified by youjiuxi, which can resonate with the terrain of Mount Tai. This is not surprising in itself.

What's strange is that through the edict of Tubo, Youqing shadow can clearly feel this resonance.

This means that the river course of Chengyong river has reached a very high standard.

You Qingying chuts two times and throws up the imperial edict of Tubo and then plays. Seeing many beautiful lotus picking women not far away, she can't help but smile and squint at her eyes.

Ying yuan stroked the silk like locks of her hair, twisted the ends of her hair to the flute, and asked with a smile, "why? Do you want to learn from the child scoundrel

"No! I just want a lotus leaf hat

After that, you Qingying's mind moved and steered the boat to the lotus pond.

The lotus leaves in the sky are boundless, and the lotus flowers are not as beautiful as they are in the water.

As soon as the cool wind blows, the water surface becomes wrinkled, the lotus leaves and lotus flowers slowly sway, and the clothes of the lotus picking girl are also flying.

Such a variety, serene and quiet, needless to say, beautiful, difficult to say.

Lotus sea boating, you Qingying is very interested, Ying yuan will also play a song for her.

The pleasant sound of the flute in Qingyuan is melodious and resounding. It blows through the endless flowers and leaves, and spreads from one end of the water to the other. Even the gulls and herons who are fighting for the ferry stop. They are afraid that the sound of their wings will disturb the pipers.

"What a pity! Such a beautiful scenery, we only have this boat, not the purple boat. "

You Qing Ying leaned against Ying yuan's shoulder, and closed her eyes lazily. Her long jade eyelashes, which could sweep the light dust and were like crows' feathers, trembled slightly in the sound of lotus flute. With her mountain snow scene, she asked the lotus picking girls to lower their heads one after another.

I don't know whether these beautiful young girls are ashamed of themselves before the beauty of Youqing Ying, or because Ying Lang is so beautiful and unmarried, she is so embarrassed.

"The Plover loves the water, and the purple bunting boat just imitates their gods. How can it be compared with the fact that all the gulls and herons stop and look at you eagerly?"

Ying yuan felt the beautiful eyes of the lotus picking girl. He immediately stopped playing the flute, put his hand on Youqing Ying's shoulder, lowered his head and whispered with her intimately.

"Hum! Brother Ying yuan, in my new words book, what's your behavior called? "

You Qingying's eyes Rose, and a smile like pleasure and ridicule floated up. Leaning against Ying yuan's arms, he snorted softly and deliberately lengthened the ending: "yes, it's called ah ~ the bursting of the desire to survive!"

Ying yuan sighed helplessly. He fell in the shadow's ear and said in a soft voice: "then you hold my dead hole. Of course, I have to live in front of you!"

"Dead hole?"

The shadow blinks and blinks, and in the autumn / spring / water, there is a trace of doubt.

"Where can I hold you to death? You are very skillful and skillful. Wherever you go, there are a large group of warblers, warblers, swallows and swallows all around you. Wearing flowers and brushing willows is nothing but leisure. "

"No matter how many Yingying, Yanyan and yangyanliuxian are, in my eyes, I can't beat your smile.

"All you need is a frown and a sigh, and it's enough to make my heart and soul haunted.

"Don't you think it's holding my hole? You have to pinch my heart in my hand to make sure I'm eaten to death by you? "Ying yuan keeps biting his ears with youqingying, and it takes a long time to make the princess happy.

Just at this moment, a round dew drops from the lotus leaf. Ying yuan reaches out to catch it. Then he gathers the power of origin on it, and turns his palm to send it to the bottom of the water.

You Qingying stares at the place where the dew drops. She is curious about what Ying yuan wants to do.

When Ying yuan saw her bright eyes, she was as pure and novel as Lin Chen Xianji. She couldn't help but smile at the corners of her mouth, and even her eyebrows were stained with tenderness.

Isn't this the young man who amuses his sweetheart?