She flicked her fingers in mid-air, and a piece of broad-leaved grass that she had plucked earlier flew out. It brushed past the surface of the water, and with a flip of her body, she leaped up like a wild goose, her toes already touching the grass.
Only a fool would jump into the water on such a cold day.
Meng Fuyao giggled as she stepped on the tip of the grass and surveyed her surroundings. There was indeed a different view behind the rockery. What she had seen previously was a pool of water in a corner, but now it seemed to be a rather large man-made lake. The lake water was as clear as jade, reflecting the exquisite rocks around it. Large patches of fragrant camellias, dark red, light red, and plain white, mingled with the elegant wintersweet and delicate blooming azaleas. The colors were bright and eye-catching.
In the middle of the lake was a pavilion made of white jade, connected to a long emerald green corridor. Upon closer inspection, the corridor was actually made of emerald green bamboo, suspended above the emerald green waves. Nobody knew how it was maintained, but the light green bamboo reflected the crystal-like lake water, giving off an extremely clear and refreshing visual sensation.
A breeze swept past, causing the lake water to fold gracefully. In the white jade pavilion, the tinkling of golden bells never ceased, and the white silk curtains of the pavilion fluttered in the wind, layer by layer like a dream. Vaguely, a silhouette could be seen playing the guqin with its head lowered. The sound of the guqin was clear and dazzling, like strings of jade beads rolling into the center of the lake. Nobody knew which beauty was playing it.
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, and her chest was instantly filled with the refreshing winter air mixed with the fragrance of flowers. She could not help but mutter, "How enjoyable!"
The broad-leaved grass kept flying out of her fingers as she approached the pavilion step by step. Halfway there, she suddenly stopped, sensing a murderous aura in the air.
The murderous aura was formless and yet omnipresent, as if it was hidden in the flowers and trees, as if it was hidden in the wind and the moon. As the flowers and trees rose and fell, the wind blew, and the moon shone.
It was so quiet here that there was no sound other than the sound of the guqin …
Meng Fuyao's thoughts suddenly paused. That's right! Why was there no other sound other than the sound of the guqin? Where were the natural sounds of the world? Where were the rustling of the grass in the wind and the chirping of the insects in the night?
Her body flew, but her thoughts were a little sluggish. She released all her senses and only felt the murderous aura around her. Only the person in the pavilion in front of her was completely normal. She was the only breakthrough point in the stagnant atmosphere.
This must be the crown prince beauty who doesn't know martial arts, right? Although there was no one in the palace, there seemed to be an ancient formation. Since she had barged in, the only way out was to get out. She made up her mind and dashed forward.
At this moment, the other party, who was hiding behind the gauze curtain, seemed to have noticed her. He raised his head slightly, and his fingers on the zither strings suddenly paused. Then, he loosened his fingers, and a distant zither sound rolled across the air. The sound was deep and profound.
The murderous aura around her dissipated, and she felt her body relax. It was as if she had been untied. She couldn't help but look at the hazy figure in the lake and smile wretchedly. 'Beauty … you know I mean you no harm … hehe.'
She tossed out the last piece of broad-leaved grass and calculated the distance. It was just enough for her to reach the pavilion. Behind the veil, she saw the graceful beauty playing the zither without saying a word. She seemed to be looking up at her. Meng Fuyao laughed even more happily.
Nearer … nearer …
Suddenly, the veil was lifted, but it wasn't the beauty's slender fingers that lifted it. Instead, it was a fat, white blob. The blob stomped out, holding a tiny slingshot in its claws. It slammed the slingshot against the railing of the pavilion, stepped on it with one foot, and pulled the string with the other. His posture was fierce, his white fur was flying, and his eyes were filled with hatred as he pulled the bow!
"Bam!"
A stone flew out and landed on the broad-leaved grass, causing it to spin. However, due to the buoyancy of the water, it didn't sink.
Meng Fuyao didn't raise her head to look at the movement in the pavilion. Her gaze was on the tip of the grass, but it was unexpectedly turned away and out of her calculation range. She cursed, "F * ck, which bastard is causing trouble?" She flipped in mid-air, intending to land on the tip of the grass again.
Unexpectedly, the stone was coated with a highly corrosive poison. The grass that came into contact with it immediately curled up and rotted. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.
Meng Fuyao somersaulted down, and the grass that she could land on disappeared from her line of sight. In a split second, she was startled, and after two somersaults, her true qi was exhausted. With a splash, she fell into the lake.
On the pavilion, a certain person immediately threw away the slingshot, clutched his stomach, and giggled. With a swish, he slipped back into the veil.
With a splash, Meng Fuyao's head popped out of the lake. Her black hair was wet and stuck to her forehead, and the ginger on her face was half washed away. She was as gaudy as a water ghost. She raised her eyebrows and scolded, "Which one? Which scoundrel is plotting against me? Come out! Come out! "
The scoundrel giggled from behind the veil.
Meng Fuyao's ears pricked up in suspicion. With a splash, she swam over and climbed up the railing of the pavilion. Suddenly, the veil was lifted, and someone laughed. "Fuyao, why is it that every time I see you, you look so pathetic?"
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