The sound of the flute seemed to become clearer and clearer, and as the sound started, she danced, her skirt fluttering. Her waist was so thin that it could not be grasped, and her lotus feet under her skirt were like brocade flowers.
Weiyang opened her red lips and sang along with the dance:
When the green carp comes, I hear the sound of spring streams breaking in the distance
Smell the first yellow stamens of the hand-planted pear tree
... ...
Last year I picked the fine snow from the branches, and now it's falling on the rouge pear leaves
I lightly rubbed the grass two or three times, put it into the roll, and sipped the spring wine carefully, and then I felt the sweetness.
... ...
It seems that the ancients tapped and fried the pear in snow
Can it dispel the half-life of wind and snow you have brought along
The willow waist is slender and the oriole's tongue is singing.
Wei Yang raised her eyes and smiled, which made her fair face look even more beautiful.
"The wind is blowing." The little grass holding the big red lantern murmured.
The sky and the earth were covered in white snow, with a touch of delicate pink in the white snow. The breeze carried the clothes flying. Countless snowflakes floated down from the sky.
The cloud sleeves danced, as if countless petals were floating and flying, bringing out wisps of faint fragrance.
There was only amazement and astonishment in Yan Gui's eyes, his expression was full of clouds and mist, and he almost forgot to breathe.
He thought he had seen her at her most beautiful moment, but he didn't know that she could be even more beautiful, slowly blooming in this world, coming for him.
The sound of the flute suddenly changed, and the girl spread her wide sleeves and spun with it. She spun faster and faster, and flew up, almost flying into the sky. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, and the girl slipped and fell backwards. Yan Gui narrowed his eyes, tapped his toes lightly, and narrowly caught her as she fell.
Wei Yang, feeling dizzy, couldn't help but grab Yan Gui's collar: "Uncle."
Yan Gui lowered his eyes and looked at the girl in his arms with a rosy face and bright eyes. He couldn't help but pursed his lips.
"Yeah." He responded softly, his voice hoarse and low: "Uncle is here."
"Uncle, you are so beautiful." As Wei Yang finished her words, she stretched out her hands to hold Yan Gui's neck and moved closer. Seeing her entire little face close to her, her rapid breathing hit Yan Gui's face, with the sweet fragrance of a young girl.
"What are you doing, girl?" Xiaocao stretched his neck to look over and couldn't help but reach out to pull Konggu's sleeve.
Konggu pursed his lips, pulled Xiaocao's fingers off his sleeves, and lowered his head to pretend to look at the lantern in his hand. Xiaocao didn't understand, but she could see clearly that the girl wanted to kiss the general.
I didn't dare to look, but I couldn't help but sneak a peek.
Closer, closer, closer.
Just when Konggu and Xiaocao thought that their general was about to be kissed by the girl, Weiyang's body swayed, and she fell limply into Yan Gui's arms and fell asleep!
The sound of the flute had died down, and Yan Gui, holding Wei Yang, looked solemnly at a forest not far from the Yan Mansion. Soon, several figures rushed into the dense forest from all directions.
A figure leaped through the forest, and flew away like a roc spreading its wings. Several secret guards from the Yan residence followed and disappeared in the distance.
Yan Gui shook out his cloak and wrapped the woman in his arms tightly, then carefully carried her to the yard. His footsteps made a squeaking sound in the flying snow.
The candlelight flickered in the room, and Wei Yang had fallen asleep on the couch. Yan Gui walked out of the room and looked at the three maids serving in the room: "Take good care of the girl."
"Yes." The three girls answered in unison.
When Yan Gui walked out of the courtyard, a leader of the secret guards quietly appeared and whispered, "General, we didn't catch up with him."
"Yeah. Go ahead."
Yan Gui turned his head towards Wei Yang's courtyard. He knew who the person was who had just played the flute by looking at his figure.
Boss He of the Eagle Caravan is the only one who never forgets to show off by wearing such loose clothes with wide sleeves.