The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes finally finished babbling, and finally said a sentence as a conclusion: "Xueyu is very good at playing the piano, would you like to hear it, Your Highness?"
Ling Fengxiao put down the wine glass in his hand and said lightly, "No need."
The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes seemed a little flustered.
Ling Fengxiao looked up at the boy named Xueyu again: "Come here."
The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes is delighted.
Several other middle-aged men in Chinese clothes around him also cast envious glances at him.
Lin Shu continued to watch from the sidelines, thinking that it was probably the songs, dances, performances, etc. presented by those in front of him, and they did not get the favor of Ling Fengxiao, but only the gift presented by this middle-aged man in Chinese clothes was different, even the piano. Without playing, Ling Fengxiao called him over.
Those middle-aged men in Chinese clothes began to whisper, and with Lin Shu's ear, the content of their conversation was roughly: "So, Your Highness likes this."
"Hi... It seems that there are rumors that His Highness had a hobby of raising his face when he was still in school in the Academy a few years ago."
"So it is, so it is, His Highness has always been moody, and I didn't expect to have something I really like."
Of course, there are also discordant voices: "Brother Chu, look, no matter how she holds power, she is still a woman after all... Humph!"
Brother Chu said: "Brother Chen, you are very right, this woman is a woman after all..."
As they were talking, the boy named Xue Yu, holding Qin, glanced at Ling Fengxiao timidly.
Ling Fengxiao said again: "Come here."
The texture of the voice is cold and light, with a bit of a cold hoarseness, and you can't hear happiness or anger.
Xue Yu bit her pale lips with soft texture, stepped forward, put down the qin, and knelt down obediently in front of Ling Fengxiao.
Ling Fengxiao still had no expression on his face, took a gold-painted folding fan from Xiao Lingyang's hand next to him, and raised the boy's chin expressionlessly.
Xue Yu was forced to look up at him.
Lin Shu continued to watch from the sidelines.
A boy of 16 or 17 years old is inevitably a little weak, and with his delicate facial features, he is really well-behaved and beautiful.
- Not to mention that when he raised his face, the light of the lamp and candle beside him jumped in the dark pupils, adding a layer of warm yellow color, which also contributed to the vague uneasy look in those eyes, like a frightened little rabbit .
Lin Shu still watched from the sidelines.
Ling Fengxiao raised the boy's face and seemed to look up, down, left and right.
After watching for a while, she raised her thin red lips and smiled.
After this smile, the boy's beautiful eyes seemed to have melted into a puddle of water, and he called out, "His Royal Highness..."
However, the next moment, Ling Fengxiao's expression changed suddenly!
The folding fan was smashed to the ground by him!
The folding fan rolled a few times and fell on the jade steps with a crisp sound.
The boy was more like a frightened bunny, shivering.
The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes with an ordinary and slightly obese face at the bottom also began to shiver.
However, Ling Fengxiao, who made such a move, did not show any anger, and did not even raise her voice.
Just, it's cold.
As cold as the unmelting ice in the empty valley.
He lightly opened his lips and said slowly, "You... what are you?"
The boy was so frightened that he couldn't speak easily: "Your Highness... Your Highness, I..."
While talking, he also looked at the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes and asked him for help.
Lin Shu looked at the boy.
If it was my cousin or Xiao Shao, it might not be like this, but unfortunately, this lovely boy is facing Ling Fengxiao.
Ling Fengxiao's temper has never been good.
It's not bad, it's really bad.
This boy's request for help from the middle-aged man in Chinese attire may be ineffective, and even the middle-aged man in Chinese attire will be unable to protect himself.
He thought silently, and saw the boy shrink into a ball, shouting "His Royal Highness" in his mouth.
And Ling Fengxiao had leaned slightly to look at him. At this time, he retracted his upper body and leaned back on the high gilt seat, resting his head in one hand. Lin Shu saw his well-defined face in the intertwined lights and shadows, half drooping. Under his eyelashes are pupils without waves, revealing a shocking indifference.
His voice was as indifferent as his eyes, and he only said one word to the boy who had cried until the pear blossoms were raining and turned into a pear branch in the wind.
"roll."
The boy didn't know what was going on and was crying.
The guards at the bottom still winked and stepped forward to hold him down.
But Ling Fengxiao's expression did not ease in the slightest.
Another winking guard pulled away the qin that the boy had left earlier, and whispered, "It's burnt."
Ling Fengxiao's expression still did not ease.
A few more guards looked at each other and walked towards the gray-faced middle-aged man in Chinese clothes, ignoring his cry and begging for mercy, and dragged him down too.
The rest of the men in Chinese clothes were silent.
Seeing Ling Fengxiao pick up the agate cup again, gently shake the wine inside, and said slowly, "I... I have a bad temper, and I just lost my senses for a while, you all forgive me."
He said, "I lost my senses for a while" and "I'm sorry, gentlemen." However, anyone with ears can hear the condescending and condescending tone of his voice.
The middle-aged men in Chinese clothes continued to be as quiet as chickens.
Ling Fengxiao took a sip of strong wine and said, "If there is nothing else, then... continue."
The sound of silk and bamboo rang sparsely, and then gradually returned to normal.
The atmosphere below also gradually recovered, and everyone pretended to ignore what happened.
Lin Shu looked at this scene with scrutiny.
Just from the scene just now, you can see what kind of authority the current Ling Fengxiao has in his hands.
These middle-aged men in Chinese clothes and their families are probably ministers or princes and nobles in the capital. What they did at the banquet was to please Ling Fengxiao, and when Ling Fengxiao lost his temper, they did not dare to make a sound. Ling Fengxiao said that if nothing happens, then nothing happens.
And what Henry Zhang, the apricot-colored creature, did is—
Cooking dishes for Ling Fengxiao.
Pour wine for Ling Fengxiao.
Give the guard a wink.
Lin Shu thought it was interesting.
He was still hiding in the shadow of the roof and corner of the temple, and stretched out a fluttering spiritual power to explore Ling Fengxiao's breath.
The breath is fairly stable, and it has even reached the realm of transcending tribulation. From the outside, there is nothing wrong with it.
However, it seems to be less than three years ago.
He saw Ling Fengxiao drinking.
Compared to before the boy appeared, he drank much more often, and he almost drank while looking down at the crowd of people under the high platform.
One cup, one cup after another.
Xiao Lingyang said: "Don't drink, don't die."
Ling Fengxiao said: "You can kill me."
Xiao Lingyang: "Then you hurry to die."
Ling Fengxiao smiled, but he drank less and took a sip.
It's just that those usually domineering eyes are covered with a layer of fog, and they seem to be a little drunk.
Beauty, drunk, and certainly good-looking.
But in this banquet, who would dare to raise their eyes to take a closer look
Ling Fengxiao coughed suddenly, picked up the silk silk beside her hand to cover her mouth, and put it down.
Henry Zhang glanced here: "Your lip gloss is really heavy."
Ling Fengxiao was expressionless: "Go away."
However, Lin Shu never looked away from the snow-white silk.
He can see clearly from this angle, where is the lip gloss
Clearly blood.
He frowned slightly.
Earlier, Yingying had told him in a dream that her father had coughed up blood.
Now it seems that there is really something wrong with the body of this little phoenix.
The banquet continued, and he saw Ling Fengxiao vomited blood twice more.
Finally, when the moon was in the middle of the sky, the banquet was over, and the song ended.
Ling Fengxiao didn't say a word, and walked behind first.
Henry Zhang said "hey" and wanted to keep up, but was stopped by the middle-aged men in Chinese clothes.
Lin Shu continued to be too lazy to listen to these chubby men asking for news, and asked His Highness Fengyang why he was so angry, only to hear Xiao Lingyang unable to resist and said: "She can't see anyone playing the piano, and she can't see anyone wearing white clothes, and even more embarrassing. Wear white clothes and play the piano, you remember today."
Those people continued to ask, but Henry Zhang lost his patience, walked back, left the crowd, and shouted "sister" a few times.
But seeing that the palace was empty, the shadows of flowers in the garden were shaken, and there was no sign of his sister.
Henry Zhang exhaled angrily with his nose, and then walked away.
Lin Shu looked away from Xiao Lingyang and continued to look at Ling Fengxiao.
After Ling Fengxiao left the banquet, he walked through the palace alone, and the cascading flower road came to a small wooden pavilion in the depths of the flower.
At this time, it is the time when the peonies are in full bloom.
There were many shadows of flowers, and they swayed slightly in the night wind, so Xiao Lingyang didn't see any trace of him.
Lin Shu looked at him from a height like this, and saw that he was drunk, his steps swayed slightly, he leaned on the pavilion column, then sat down and looked up at the full moon in the sky.
He took out a bamboo flute, as if he wanted to play a tune, but the flute touched his lips, but put it down again.
The moonlight is like water, and the lights in the distance are dim.
Lin Shu got down from the corner of the eaves and walked towards this side.
He took his steps very lightly, and Ling Fengxiaoyue probably didn't hear the sound, so she never looked back.
When Lin Shu also passed through the flowers, came to the small wooden pavilion, and stood still behind him, he turned his head slowly.
The first time he saw the mist filling his eyes, Lin Shu was sure that this person was really drunk.
Ling Fengxiao first looked up at him, looked at him for a while, and then stretched out his hand to him.
That action, and the action that Yingying wants to hug, have the same effect.
Lin Shu took a step forward, was hugged by Ling Fengxiao's waist, and rolled out.
He was caught off guard and Ling Fengxiao both fell into the dense peony flowers.
Ling Fengxiao stood up and looked at him, his eyes were still not clear, he smiled grimly, and reached out to trace his eyebrows.
Lin Shu didn't move, didn't speak, let him move.
After the description, he leaned down and said in Lin Shu's ear, "I haven't dreamed of you for a long time..."
After speaking, he smiled again.
Lin Shu looked into his eyes.
In a pair of eyes, the shimmering light melted into the mellow moonlight of this night.
Did he think it was a dream
Ling Fengxiao also looked at him and said softly, "I..."
After saying "I", there was no more text, but Lin Shu looked at him and felt like he was about to cry.
Ling Fengxiao opened his mouth again, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Lin Shu asked, "How is your body?"
Ling Fengxiao lay down, leaned on his chest, grabbed his sleeve with his right hand, and said in a low voice, "Body, everything is fine..."
The tail sound gradually disappeared.
Lin Shu looked at him, but saw that the man had closed his eyes.
He went to check Ling Fengxiao's pulse, and found that the pulse was astringent and not good.
For some reason, he sighed softly and got up from the peony bush.
Although Ling Fengxiao was already unconscious, she still held onto him and hugged him horizontally.
When he picked it up, Ling Fengxiao's hair brushed against the flowers beside him.
Lin Shu looked around, and saw a vast sea of peony flowers blooming fragrantly.
Looking at her arms again, Ling Fengxiao quietly closed her eyes, dressed in a crimson palace attire, with a light veil swaying in the night wind, perhaps because she was drunk, the corners of her eyes were still faintly reddish.
Although he is an emotionless sword cultivator, he still managed to retain a bit of aesthetics.
Only the true national color of peony can move the capital when the flowers bloom.