"Miss, you had better go with me just now. Cousin from the He family is naturally charming! Before that, I had never been so drunk when I saw a man. ! I found myself staying there. The moment he flew down, I knew my eyes were following him, but I couldn't feel the heartbeat or the sound next to me. I just felt that the world There is only that white mass like snow..."
"Xiaoya." Feng Yuchen interrupted Xiaoli's words, his voice was terrifyingly flat.
"Are you in love with him?" It sounded like a question to herself, and she clearly knew the answer. Isn't this what I have felt before
Xiaoli stood there, clasping her hands together, tightly grasping the sash on her chest, and lowered her head shyly.
Feng Yuchen admitted that at the moment when Xiaoli happily went to see He Jiyang, she had felt a little worried in the deepest part of her heart, but she never expected that the same plot would happen again, but this time it was different. main character!
A sense of powerlessness suddenly hit Feng Yuchen's heart, and the familiar scene suddenly appeared in his mind again.
The west courtyard is covered in gray. The neglected young lady of the Feng family in the attic put on her only set of clothes with the excitement and innocence of a young girl. They were not that gorgeous, but at that moment she turned into the most beautiful angel in the world! Not caring to say goodbye to his little maid, he quietly slipped into a corner of the Feng Mansion's gate. Looking at the gate, his father was cheering and his sisters were waiting at the gate with cheerful faces, welcoming the arrival of a legend. Her heart was filled with a tingling feeling, until that moment when snowflakes were dancing in the sky, he appeared in her eyes like a savior. From that moment on, the girl's heart was filled with a person named Huang Qingyue!
Feng Yuchen forcibly interrupted her memories. She didn't want to relive it again, thinking that that period of time would have a bloody ending like a bead of flowers! This was her fate!
The work at hand stopped. Feng Yuchen Lianbu moved slightly and gently took down his ice-cold jade flute from the flute stand next to him.
The cherry lips gently attached to the air outlet. I can't see any changes, I can only feel the curling breeze rising up to meet the rhythm, sweeping up the dancing rhythm of the falling snow, stretching the willow silk on the temples bathed in the dust, and I can't see the flying catkins flying in the sky, like fire. Follow the guidance of the gods at the end of the road to the suffering souls! Carry this refreshing music to endless distances. At this moment, several snow migratory birds were stationed on the lush branches of the trees in the west courtyard. This kind of bird that only lives in the snowfields of the far north stopped here inexplicably, as if attracted by the smart music. .
The weather dust in the attic was re-paved and turned gray. The same attic, the same song "Broken Bridge Flying Snow", without the despair and heat from the depths of the soul! There is no nostalgia and sentimentality for that cluster of flames, there is no snow migratory bird hanging on the branches, there are just all kinds of fantasies about the lover of the neglected poor lady in the wealthy compound!
The sound of the flute still did not stop. Gradually, there were more and more snow migratory birds. Under the bright sunshine, they seemed to feel the breath of snowflakes from the sound of the flute, and kept flapping their wings.
The few maids in the west courtyard couldn't help but put down their work at this moment, and walked into the world of dancing snowflakes together.
The lingering sound lingers, and the causes of the past life and the consequences of the future life seem to be superimposed together again, but in this life, it is destined that only Feng Yuchen can control the rhythm!
Feng Yuchen was originally moved by Xiaoli and inadvertently recalled all the events in his past life and was moved by the sound of the flute, but he did not expect that the bells and tripods feast would also resonate in the distance.
It was at this moment that Yan Li, who was in the sea of memory, suddenly felt an extremely familiar aura coming out. It was Long Ziyue's aura. At the same time, he vaguely saw the sudden flying out of Feng Yuchen's head. The pale face of Long Ziyue! It is the trace of the true soul origin of the Wanyuan mother body!
However, just when Yan Li was about to grasp the source, the light and shadow suddenly flew farther away with the sound of the flute! Yan Li immediately found the source soul and chased it along the sound waves until the trace of the source completely disappeared in the open square behind the inner hall.
"It seems that we can only continue to wait here!" Yan Li thought in his heart, and could only continue to feel the fragment of space that happened in this square. In a sense, Yan Li followed Feng Yuchen's memory and entered the real space of this time period. He only left his true body in the sea of memory, but the origin of his soul really existed here! This is exactly why Lao Long warned him that he would be in danger!
The place where Feng Mansion entertains guests is not in the inner hall, but in a small open-air square surrounded by artificial rockeries. The place is surrounded by artificial flowers and trees, and in the middle is a very spacious open space where dozens of people can dine and enjoy singing and dancing. The visit to the seat is also very elegant, and it is completely the etiquette of the princes, nobles and wealthy families.
The seat in the middle is naturally the seat of the head of the family, Feng Zhiheng. The first seat on the right from below him is where He Jiyang is at this moment. Next were He Jiyang's two personal guards, and opposite them were the ladies of the Feng family.
There was an open space in the middle where everyone was sitting around, which was reserved for people who would perform during the banquet. Now that the banquet had begun, He Jiyang, Feng Zhiheng and the ladies were chatting without a word, raising glasses to drink together from time to time, and the atmosphere was pretty good.
He Jiyang raised his cup and faced Feng Zhiheng, who was sitting next to him, with a serious look on his face.
"Uncle Feng, to be honest, because my father has been practicing in seclusion for many days and cannot visit in person, my nephew came to Feng Mansion this time mainly because of my father's request to briefly discuss with Uncle Feng the matters related to the pilgrimage meeting in a few days. This is The Pilgrimage Conference is held every three years. As one of the top wealthy families in the Fire Yang Kingdom, the Feng family will naturally be treated as guests of honor. I believe Uncle Feng should have heard of the contribution our Nanjun family has made to the protection of the royal city in the past three years. , my nephew has no other intention than to trouble Uncle Feng to say something nice in front of the emperor, which may be of great benefit to the development of the various ethnic groups in the royal city in the future. Nowadays, the foreign ethnic groups in various countries are rapidly developing! The rise of Wangcheng may not be a good thing for the entire Huoyang Kingdom in the future if it does not consolidate and strengthen it again! "What do you think, Uncle Feng?"
Feng Zhiheng was naturally aware of He Jiyang's intention. Judging from the current situation of all parties in the Fire Yang Kingdom, He Jiyang's suggestion was indeed the best strategy. As one of the core forces of the royal city, his Feng family naturally had a tendency to cooperate in this regard. !
"Haha, my nephew's good plan is exactly what I want. I believe that Rinan County's full participation will be the most solid force in the royal city! Nephew Jinyu, your sister Yu Xuan heard that you are coming to the house these days. , I have been contacting her for a long time at home about her famous works, and she has been pestering me every day to ask her to perform for you. Taking advantage of the excitement of the banquet, I asked her to come out and show off her appearance, as a way to cheer up your nephew. La!" Feng Zhiheng had already had three rounds of wine and spoke clearly, so he directed the conversation elsewhere.
"Haha, my nephew has been longing for it for a long time. Today I am lucky enough to see this colorful butterfly dancing. I can't ask for anything else!" He Jiyang saw that the cooperation was just around the corner. He held up the folding fan in his hand, and his hair was flowing gracefully. His chic posture was really charming. The charm that overwhelms all sentient beings. The girls on the opposite side stared blankly.
Feng Yuxuan had just come off the stage and changed her clothes. She waited until the show on stage was over before she appeared again.
I don't know which direction it came from, but a figure in colorful clothes dancing in the wind appeared in front of everyone. The spiritual energy in front of him shone brightly, holding Feng Yuxuan in the air. She was as light as a swallow, and her shadow moved with the wind. In just a few breaths, she flew down from the treetops in the distance. The graceful figure paired with this gorgeous dress made her look like a colorful butterfly dancing in the wind. The long sleeves are fluttering, and the skirt is waving to release the splendor of spring flowers and autumn moon. Even a talented person like He Jiyang was deeply attracted by the stunning dancing.
After the dance ended, applause broke out from the audience. This dance immediately pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to the climax, and Feng Zhiheng was very happy in his eyes.
"Come, my dear nephew, give me a drink!" He Jiyang raised his hand to raise his glass, looked at Feng Zhiheng, smiled, and gave a salute. Then he looked towards the field and saluted Feng Yuxuan, who was wearing charming makeup. Feng Yuxuan seemed to have seized the opportunity, putting on an affectionate look. He Jiyang is such a person. It can be seen at a glance that this young lady from the Feng family is definitely not a religious man!
Just as he was raising the glass to drink, his heart strings throbbed inexplicably, and he stopped holding the wine glass in mid-air.
Everyone in the venue saw He Jiyang frowning slightly, and then he became quiet, and all the noisy sounds disappeared for a while. The breathtaking and affectionate flute sounds reached everyone's ears. Almost at the same moment, everyone was stunned, including Feng Yuxuan in the center of the field, who were all dragged away by the sound of the flute.
He Jiyang was the first to regain consciousness. But at this moment, the purple light in his eyes became brighter than ever before.
"What a song: Snow on the Broken Bridge! I didn't expect that there is someone who can play such a beautiful flute sound! The original meaning of this song is a woman's longing for her lover, and it should have a happy tone. I didn't expect this person He was able to interpret it so beautifully with a sad emotion! Dare I ask if this person is also from the family?"
Feng Zhiheng saw the embarrassing look in the eyes of the young master of the He family, so he just nodded slightly and said, "That's your other cousin, called Feng Yuchen, she is a more reserved daughter of mine."
"Great! Please ask your uncle to take your nephew to have a look! My nephew loves the piano and flute, and he has never heard such a beautiful piece of music in Nanjun! Please help me!" He Jiyang's tone was calm. This moment no longer exists!
If he hadn't been at Keren's house, I'm afraid he would have rushed over with just a few moves! Such beautiful music is undoubtedly the most precious thing in the world to He Jiyang. He just wants to listen to it more closely.
Feng Zhiheng originally wanted to change the topic, and the ladies around him were also giving him looks, but he didn't expect that the sound of the flute did not stop. After much thought, he had no choice but to obey. After all, he had no other ideas. It’s okay to just admire it up close.
"Well, my dear nephew will follow me." After Feng Zhiheng finished speaking, he followed other family members to lead He Jiyang towards the west courtyard.
Feng Yuxuan, who was following at the back, grabbed Feng Qingyin who was following in front.
"That damn girl from Yuchen happened to commit suicide at this time and ruined my good deeds!" A cold glint flashed in Feng Yuxuan's eyes.
"Uh, what do you think we should do, Yu Xuan? Dad and the others are all there right now, and Master He has asked us to go take a look. What can we do? I think you should stay clean and don't cause any trouble! "Feng Qingyi doesn't have Fan Hun at the moment.
Although she is not too smart, she can still tell the difference between her eyebrows and her eyes. Now that her father is there, if she causes any trouble, she will be in big trouble!
Feng Yuxuan felt angry when she saw Feng Qingyi's panic, but Feng Yuxuan could not bear to let Feng Yuchen blatantly seduce her lover like this. A sudden thought came to mind.
As he got closer and closer to the West Courtyard, He Jiyang felt that his agitated heart could no longer be controlled. He really couldn't help but play a tune with the owner of the flute sound, but he was more speculating about the owner of the flute sound. heart! No matter how shrewd Jiyang is, he is completely unable to capture what this woman is thinking at this moment!
As everyone knows, the flute is still the same flute, but the person is no longer the same person. Yan Li controlled the origin of his soul, cautiously approached the people in front, and followed them towards the west courtyard where Feng Yuchen was. But at this moment, Yan Li suddenly saw a figure above He Jiyang's head. That person turned out to be Lintian! !