Yan Li, who was extremely frightened, immediately tensed up his nerves and almost used his mental power to lock onto the Lintian source. However, he saw that this source was still like the source of the Wanyuan mother body in Feng Yuchen's body, and it was lost in an instant. trace!
| "Why is this happening? Although we have captured these two origins, we have never been able to truly lock and control them!" Yan Li continued to move forward with everyone full of doubts.
When they walked into the west courtyard, they were so shocked that they were so red that they stopped in their tracks!
"Manzhushahua! It's really Manzhushahua!" He Jiyang suddenly raised his head and looked at the curtain on the attic, and took another step. When he walked past the trampled Manzhushahua, he waved his hand, and the dripping brilliance sprinkled on the damaged petals. Those petals miraculously restored their shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, he obviously did not focus all his attention on these flowers. The traces of migratory birds flying in the snow surprised everyone present! Even Feng Qingyi, who usually hated Feng Yuchen, couldn't help but give her a thumbs up in his heart.
There is no feasting, no ups and downs of noise. At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the originally desolate and lonely west courtyard has become the most fascinating place in Feng Mansion. Everything here exudes a fresh and elegant atmosphere.
The sound of the flute has died down, the breeze has stopped, and the birds have dispersed. Everyone looked like they were still unfinished. When Xiaoli, who was leaning at the bottom of the stairs, saw the person coming, she ran away somewhere.
He Jiyang was the first to smile and grab a folding fan to applaud. When Feng Zhiheng and others saw this, they just applauded gently from the bottom of their hearts and said nothing.
"What a beautiful manjushuahua, a flower on the other side. Is there a beautiful woman on the other side?"
He asked in a humble and polite tone. This voice was full of magnetism, which reminded people of the scene when a talented man and a beautiful woman meet for the first time.
"There is no such thing as a beautiful woman, but there is a sad one." Feng Yuchen from the attic returned to Arhat's bedside, and his calm tone made people feel cold.
In Feng Zhiheng's ears, it was hard to control himself. Perhaps he had been too indifferent to his daughter over the years. Suddenly, the scene when Feng Yuchen's mother passed away more than ten years ago appeared in his mind. Not everyone could understand that sadness. As a father, it's not that he doesn't love his daughter. On the contrary, he loves Wujiwu and he should love this daughter the most. However, due to pressure from all aspects and the special nature of Feng Yuchen, his father cannot be like other people. Love this daughter like that. He had also complained about why God had given all the injustice to his miserable daughter, but he had no choice but to give her the courage to love her despite the pressure!
"Flying Snow on Broken Bridge, I have heard this flute music countless times. No one can perform it with such pathos and emotion like this girl, and can perform it so perfectly. I have nothing else to ask for, I just want to see it." The girl has a beautiful face, but I don’t know that the girl..."
Before he could finish speaking, the sound of the flute in the attic came to mind again. It still has a sad tone, but it is no longer the falling snow on the broken bridge. It is clearly a song "See You Again" that has been passed down through the ages.
After laughing a few times, the halo of the folding fan in his hand circulated, and he waved violently towards the sky, and the remaining petals of the snowflakes flew down again.
Xiao Li in the corner blinked her bright big eyes, looking at the arrogant back of the man she loved in the snow with tears in her eyes, her heart started to throb again.
The fluttering snowflakes did not fall on his body, but gradually curled up and gathered together in front of him, and finally turned into a guqin!
This scene once again shocked everyone in the audience. To be able to have such pure and powerful power at such a young age is indeed something that the world can look up to! This guqin was also as crystal clear as jade, as natural as nature, as if it was integrated with his body.
Along with the sound of the flute, which sounded like an ancient lamentation, the strings of the piano fluctuated. The snowflakes still didn't stop, dancing in the air with rhythm. They were like a part of life, making him incompatible with the whole world at this moment. The only thing that could reconcile with his existence was the one-inch curtain in the attic. .
A piano and a flute, these two instruments that couldn't play together at all, resonated like never before at this moment. The falling snowflakes in mid-air and the vast expanse of miserable blood-red on the ground seem to be jointly interpreting a poignant story about traveling through reincarnation.
When Yan Li heard such music, he suddenly understood something in his heart. It turned out that He Jiyang was none other than another host hidden in Lintian in this small world! He has been secretly manipulating He Jiyang's body, trying every means to get close to Feng Yuchen, and also wants to seize the origin of her Wanyuan mother body's true soul! This is where the twists and turns begin!
And it was precisely because Feng Yuchen's obsession with Huang Qingyue was shaken by He Jiyang that he could never really let go of it, and he could not release the purest true soul source of the mother body deep in his soul!
This story has always been printed with pale and blood-red tones. Even the sweetness has become a thing of the past, like notes floating in the wind, which will eventually be whitened in such a dazzling color.
Yan Li has already discovered that He Jiyang must have cast a spell on Feng Yuchen, causing Feng Yuchen to confuse and misplace the mark of Huang Qingyue and He Jiyang's figure, giving him an opportunity to take advantage of him!
"What a vicious strategy!" Yan Li's soul is currently wandering in this space, watching everything below with cold eyes!
Feng Yuxuan did not know when she appeared in the corner on the other side of the west courtyard. From her angle, she could see her side face, but she couldn't see the attic where Feng Yuchen was. Now she is waiting for the opportunity. Just don't let her get out of this attic.
The sound of the piano and flute dissipated in the air at the same moment, and everything returned to calm. This song is completely played from the heart of Feng Yuchen at this moment. What she longs to see is definitely not what is in front of her.
Gently following the half-hidden curtain to look at the snowflakes below, Feng Yuchen revealed a sneer on his lips. It's a pity that he is still being sentimental and goes along with it. When Feng Yuchen, who had been through this for a while, saw this face again, he realized that the complex emotions in his heart were actually a little more playful.
"There should be other means next!" Xin Yuchen put down the jade flute in his hand calmly and waited quietly for what was going to happen next. Yan Li's strong mental power made her become more and more awake! It has been possible to see clearly the essential difference between He Jiyang and Huang Qingyue to a certain extent.
"In ancient times, there was a legend about Yu Boya, Zhong Ziqi, harp and flute. I didn't expect that such a legend could be reproduced with the girl today. I think that although I, He, am not a unique talent, I am still a child of an aristocratic family. To be honest with Uncle Xin and all my aunts and sisters, He went north to the capital this time, on the one hand, to deal with some family matters, and on the other hand, he was ordered by his father to come to this city of abundance to find a wife. It's embarrassing to say that He has many close friends over the years, but But I have never met a good match who is as connected to He as she is. I have never met the girl, but I can deeply understand her feelings and hope to get to know her. "
After saying this, he retracted his folding fan and with a flick of his fingers, the guqin made of ice and snow disappeared in front of him. The flying snowflakes gradually became denser, and then suddenly transformed into an arched shimmering crystal ball in front of him. Bridge of purple light. The other end is where the curtain of Xin Yuchen's boudoir is located above the attic.
Everyone in the venue basically spent the day in shock. They saw too many things beyond their imagination, some were amazing, some were intoxicated, some were admired, and some were romantic. This scene now almost realizes a romantic scene that the girls in the scene have only seen in their dreams!
They were shouting in their hearts and looking up. Some of them sent the warmest instructions to Hefeng Yuchen, such as Xiao Huan who was next to the pond who was ignorant of world affairs. Most of them showed jealous and resentful eyes.
"In my whole life, I am only willing to guard these beautiful and miserable flowers below, water and fertilize them, recite poems and paint them, and watch them endure the wind and rain and become unlucky ghosts trampled by others. That is enough."
A gust of cold wind blew into the fiery ears. It seemed like someone had slapped several people in the mouth.
He Jiyang's expression froze, and then the smile on his face became even brighter.
"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent, who once captivated the country, and then captivated the city again. Well, maybe I am not worthy of the girl on the other side of the world. In this case, I will leave a mark for the girl, and it will be a blessing for you and me in this life. The witnesses gathered here.”
After saying this, he lifted up his folding fan, a purple light flashed in his eyes, a gust of wind suddenly rose above his head, and the snowflakes in the sky started to fly again.
Using a fan as a substitute for writing, I saw that with a few eloquent strokes from a distance, he shaped a lavender manzhushahua. Although there was only the outline of a flower, the ups and downs of these few moments were enough to show the profound skills of pen and ink.
A purple-gold Manzhu Shahua that was absolutely out of the dust stopped in front of him. Only at this moment, the lavender eyes suddenly turned into an increasingly gloomy black, and then, covered by the dancing snow in the sky, a cold light shot out of thin air. While making the entire Manzhushahua look more luxurious, it also seems to have an extra element of enchantment.
With a wave of passion, Manzhu Shahua was lifted up by a pure lavender light, and followed the gently floating curtain on the attic into the front of Feng Yuchen.
At this moment, Yan Li, who saw all this in his eyes, suddenly felt an extremely strong death energy flashing through his eyes, and quickly disappeared into Feng Yuchen's boudoir with lightning speed. Yan Li wanted to stop him but it was too late. The dim black light disappeared in a flash.
Before Xin Yuchen could see it clearly, the manzhushahua, which was filled with dim light, quietly penetrated into Yuchen's body like a tired bird returning to its nest, and made no more movements.
Yuchen didn't feel anything strange about her body. Instead, she felt as if she was being brushed by a breeze, which made her feel very comfortable. However, she didn't think that such a gesture would be of much benefit to her. He doesn't seem to be a person willing to do business without capital.
"Yu Chen would like to thank Master Meng for his kindness. The interest has passed. If there is nothing else, please invite Master Meng to come back. My West Courtyard is used to being deserted. We don't often have visitors on weekdays, so I won't send you away far away."
The curtain fell down, as if the whole world was shut out, and Yuchen returned to his Arhat bed in a few steps. She didn't see the strange smile on He Jiyang's lips.
He Jiyang dodged a few times and returned to the ground, and all the glitz in the air turned into dust again. When he returned to the public, he still had the unique smile of the handsome young master, and his calm and suave demeanor swept away the deserted atmosphere of the west courtyard for a moment. Under the leadership of Feng Zhiheng, the group finally left here.
He Jiyang turned around quietly, originally wanting to experience the quiet and quiet atmosphere of the west courtyard again, but he accidentally saw Xiaoli staring at him from a distance at the entrance of the attic wooden staircase. His gaze was so sharp, but with just a slight arc, Xiaoli had no choice but to blush and run away upstairs.
"What a pretty maid who has just begun to fall in love!"
I thought that the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere had been restored, but unexpectedly, Feng Yuxuan in the corner suddenly appeared below the attic.