Mo Ying carefully held Ning Si's hand, but Ning Si did not break away. The two of them stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard in a daze.

The moon is short of frost and the stamens are thick and thin. This flower belongs to Yutangxian.

On the eve of Yuanfeng's fall, the branches of Toad Cave are empty and remember the past.

The monk from Poji Mountain took pity on Geng Jie and trained the girl from Qunxi to fight against Qingyan.

I wish you to pick up the beautiful beasts and don't send them to the old stream.

The soft whisper in her ear surprised Mo Ying, the princess's talent had reached a higher level.

The shape and character of the sweet-scented osmanthus are vividly described in this poem. I took out the clear flute from my waist, and the faint sound of the flute washed away in the yard full of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The melody is light, long in duration, far and now near, and lasts for a long time, making people feel drunk.

"Haha, I didn't expect that there would be such a blessing in this remote town in Beicang."

"Papa..."

Both of them were stunned, and when they looked up, there was a man in white clothes on the roof. He had a green sword in his right hand, and his movements revealed the heroism and freedom of the world.

The man's face was covered by a scarf, and his facial features could not be seen.

I saw him flying down from the roof, his movements extremely graceful.

Ning Si was wary of this stranger. She clenched her little hands hidden in her sleeves and looked at the man in white without blinking.

"Who are you? Just because you came here for this piece of music, I'm afraid there are many people who can play it."

"Everyone says that the third prince's princess is unparalleled in beauty. The first time I saw her today is truly unforgettable. However, it is indeed a pity that such a beauty is entrusted to someone else. If the princess is interested, I would be willing to be her lover."

Mo Ying raised her eyelids and shook her head helplessly, looking at the familiar green light sword with worry.

"Tell me, why are you here this time?"

"Huh...for what? Of course it's for the parents' orders to be a matchmaker..."

Ning Si looked at Mo Ying doubtfully.

"Do you know him?"

"Not only do I know him, but have you also forgotten him?"

Seeing Ning Si's guarded expression, Mo Ying looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Leng Wushuang, she has forgotten you after all, hahaha..."

The man in white pulled off his veil angrily.

She has long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, deep spiritual eyes, but her face has a more feminine look...

Like what?

Yes, just like Jia Baoyu in the pile of makeup and powder...

Leng Wushuang blinked his eyes and dragged Ning Si's chin.

"Feng Ya'er, have you really forgotten me?"

"Why do you all call me Feng Ya'er? Is this my nickname or something?"

Mo Ying stroked her head and put down the flute in her hand.

"Your mother-in-law gave you a nickname, but you made me up casually..."

"Brother Feng is making nonsense?"

"Um……"

"Then what should I call him?"

"You call him Sister Wushuang because you think he looks effeminate..."

Leng Wushuang stamped her feet fiercely, without saying a word, she actually pulled out her long sword and started fighting.

One is dressed in rich clothes, the other is in ragged clothes, one has red lips and white teeth, and the other has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.

It went up and down suddenly, and the beating was very unpleasant.

The light of the sword was like a torch, and the shadow of the flute was like a charm. Leng Wushuang's long sword was pointed directly at Moying's face, but the flute turned it around and dominated the battlefield.

This beating takes as long as a stick of incense.

It's just a pity that the delicious food on the table is missing.

"You really don't know what is said. Don't you know that food is the most important thing for the people? Fights are fought, why are you ruining this table to eat..."
Chapter completed!