Why is he here? He didn't notice it at all when he came in. Was it because he hid it too well, or did he only have eyes for that woman? No, he kept standing here because he was confused. But why would Jian Mucheng do the same?

What about lingering in Jian Yao's palace?

"The prince is here for something?"

Jian Mucheng took a step forward and motioned to the outer hall of Jimo to speak. He turned around and looked at Jian Yao on the couch and smiled tenderly.

Jimo was still shocked by Jian Mucheng's smile. When he looked again, Jian Mucheng's face had darkened and he was looking at him with obvious displeasure. Jimo just wanted to see Jian Yao and had no other important matters. Hearing from Jane

Mu Cheng asked this question and said smoothly:

"It's just a matter of moving spirits for the world. I still want to ask the Marquis about some details."

It turned out that after Jian Yao and Jian Mucheng set out, Nanyang moved their souls due to Zuo Shidu's posthumous title. Unexpectedly, on the day of the transfer, they were born with strange shapes and strong winds. The matter had to be abandoned and put aside for the time being, but there were rumors among the people.

Everyone said that General Zuo had great grievances.

Seeing that Jian Muchong was displeased, Jimo took a step back warily. Seeing this, Jian Muchong realized his gaffe, put on a smile again and said:

"I also know about Ying Bo's spirit-shifting birth with strange appearance, but I was not present at the time. I have left the whole matter to Fan Liang. You can go to him directly. Anyway, you are all good brothers and your own family handled it.

I, an outsider, will not interfere in this matter!"

At this time, a soft chant came from the inner hall, and Jian Yao stood up and asked:

"Brother Mu Cheng, who is here?"

Jimo raised his eyes and looked towards the inner hall. Although he couldn't see her figure, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction just hearing her voice. Jian Mucheng didn't answer, he folded his arms and looked sideways at Jimo. Jimo knew that Jian Mucheng had issued an order to expel guests, so he didn't

Shirdi glanced at the inner hall, gave Jian Mu Cheng a fist, turned around and left silently.

The guqin played softly, gently passing through the dreamland, and the faint fragrance of flowers attracted people to look for it. Across the quiet lake, Feng Xie saw the fiery red flowers falling petal by petal in the breeze.

spin slowly,

They all fell gently into the lake, dyeing the green water of the lake bright red. In the graceful dance of the petals, the clear sound of the guqin vaguely floated, like a faint sigh, as the falling flowers faded into wounds, as if the dream had already

Another life...

Jian Yao was dressed in white, with fragrant bones. She played the guqin gently, the strings were long and sweet, and she smiled lightly, flying across the corners of her eyes and brows, filled with the feelings of a girl. Opposite her, Jian Mu Cheng was playing a verse and singing, and her ink was falling.

Asking for a poem, a silhouette dazzled the bright clouds in the sky.

Many years later, this scene still often appears in Feng Xie's dreams. At that time, the soft waves in Jian Yao's eyes followed the melodious music of the guqin and lingered in the beautiful mountains and rivers. The scenery in white clothes ranged from south to north, from glaciers to the sea.

Leave behind the laughter and her warm breath all the way. Follow the lingering butterfly shadow on the shoulder, kiss Feng Xie's hair and fall on the old heart...

"There are songs and poems, how can we not have wine?" Jian Mucheng frowned slightly and looked at the fragrant tea in the cup with dissatisfaction. Jian Yao pursed her lips and said reluctantly:

"Brother Mu Cheng should change his habit of drinking!"

Jian Mucheng put his face in front of Jian Yao and gently rubbed the tip of Jian Yao's nose, smiling cheekily:

"Okay! Okay! I will change it next time!" After saying that, Jian Yao quickly ran towards the wine cellar without waiting for objection. Jian Yao got up and chased after him for a few steps. He was so angry that he chopped his feet fiercely and muttered to the wine cellar.
Chapter completed!