A burst of sound of silk and bamboo suddenly came from the depths of the garden. A charming voice sounded along with the music:
Unstained by dust and ice, the fragrance is dark and you want to leave it behind.
It is difficult to distinguish between pure people and enchanting butterflies.
When you enter the world, you must find a place where it falls, and when it blooms, it will have its own time.
Gao Qing did not meet Lin Hejing, and sent a few branches to the garden.[
The singing is beautiful and melodious.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!" Three rounds of applause rang out, and only a lazy voice laughed: "Mei'er's singing is getting better and better. Not bad, not bad, I will reward you later. Well, it's time for the next show
Who is it?"
Long Fuyue stiffened suddenly when she heard this voice!
Feng Qianyu! This is actually Feng Qianyu’s voice! It turns out that he has returned home...
An indescribable feeling suddenly surged in her heart, like bitterness and anger. But there was also a touch of sadness. Even she herself couldn't tell what it felt like.
She had never seen him again since Feng Qianyu bandaged her injured leg that night, but she never expected to hear his voice again, and under such circumstances.
"This guy is having fun with my concubine and has obviously forgotten me!" Something like jealousy began to bloom in her chest, and she couldn't help but froze there: "Am I actually in love with this guy without knowing it?"
?"
She was startled by her sudden thought and shook her head desperately: "No, I won't like him. This guy is like a big stallion, spreading his seeds everywhere, how can I like him? I still prefer Wenrun
Ruyu, a modest gentleman. Not this guy who looks like a shemale... Well, maybe he was the first person I met when I traveled through time, so he was the first person I saw when I opened my eyes, just like a puppy or a kitten.
One is a parent, and I am probably the same way, so I regard him as a life-saving straw and want to hold on to it... Well, that must be the case! That's right!"
While she was comforting herself, she had no idea that Tian'er was pushing her deeper into the garden.
At this time, the singing had just stopped, and the elegant guqin sounded again.
Like the night wind shaking the trees, or like the quiet spring sliding on the beach, it seems pure and inactive, but it also brings a touch of desolation...