While talking and laughing, Long Fuyue roasted the two rabbits again. The crackling flames reflected her face. Her eyes were like stars and her lips were smiling. Her appearance was not the most beautiful, but she always had something to look at.
A bright feeling...
The bright moon was shining high and the breeze was refreshing. Yang Kunyu felt that he was so drunk that he took out a flute from his waist and started playing.
The clear sound of the flute echoed on the hillside.
Yang Jinxuan smiled and said: "My second brother's flute sound is second to none in Kaiyang Kingdom, but it is usually not easily heard. Today I am blessed by your honor."
When the song ended, Long Fuyue said with a smile: "Do you want to listen to me singing?" [
Yang Kunyu's eyes lit up, and his warm eyes were full of smiles: "Okay, you sing, and I'll join in. I wonder what you sing?"
Long Fuyue looked at the bright moon in the sky and said with a smile: "I'll just sing 'When will the bright moon come'?"
When will the bright moon drink wine and ask the sky?
I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky
I want to ride the wind back home for fear of the beauty of the palace
It's so cold at high places that I dance to find out how my shadow seems to be in the human world
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion and looking down at the house, there is no sleep
There shouldn't be any hatred, why will it last forever when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete
Nung, moon and new moon……
Yang Kunyu was stunned when he heard it. He tried a few notes of the flute to his mouth, and finally caught up with the second verse. The sound of the flute, accompanied by the singing, swayed in the night wind...
The murderous aura appeared almost suddenly, and as soon as it appeared, it was overwhelming.
What a strong murderous aura!
Accompanied by a strong murderous aura, a thin flute sound came over. This flute sound was extremely clear and elegant. It was like an icy spring that slowly penetrated into people's hearts, completely suppressing Yang Kunyu's flute sound.
Go down.
Yang Kunyu's body shook, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't blow it anymore.
The flute sound was extremely peaceful, but Yang Jinxuan felt so suppressed that he couldn't breathe. He jumped up suddenly and shouted: "Who is it?"
The sound of the flute was so familiar! Long Fuyue suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart, and jumped up in a hurry, looking around.