The golden April sunshine leaked through the leaves and fell on the man's face, illuminating his star-like eyes, slender willow-leaf eyebrows, high neck, perfect lip line, and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows.
His face is surprisingly white, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows is even more red. He is such a delicate and beautiful boy!
"This poem is really wonderful, can you tell me what it's called?" the boy in white asked softly.
""April in the World"." Yi Jiangxue answered truthfully.
"That's wonderful, can you read it again?" he asked.
As he spoke, he stared at Yi Jiangxue quietly, his harmless eyes so sparkling that people couldn't bear to refuse. However, after all, this was a poem written a thousand years later, and she shouldn't read it too much, lest it affect the course of history.
.Although this is a dynasty that she has never heard of, as a modern person who has strayed into time and space, she still feels that it is better to be cautious and respect history.
"I forgot all I did in the heat of the moment. I'm really sorry for you, sir." Yi Jiangxue shrugged and looked at the young man in white apologetically.
"Young Master?" The man said these two words softly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "You don't know me?"
"Should I get to know you?"
Yi Jiangxue also looked at him doubtfully, could this man be an old acquaintance of Nangong Xuanshuang?
"I was sick a few days ago and forgot some things." She said calmly and calmly.
"oh."
The young man responded softly, but did not introduce himself to Yi Jiangxue, but looked into the distance quietly.
There was silence all around, and the spring breeze blew in, making him float away.
With his white clothes as white as snow and black hair as black as ink, he looked like an exiled immortal who had mistakenly entered the human world, but his face was too pale, making him look a little thin.
"They are all competing for the Baihua Fairy, why don't you join them? Based on the poem just now, you must be the Baihua Fairy this year." The young man said.
"Young Master Miao praised me. My humble work is really not worthy of being recognized as a noble person. What's more, all the ladies and ladies have outstanding talents. I can't win Baihua Fairy."
Yi Jiangxue said that she was not being polite. No matter how touching Lin Huiyin's poem was, this was an era that talked about ancient customs after all, and vernacular poems were regarded as lower-class people. So Yi Jiangxue was a little surprised that this young man in white actually
Can appreciate vernacular poetry.
"You can definitely do it, as long as you are willing." The young man said.
Yi Jiangxue smiled and said nothing. She was a passer-by in this time and space. She just wanted to live in peace, and nothing else mattered.
The sun was shining warmly on her body, which was very comfortable. Yi Jiangxue found a place to sit down. This was when she suddenly realized that the boy was sitting in a wheelchair, and he was holding a crystal clear pen in his hand.
Jasper flute.
"Girl, would you be willing to listen to me play a piece of music?" he asked suddenly.
"That's my honor."
Someone is willing to play for you, which is a treat, not to mention that the person is a handsome and handsome boy.
The young man's sharp-jointed fingers moved gently on the jade flute, and the moving melody slipped out. The young man closed his eyes. His long eyelashes were thick and thick, and he seemed to be intoxicated in his own music.
Already.
Yi Jiangxue sat on the ground and listened carefully, and even became drunk while listening.
When the sound of the flute stopped, Yi Jiangxue was still immersed in the music. She only felt that the music was ringing in her ears, and it continued for three days.