Mingyue's palm reached out in time to catch the meat that fell from her fingers.
That movement was so fast and natural that no one noticed, not even Mo Li.
Her attention was all on the young man playing the flute.
Nangong Xiao stood up, trotted to the side of the young man playing the flute, said a few words, and the two of them walked towards the bonfire together.
The young man is tall, half a head taller than Nangong Xiao.
The black Beiyuan was put on his body obediently, showing off his strong figure. The hood of the cloak was raised to cover most of his face, leaving only a smooth and beautiful chin and a thin lip.
"I've met Mr. Mo!"
Stopping side by side with Nangong Xiao, the young man named Yi Yang raised his hand and took off the hood on his face, bowing slightly to Li Moli.
Li Qiye's eyes stayed on him, and the moment he raised his hand to take off his hood, her breathing became tight.
Then, she saw his face clearly.
His face looked very pale as if he had not seen the sun for a long time.
His facial features are not as delicate as Ming Yue's, but his eyebrows are straight and his eyes are deep, with deep and clear lines. His lips are not as pink as Ming Yue's, but as red as blood, which contrasts sharply with his slightly pale face.
His hair color is gray-black like an eagle's feathers, and his eyes are different from others, with straight eyebrows and crystal yellow eyes as sharp as an eagle.
The moment she saw his appearance clearly, Mo Li felt mixed emotions in his heart.
That's not Yi Yang's face.
Although the Yi Yang in his memory was not as exquisite as Mingyue, he was still extremely handsome, with black hair and black eyes. His appearance and temperament were very different from the young man in front of him.
"We are all classmates, there is no need to be so formal, sit down!" Mo Li raised his chin towards the empty seat next to him.
The moment she saw the other person's appearance clearly, she was disappointed but also calmed down a little.
"Thank you, sir!" Yi Yang thanked him politely, and then sat down not far from her.
"Is Young Master Yi from Chang'an?!" Li Li asked casually.
"I'm from the northwest, half Ulan blood!" Yi Yang responded eloquently.
"No wonder your hair color and eye color are different from ours!" A student across from the campfire sighed,
Yi Yang smiled, "Probably because of my mother, I was born like this!"
Li Qiye stared at his side face without any trace, "Where did you learn that piece of music?!"
Previously in the palace, she temporarily combined part of Beethoven's "Moonlight Symphony" with Zhuge Zhi's "Breaking Clouds". People of this era probably don't know this piece of music.
Maybe he, like her, traveled through time to a body that was not his own?!
Although the other person's appearance was different from Yi Yang's, Mo Li still refused to give up.
Yi Yang turned around and met her searching eyes, "Young Master Mo probably doesn't know yet, but since you performed an amazing song in the palace that day, this song "Moonlight" has already spread throughout Chang'an City. I also accidentally
You learn it by hearing it!”
"That's it!" Li Qiye withdrew his gaze and stared at the dancing bonfire.
There was unconcealable disappointment and melancholy in his tone.
"Yes!" Yi Yang laughed, "otherwise, how could I be born with this tune!"
"That's right. Who can do it naturally?" Li Li nodded lightly.
Beside, Ming Yue frowned slightly.
Holding her wrist, he spoke in a low voice, "It's getting late, it's time to rest!"