Chapter 23: This is really a fairy descended from the world
After lunch, Mo Yan sat on the big stone next to the stream in the courtyard, holding a Yuxiao and playing quietly.
The free and unrestrained, melodious music makes people feel clear and clear. Everything in the world is just a chaotic gesture and a cloud of smoke.
I don’t know when it began to drizzle, and the light misty rain enveloped the white clothes. Willow branches were fluttering, and plum blossoms were falling next to them. These plum blossoms were carefully cultivated by Mu Feng, and they can bloom even in this season.
But what Mu Feng didn't know was that while Mo Yan liked the plum blossoms falling, he also felt a little resentful. Mo Yan was looking forward to the plum blossoms falling on the tree and leaving here to go away freely.
The fallen flower is independent, and the swift swallows fly together. When people see the person playing the flute under the mist and rain, they can't help but think of this sentence. People are blinded and cannot bear to blaspheme, but they are afraid that this fairy-like appearance will be erratic and leave.
"This is really an immortal coming to earth," the person on the side interrupted Mo Yan before Mo Yan could finish playing the whole piece. He really couldn't bear to listen to it any more. If he listened any more, he really felt that he would rush up and kill Mo Yan.
Hug Mo Yan tightly and don’t let Mo Yan fly away
The person listening to the music was not Mu Feng, but Mu Jin. As a laid-back prince, Mu Jin liked to run to Mo Yan when he had nothing to do. Didn’t he know that Mu Feng was not here?! So he ran away again
In front of Mo Yan
"It's just that it's better to play this kind of music less often." This music should only exist in heaven and can be heard a few times in the world, but in Mo Yan's case, it's better not to have it, Mu Jin thought in her heart
When Mo Yan was playing the music, she felt that someone was beside her, but in the eyes of everyone, she was just a useless proton, so why did she bother to point it out?
"Okay?" Mo Yan slowly put down the jade flute, uttered only one word in his mouth, and then looked down at the jade flute in his hand.
Mu Jin followed Mo Yan's eyes and looked at the jade flute in Mo Yan's hand. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he looked carefree.
"It seems that the emperor is really kind to you, giving you such a precious jade flute," Mu Jin chuckled. It is said that Mr. Xue is a peerless man. He has a jade flute in his hand, and there are two jade flutes in the world.
Xiao, one is a black jade flute to listen to the wind, the other is a jade flute to listen to the snow
The Mo Yu Xiao Ting Feng was in Mr. Xue’s hands, and now the Bi Yu Xiao Ting Xue was in Mo Yan’s hands, which made Mu Jin couldn’t help but sigh.
If this jade flute hadn't been different, if Mu Jin hadn't known that Mo Yan had been acting as a hostage, otherwise he would have really thought that the person who almost flew away on the wind was Mr.