Chapter 97 (1/2)

Shore, a simple, as if with the surrounding scenery of the pier appeared. The flower boat is getting closer.

When the boat stops steadily, Shao pangzi gets off the boat first.

Then, mu Qingge also stepped on the mud covered with pink fallen flowers.

A group of warblers, yingying and Yanyan, came to the shore one after another with food boxes and wine utensils. He followed the two dandies of Luodu and went to the depths of peach blossom forest.

After walking along the winding path for a while, suddenly, a faint sound came.

The music was like clouds in the sky and fog in the mountains. It was very unpredictable.

Involuntarily, Mu light song because of the faint familiarity in the heart, toward the place where the piano sounds.

Shao pangzi and others can only follow.

Peach blossom everywhere charming eyes, only blame the body in the forest.

After a while in the dense peach blossom forest, muqingge came out of the dense forest and came to an open land. The music seems to be in the ear, and the scene into the eyes, but let her eyes shrink.

”It's him!”

……

Pink peach blossom, falling in the forest, dancing with the wind.

It's a rare open place. It turns out to be an octagonal pavilion.

In the pavilion, the incense burner curls, and the smoke is like silk. A tall yellow figure sat cross legged and played the piano. His ink hair was not tied, but moved by the wind.

Scattered petals, sometimes kissing his hair, sometimes falling between the strings.

Because of the movement of fingertips, the broad sleeve robe brushes the piano surface from time to time, as if touching the lover's face.

White skin without blood color, beautiful facial features, as if this fairy in the peach blossom forest, it is difficult to move one's eyes.

But it seems to be very fragile, afraid that the wild wind in the forest will blow him to pieces.

”Virtuous king!”

Mu light song in the heart slightly surprised.

She didn't expect to meet him again here.

Three times before and after the meeting, this quiet as if stagnant water, no waves of the man, all brought her a kind of unspeakable feeling. He seems so fragile that he needs the protection of all people, and he seems to be refusing to let others go thousands of miles away.

He lives in the world, but it seems that he has already gone by the wind.

In him, moqingge can not find a trace of the breath that a living person should have. He was said to be a puppet, but he was pitied and unwilling to hurt.

It's just His identity.

Mu light song eyes dark dark. She did not forget that the man in front of her was the son of the emperor of Qin. Qin Jinchen, who was called a virtuous king, was not favored.

King of virtue, king of leisure.