Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 139
Eight years ago, Jiangnan Weicheng.

Weicheng used to be one of the most elegant cities in the south of the Yangtze River, and it has always been a topic of interest among wandering travelers. In their narratives, Weicheng represents prosperity, abundance and music.There are the best taverns, the fastest horses, and the best musicians.But Guanyue Villa is the most incompatible place in Weicheng. Weicheng is very noisy, but it is very quiet there.

It is said that Ye Xingchen, the owner of the villa, just happened to pass through Weicheng during a certain trip, but he was so fascinated by the moon scene in Weicheng that he couldn't bear to leave. He built a villa called "Moon Viewing" here and stayed there. .

This is a very elegant statement, but Feng Lingjue has never seen Ye Xingchen admire the moon, he just dances his sword every night under the moonlight, and dances sword madly in the yard without saying a word.At times like this, Feng Lingjue would be very scared, for no reason.

She had no parents since she was a child, Ye Xingchen taught her to read and practice swords, but rarely talked to her.She called Master Ye Xingchen, but Ye Xingchen called her Miss.

One day, Ye Xingchen left suddenly and left without a sound. One month later, when Feng Lingjue thought that he might never come back, he finally came back and brought a shabby clothes juvenile.

Although the clothes are shabby, his eyes are as bright as Beichen.

The boy's name is Wei Luoli.

Feng Lingluo rarely stepped out of his yard, and Wei Luoli never came to bother him.The two of them spent more than half a year in peace like this.

But one day, when Feng Lingluo was playing the piano, she noticed a musical sound coming from outside the window, playing with her. At first, she thought it was her disciple, but then she opened the window and looked out, only to find that the boy had changed. Wearing shabby clothes, dressed in white like snow, sitting on the eaves, blowing the leaves leisurely towards the south, his eyes seemed to be looking at a place far, far away.

"What are you looking at?" Feng Lingluo spoke to the boy for the first time.

"I'm looking at my home." The boy answered her like this.

Feng Lingluo was stunned: "Is your home also in Nanjue?"

"Yes, my home is in Nanjue." The boy put away the leaves, "I will go back one day."

The moonlight in Weicheng is actually really beautiful.The young man sat on the eaves, looking up at the moonlight, but thought of a poem for no reason: Lu Cong is white tonight, and the moon is the brightness of my hometown.

However, he suddenly heard the poem in his mind being recited out of his mind. He turned his head and looked in surprise, but Feng Lingjue had already jumped out of the window and stood behind him.With a flowing smile, Feng Lingjue gently sat down beside Wei Luoli.

"Where's your family?" Feng Lingjue asked softly.

"They're all dead." The boy said calmly.

Feng Lingjue was silent for a long time, finally sighed, and said lightly: "Me too."

"Then let's be family from now on."

The young man studied sword hard every day. Even though Ye Xingchen went out more and more days, and often came back two or three times a month, he never slack off. Of course, besides practicing sword every day, he also had to cook and take care of him. This "sister" who popped up out of nowhere.And Feng Ling doesn't like to practice martial arts at all, and only practices piano every day.

Just like this, a whole year passed without any hesitation. I thought this kind of life would last forever, but Feng Lingjue didn't think there was anything wrong with it.But finally one day, Ye Xingchen came back, he said that the last chance finally came, this time he can definitely assassinate the emperor of Nanjue, once the assassination is successful, there will be a coup in the country, and someone will come to pick him up The wind is overwhelming.

The former princess of Nanjue.

So Ye Xingchen left with his sword in hand again, and Wei Luoli also left with him.

But they didn't come back after all, and no one from Nanjue came to pick up Feng Lingjue, only a carriage from Beili Tianqi City stopped at the gate of Guanyue Villa and took Feng Lingjue away.After a month of precarious walking on the road, I came to Baihualou.

It was autumn and it was raining lightly.

The elder sister in Ziyi who greeted her said that the name Feng Lingjue could no longer be used, so let her be called Feng Qiuyu.

The young man and their master disappeared, and Weicheng lost its former momentum after experiencing a flood. People fled away, and Weicheng was soon forgotten.

But Feng Qiuyu remembered all of them.

She walked into the Nuan Pavilion, her eyes were full of autumn water, she looked at the young man in front of her carefully, and then frowned slightly: "You are not him."

Sikong Changfeng was puzzled: "Who is it?"

Feng Qiuyu didn't bother with this topic anymore, but asked again: "Are you from Weicheng?"

Sikong Changfeng was still confused: "Weicheng?"

"Where are you from?" Feng Qiuyu asked again.

Sikong Changfeng thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't remember." He was telling the truth, he had wandered in various cities since he was a child, and he really didn't remember which city he was in at the beginning.

Feng Qiuyu frowned slightly: "Where did you learn the song just now?"

"I don't remember." Sikong Changfeng shook his head again.

"How can you say that you don't remember anything? Do you have a bad memory, or something wrong with your brain?" Feng Qiuyu suddenly became anxious and cursed angrily.

Sikong Changfeng was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly, tried to think back and said: "It should be taught to me by some traveler who traveled with me back then. I wandered in the south of the Yangtze River since I was a child, and this song sounds like a song in the south of the Yangtze River. So I like it very much. I often play it along the way, and just now I heard that the song played by the girl happened to be this song, so I couldn't help playing along with it. If you offend me, please don't be offended."

Feng Qiuyu sighed, and sat down on the chair: "I have an older brother who can also play this tune with leaves. I mistook you for him just now, I was thinking too much."

Sikong Changfeng heard the sadness in Feng Qiuyu's voice, scratched his head: "That girl..."

Feng Qiuyu waved his hand: "You go. I was in a hurry just now, you are not allowed to speak out, it will destroy my image in other people's hearts."

"Girl..." Sikong Changfeng called out again.

Feng Qiuyu raised her head: "What do you keep telling me to do?"

"Actually, I..." Sikong Changfeng grinned, "I've always wanted a younger sister."

No matter how beautiful Feng Qiuyu's eyes are, she can't hide the look in her eyes as if she was looking at a fool.

But Sikong Changfeng continued on his own: "I have been wandering around since I was a child. I never envied others for having parents, but I often envied others for having younger sisters. Because having a younger sister seems to have something to protect. I have always felt that That is something to be very proud of.”

Sikong Changfeng looked towards Feng Qiuyu, his eyes were as bright as Beichen.

Just like the boy back then.

(End of this chapter)