Dressed like a loser and went to raise a baby

Chapter 701 Do You Remember
After closing her eyes and listening, Leng Luoyue opened her eyes again. The music changed. The voice changed from brisk and melodious to sad and sad. However, such a sad and sad music seemed very familiar to her, as if she had heard it somewhere. .

She frowned and recalled the times she had heard the sound of Xiao since she was a child. What was certain was that this piece of music was not something she had heard before she read the book.

Either before or after, the musicians will only play the flute during palace banquets. Such music will never be played at palace banquets.

Where have you heard that?

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she remembered that she had heard this piece of music in the palace.

Because she suddenly heard it, she was particularly concerned about it and couldn't ignore it, so she kept tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep, which made her a little irritable, and she followed the sound of the whistle to find the flute player.

Then she saw Feng Chengjue who looked like a banished immortal under the moonlight in the pavilion of Lake Star in the palace.

Now when she recalled Fengcheng Jue's appearance at that time, she felt very Jue.

She actually heard the music that Feng Chengjue had played in the valley. Could it be that Fengcheng Jue was at the bottom of the mountain?

Thinking of this possibility, Leng Luoyue immediately stood up and looked to the southwest. The towering mountains blocked her sight.

"Little kitten, mother is going down the mountain and will be up soon." She lowered her head and looked at her precious son sitting on the grass, teasing little Baibai with dogtail grass.

"What are you doing down the mountain?" The little cat raised its red face, and Xiao Baibai grabbed the dog's tail grass with both hands.

Leng Luoyue pursed her lips and said, "Look who is playing the flute."

Mao Mao'er frowned lightly, "Is it because the blowing sounds ugly?"

"Why do you ask that?" Leng Luoyue was a little surprised.

Xiaomao'er's thick and long eyelashes fanned, "Isn't it because the flute player sounds so unpleasant that my mother wants to go down to find the flute player and block his mouth?"

When I stayed in an inn before, there was a man in the inn who stayed up late at night and sang in the room. His singing was very ugly. Although they couldn't hear it clearly, my mother could hear it very clearly.

My mother was so unhappy that she couldn't sleep, so she went to find the man and blocked his mouth.

The corners of Leng Luoyue's eyes twitched. She knew that what she had done in the past made Xiaomao'er realize this. That's why when she heard that she was going to go down the mountain to find the flute player, she thought it was the flute player who played the flute very well. It was so unpleasant that she had to gag her.

"It's really not the case this time. I'll be up soon. If I'm not back by the time of dinner, ask Caiwei to leave some food for me."

"Yeah." Xiaomao'er nodded and watched his mother break through the formation and go down the mountain.

Leng Luoyue's song changed again on her way down the mountain. When she came out of the cave, she followed the sound of the whistle and climbed the mountain for a while. She followed the traces of trampled grass and trees all the way to find two people with their backs to her, wearing smart clothes and broad shoulders. A man with thin shoulders and waist.

She looked at the figure and saw that they were the two guards who had been with Feng Chengjue before.

"Who?" Feng Qing felt something moving behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw Concubine Leng, who was wearing a green gown and tied her black hair like a ponytail on her head with a silk belt. She was startled.

Concubine Leng did not change her appearance today. Although she was dressed as a man, she still looked as beautiful as ever, just a little more sassy, ​​but one could tell at a glance that she was a woman.

"Who is it?" Feng Ming also turned around immediately and was startled when he saw the man behind him. This man looked familiar.

Seeing that she had been discovered, Leng Luoyue smiled friendly at the two of them. They were Fengcheng Jue's personal guards, and naturally they were also people he trusted, so she was not afraid of being recognized by them without makeup.

Fengqing's mouth moved, but he didn't know how to address Concubine Leng at the moment, so he just bowed his hands.

When Feng Ming saw Feng Qing saluting the man who was even more handsome than the prince, he was a little confused. He nudged Feng Qing with his elbow and said in a low voice: "If you know him, just salute."

Fengqing raised his head helplessly and glanced at Fengming as if he were looking at a fool.Toyoaki: That look again.

Leng Luoyue smiled and nodded, tilted her body and looked behind the two of them, and saw Feng Cheng Jue, who was wearing white clothes and playing a jade flute on the opposite peak.

His back was straight, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was very focused on the wind. The mountain breeze made his clothes flutter, like an immortal about to ride the wind back.

This scene is truly stunning, and it is a beautiful scene that will go down in history in film and television dramas.

Seeing Concubine Leng looking at the prince, Feng Qing took Feng Ming's hand and stood aside to make way.

Leng Luoyue took a few steps forward, and there was no one else in sight. There were only Dufeng, Qingshan, blue sky and Fengcheng Jue. This picture looked even more pleasing to the eye.

She put her hands behind her back, enjoying the melodious and melodious sound of the whistle, and wondering why Fengcheng Jue came so far to play the flute on this single peak.

Could it be that playing in such an environment brings more artistic conception, in order to pursue the ultimate art?

She thinks it is probably because of this. After all, there have been many great artists since ancient times. In order to play or play the best music, they would choose to play on the top of the mountains, under the waterfalls, between the clear waters, and in the mountains and forests. Play or play.

Because the environment changes, the mood will change with the environment, and the music played under different moods will also be different.

With Feng Chengjue's flute-playing skills, even in modern times, he would have to be an artist.

After playing the song, Feng Chengjue's cheeks were a little sore, so he did not continue to play, but opened his eyes and looked at the green mountains in front of him.

"Papa..." Leng Luoyue applauded Feng Chengjue vigorously.

Well played, really well played. There must be applause here.

Being so far away, Fengcheng could never hear the applause, but he seemed to feel something and raised his eyes to look over.

Fengqing: The prince’s eyes must have lit up.

Feng Chengjue's eyes lit up, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes. Ah Yue not only heard his cry, but also came to look for him.

He stretched out his hands, tapped his toes to raise his breath, held the jade flute in his hand, and flew towards Leng Luoyue opposite.

The corners of his mouth were raised, revealing his white teeth, and his heart was filled with joy. He had never been so happy in his life as he was today.

Soon, Feng Chengjue fell in front of Leng Luoyue.

He closed his lips, the smile on his face not diminishing, "Why are you down?"

Fengming frowned: Does the prince know this man too?
Sister Wang was a little too happy to see her. To be honest, the prince's smile was so priceless. It was the first time that he saw the prince look so happy.

"I heard the whistle, and I thought it sounded familiar. When I thought about it carefully, I thought you had played it before, and I wondered if it could be you, so I went down the mountain to look for you. It was really you! The blowing was still very nice." Leng Luo Yue Chong Feng Cheng Jue gave a thumbs up.

Feng Chengjue lowered his head and smiled, "I didn't expect you still remember."

Leng Luoyue said casually: "You played so well, how could I forget."

She just said a casual greeting, but it made Feng Chengjue's heart agitate and made waves.

(End of this chapter)