Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 399

Behind the tree, Mo Jinluo's teeth itch with hatred.

His Royal Highness, this is another secluded stream path for Mo Xiaowan.

Although this kind of instrument is not elegant, it will definitely be refreshing when you are running for the princess.

Although she can't become a crown princess, what if the empress dowager is pleasing to the eye and appoints a good concubine?
She thought Xuanyuan woke up and was about to turn out.

As a result, the voice of His Royal Highness floated over.

"Stop, don't move!"

Mo Jinluo thought he had been discovered, and was so frightened that he almost stopped breathing.

Finally, through the gap between the trees, Xuanyuan Xing was seen holding a lantern, gently helping Mo Xiaowan to remove the fallen leaves from his head.

"Xiao Wan, there is a leaf on your head, this is for Brother Xing."

Then, Mo Xiaowan turned and went back to the front courtyard, Xuanyuan Xing also held up the lantern and disappeared into the night.

After making sure everyone was gone, Ouyang Xue and Mo Jinluo turned out from behind the tree.

Ouyang Xue stared at Mo Xiaowan's yard, gritted her teeth: "Jin Luo, you must not let that little bastard get away with it."

"Sister Xue, don't worry."

Mo Jinluo snorted contemptuously: "With her, do you want to be a princess? Dream it! She doesn't know anything about the skill of playing the piano. Sister Xue ordered someone to find the one named Huluxiao. Slap her in the face at the concubine banquet."

Mo Xiaowan didn't know that he was hated by others.

With the gourd flute in hand, it feels like a world away.

Unexpectedly, such an inconspicuous gadget would be collected by Xuanyuan Xing one day and delivered to her.

This is a very close feeling. Everything in the previous life is too far away. Holding the gourd flute portrait, I found a distant memory.

After several days in a row, after returning from the academy, Mo Xiaowan locked himself in the room, and put aside the music scores given by Xuanyuan Xing, relying on his distant memory, he recalled those music scores from his previous life.

Her favorite song "Deep in the Bamboo Forest" slowly leaked out from the Xiao hole.

That kind of feeling is like the morning sun rising, the sunlight shines on her body through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, and all she breathes is the fragrance of bamboo.

That fresh feeling seems to spread to the limbs through the pores.

She enjoys this kind of time very much, so she becomes more and more skillful at playing, and her music becomes more and more beautiful.

Even Mo Qianxie, who lived next door, was startled, unknowingly crossed the yard, and pushed open her door.

Mo Xiaowan was disturbed by the uninvited guest, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and he rolled his eyes in displeasure: "What's the matter?"

"I really can't see that our little girl can do this."

Mo Qianxie's long hair was loose, and she was wearing a loose robe. Mo Xiaowan thought it must be a pajamas.

Although this evildoer is really handsome, to be honest, he has already PKed her Uncle Xuanyuan in terms of appearance.

But is it really good to run around in pajamas like this?
Mo Xiaowan gave him a disgusted look.

Mo Qianxie didn't care about it, and raised his eyebrows: "Practice hard, do you want to participate in the selection of the princess?"

"This kind of musical instrument in a remote place seems to be a little bit of a jade, and it is not as good as the Guqin."

Mo Qianxie seemed to be juggling, with an extra book in his hand, he threw it towards Mo Xiaowan.

"Next, if there is anything you don't understand, come and ask brother, a piece of music can amaze you, and you must be the princess."

Holding the book, Mo Xiaowan felt it was hot, and waved his sleeves in disgust: "You must be sick! Who said I will be a princess?"

"My thoughts are hidden deep enough!"

Mo Qianxie seemed to understand her very well: "My brother doesn't want you to be trapped in the deep palace, but if it's what you want, as long as there is Xueshanwu, no one will make you feel wronged wherever you are."

(End of this chapter)