Mistakenly provoked a black-bellied junior brother

Chapter 493 Teach me to play the flute
Zhi Shan gently raised his hand, only to see a faint blue light flashing past in his white and slender palm, and in an instant, there was a jasper flute lying in his palm.

"This flute...was it made by you with your internal strength?" Hua Weiluo looked at the green flute in his palm curiously, only to see that it was emerald green, shining with a warm luster in the sun, as clear as Able to drip water in general.

"En." Zhishan nodded, looking at Hua Weiluo with deep eyes, parted her thin lips, and asked softly, "What do you want to hear?"

"Uh...I..." Hua Weiluo paused, tilted her head to think about it, and then said with a smile, "As long as my junior brother blows it up, I like it."

Zhishan's pale pink lips were slightly raised, and a bright light shone in his eyes.

He thought for a moment, and then put the jasper flute to his lips, and a melodious and melodious flute sounded out immediately.

The unique timbre of the flute spreads in this small courtyard, like an idyllic poem, elegant and light, quiet and distant; Scenery, without decorations, pure and natural.

The sound of the flute is floating in the air, the notes are tactful, and the beautiful rhythm spreads to Hua Weiluo's ears, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes melodious, sometimes passionate, and sometimes low-pitched.

The beautiful sound of the flute seems to put Hua Weiluo in a beautiful dream, feeling so intoxicated, as if the whole heart is filled with flowers in an instant, the sound of the flute plucks the wind strings, and the fragrance of flowers on the other side dances gracefully , up and down, or up and down, gently drifting past the ears, overflowing the heart.

At the end of the song, the flowers are still immersed in the beautiful notes of the flute, and they haven't recovered for a long time.

Zhi Shan didn't speak, just sat there quietly watching Hua Weiluo, her small figure was reflected in a pair of deep pupils.

"Little Junior Brother..."

After a long time, Hua Weiluo raised his head, looked at Zhishan's delicate and handsome face with eyes as clear as water, and murmured: "It's so good... You can play so well, but you still Say you only know a little bit??"

There was a beautiful smile on the corner of Zhishan's lips, and he said, "Just as long as you like it."

"Hmm..." Hua Weiluo thought for a while, and then begged him: "Why don't you teach me to play the flute, and when the time comes, I'll go on stage and play a song for them like you, it's so shocking. Time to get No.1, Grandpa must be happy!"

"No."

Almost subconsciously, Zhishan refused her.

If she gets No.1, the emperor will marry Hua Weiluo...

"Why not??" Hua Weiluo looked at Zhishan suspiciously, thought for a while, and then begged him with a pair of red lips: "Do you think that after listening to the song I sang just now, look at Zhishan?" After learning the dance I danced, I feel that I have no artistic talent?? It’s okay, although I don’t have talent, but I work hard enough, as long as you teach me, I will definitely learn it seriously!!”

"..." Zhishan didn't speak, and after hesitating for a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to learn?"

"Yeah!" Hua Weiluo nodded vigorously.

"Okay, then use your internal force to transform into a flute first." Zhishan put the jasper flute back in his palm, and a blue light flashed.

(End of this chapter)