famous moon

Chapter 323
Coming out of the Fushouyuan, the sky was full of stars, and the cool evening breeze brushed over her shoulders. The night was blurred and there was a faint fragrance floating.

Lin Qinghe was walking alone in the secluded garden, and there was a faint sound of a flute in the night.

The sound of the flute is sometimes melodious and melodious, sometimes low and melancholy, as if the flute player has thousands of lovesickness in his heart, but he can't bear it in the end.

For some reason, when Lin Qinghe heard the sound of the flute, her heart was overwhelmed, and she suddenly had a desire to meet this person, and this desire was very strong.

Lin Qinghe quietly walked to the courtyard wall, shook her hand and shot out the dagger from her sleeve, and firmly nailed it to the wall. With a slight jerk of her body, with the strength of the dagger, the whole person flew lightly onto the wall, and lightly With a light jump, the whole person left the Lin residence.

She flew towards the direction of the flute sound, her hearing and ability to distinguish directions were very keen, even a very small sound, she could distinguish the direction.

The night was dark, the slanting moon hung on the treetops, and some faint mist floated in the air, making the world even more hazy and misty.

But the sound of the flute was far and near, high and low, as if floating from the sky.

Lin Qinghe looked up, and saw not far away, there was a gray shadow flying around in the air, and the sound of the flute was coming from it.

At this time, she realized that the surroundings were actually empty, she didn't know how long she had been flying, and she didn't know where she was now, all she could see was a desolate area, except for trees and rocks.

Lin Qinghe couldn't help becoming vigilant, the sound of the flute seemed to make her lose her mind, and she forgot what she was going to do.

The gray figure suddenly flew down in the air and rushed towards Lin Qinghe. Only then did Lin Qinghe realize that it was a huge Kunpeng bird!
A man in black was sitting on top of the Kunpeng bird, playing the flute. The sound of the flute was a little low and sad.

However, that person's head was covered with a black veil, but he couldn't see his face, not even his eyes.

Lin Qinghe stood there, looking up at the Kunpeng flying in the sky, and couldn't help but read to the sound of the flute: "When I sleep in the rattan bed and paper tent, there are endless good thoughts. The flute sounds three times, the heart of the plum blossoms is startled, so much love for spring. The small wind dredged the rain and blew the ground, and a thousand lines of tears were shed. The person who played the flute went to the empty jade tower, who would he lean on with a broken heart? Individuals can be sent."

Her voice could not help but fluctuate with the flute, especially at the end, when she thought of Huang Zhiyuan who was still soaked in the liquid medicine, she almost choked up.

The two of them, one reciting the words and the other playing the flute, unexpectedly cooperated perfectly.

Lin Qinghe couldn't help looking at the man sitting on the roc again, only to find that his clothes fluttered like a fairy.

The roc gave a long cry, the sound was very clear, piercing the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the roc bird flapped its wings and flew towards her, and the man in black shook out a soft whip from his hand, and flew towards Lin Qinghe.

Lin Qinghe reached out to catch it, and the man exerted a little effort, and Lin Qinghe's body flew up to the roc bird, and sat in the man's arms, but that guy did not behave lewdly at all.

Instead, he lightly moved the flute in his hand to block her waist, while the other hand was placed on her shoulder.

Lin Qinghe looked sideways slightly. They were a pair of very slender hands, very white and beautiful, but they were a pair of men's hands.

Sitting behind her, the one wearing a hat and a layer of black veil on his head was a man, with a faint fragrance of green grass on his body.

Lin Qinghe didn't speak, neither did the man, but Lin Qinghe suddenly thought of someone.

(End of this chapter)