There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 84

The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are shining, and the quiet harem, against the backdrop of the moonlight, seems to be covered with a silver veil, full of tranquility and peace.

As the breeze blows, the leaves of sycamore trees are swaying all around, and the shadows on the ground also change into various postures.In the corridor under the moonlight, a slim figure in white clothes flickered faintly. Looking from a distance, it appeared and disappeared from time to time, adding a sense of mystery.

Suddenly, the sound of a flute came slowly, as if being in a misty dream, intoxicating, as if a hundred flowers bloomed in an instant.

The unique timbre of the flute pervades the corridor, like an idyllic poem, elegant and light, quiet and distant; like a gurgling stream, melodious and crisp, singing softly; and like a rural landscape, without lead or decoration , fresh and natural.The pretty figure in white in the corridor suddenly moved, her body was slightly stiff, and she raised her chin slightly. With a pair of watery and clear eyes, she looked into the depths of the corridor accurately, with amazement.

I couldn't help exclaiming, the sound of the flute is so beautiful, who is playing the flute?

The sound of the flute is quiet, fresh and graceful. When people listen to it, they can't help but be in a resort in the world, like a hundred flowers, butterflies flying and bees dancing, spring water jingling, the mood suddenly brightens, and unconsciously thinks of the beautiful memories of the past.

Unknowingly, Yang Churuo fell into the sound of the flute, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, his heart that has been hurt for many years, suddenly found peace. What flashed through his mind was the sweetness of being with his family scene.

I have to admire, this flute sound is simply the sound of nature, so beautiful, so beautiful, so yearning, Yang Churuo couldn't help but want to find out who the flute player is and how he can play such a beautiful melody.

However, at this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, becoming sad, even the moonlight was covered with a layer of sadness, hiding in the clouds, unwilling to come out.

The sound of the flute is curling up, like complaints like weeping, like threads of silk, each note lingers with infinite reverie and thoughts, and slowly soars up.Unknowingly, Yang Churuo's heart changed with the sound of the flute, and a kind of resonance came out from the heart.

The sympathy of sympathy.

She seemed to be able to feel that the flute players, although outsiders seemed peaceful and peaceful, had deep sorrow and hatred in their hearts, but the reality was so harsh that they had to wear a human skin mask to continue living , fighting.

I don't know if it's because of the sound of the flute, but even if the dream turns back a thousand times, Yang Churuo still can't forget all the insults she suffered on the Lanling Stage, let alone that she once had a caring son, Shang'er...

Thinking of Chang'er, Yang Churuo couldn't help but feel distressed, what a cute and well-behaved child.Since he was born, he has never had a full meal, never had a day of warmth, and has lived under curse and hunger all his life, and died so pitifully.

It's okay to suffer from broken arms twice in life, but it's still fresh and bloody, and it hurts to death.

The sound of the flute faded away, passed through the tree-lined path, passed through the red walls and high tiles, and finally disappeared without a trace. Yang Churuo couldn't recover for a long time.

She reached out to wipe away her tears, but she didn't even know when she cried.

Perhaps, the sound of the flute was too touching, or perhaps, the sound of the flute brought back painful memories deep in her heart, or even more likely, she found a person who shared the same illness as her.

Although she didn't know the story of that person, she could feel that this person was also a lonely person with a cold heart.

Yang Churuo completely forgot that she came out this time to find Gong Yuxiu, and she walked towards the place where the flute was played without knowing it, wanting to see who the flute player was this time.

One step, two steps, three steps, I don't know how many steps, Yang Churuo stopped suddenly in the corridor, and looked at the depths of the corridor in amazement, standing against the wind, the peerless man with fluttering long clothes and flying black hair, his pupils shrank thickly.

What kind of man is that, Yang Churuo searched all the words in his mind and still can't describe it.

(End of this chapter)