The cold wind blew slowly, bringing with it the faint fragrance of wintersweet. Taking a deep breath, you immediately felt refreshed.

In front of the window pane, a yellow fallen leaf fell slowly like a flying butterfly. Murong Qianqian subconsciously stretched out her hand, and the leaf was spread out in the palm of her hand.

She smiled softly, pursed her red lips and took a breath, and the leaves immediately swirled and fell down, "It's so beautiful, like an elf~"

She laughed heartily, and the sound like silver bells gradually drifted away with the wind, and then a melodious flute sounded slowly, as if to cater to the crisp laughter.

At first, the sound of the flute was as light and silent as snowflakes falling to the ground, making people mistakenly think it was just an illusion caused by the rustling wind, but gradually it became clearer and clearer, as if it was echoing in the ears.

Murong Qianqian followed the sound and saw a person sitting on the roof not far away, but because he was far away and the person was sitting sideways, he couldn't see his face clearly.

However, judging from the purple robe and long hair held up by ribbons, he should be a man, and he is also a man with a great figure.

Due to the wind, the man's robe was blown wildly and flew, turning into a graceful wild goose in the wind, which was really cool.

His hair was very black, and fell down to his waist as smoothly as seaweed, but it was very docile and did not dance messily due to the cold wind.

Looking at the man from a distance, Murong Qianqian always felt that the man's back was very familiar. She recalled them one by one in her heart, and suddenly remembered the handsome guy who saved her in the latrine last time.

"Hey, that~handsome guy, handsome guy~" Murong Qianqian waved towards the man and shouted loudly.

Hearing the call, the flute player turned around slowly. Sure enough, it was the man who looked like a sun god that day. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his bright smile instantly made the sunset lose its brilliance.

"Sir, it is indeed you~ We are really destined to be together. Are you walking here again today?" Murong Qianqian greeted him warmly.

But - the young master only heard two words clearly, his feet trembled and he almost rolled off the roof, and his bright smiling face also twitched twice.

Damn, he’s not bad, why can’t he? He can do anything!

It's just that this time Murong Qianqian really meant "walk" instead of "no", so, sir, you are really angry and aggrieved.

The young master took a deep breath, flipped the jade with his nimble fingers, put the jade flute into his sleeve, then tiptoed, and flew over like a wild goose.

"Wow, Young Master's Qinggong is really amazing~" Murong Qianqian looked at the man standing in front of her and couldn't help but raise her finger in admiration.

The young master smiled lightly, raised his hand and patted Murong Qianqian's head warmly, then walked around her and sat on the chair, "Girl, please don't call me young master. My name is Leng Sha. You must have heard of it, right?"

"

Murong Qianqian shook her head, "No, are you famous?"

Leng Sha looked in disbelief. As the queen of Xuanying, she didn't know who Leng Sha was. This was incredible, but it wasn't necessarily bad to think about it.

When Murong Qianqian saw that he was silent, she smiled and said: "Let me tell you, your name is really unpleasant. You are obviously a sunny and cheerful man, so why do you have the surname Leng?"

Just a single word sounds like the god of death, gloomy~ Well, let’s call you Xiao Leng, Xiao Leng, are you an orphan, so you picked a name that your father doesn’t love and your mother doesn’t love you?”

Xiao Leng?

Hearing this, Leng Sha's cheek twitched. Should he be happy or sad about this title? Forget it, at least he is no longer a young master, which proves that the relationship has taken a step forward.

Then, he asked with a smile: "I don't know how to call the girl. It's impossible to be so affectionate every time we meet, right?"

Murong Qianqian felt that a man with such a warm smile should not be a bad person, not to mention that he had saved her once again, so she sat down with a smile and said: "Well, just call me Qianqian."

"Qianqian~" Leng Sha murmured faintly.

Qianqian, Murong Qianqian, how could he not know who she is? This name has been read thousands of times in his heart and has been deeply engraved in his heart.

It's a pity that she is Xuanyuan Yao's queen, not him... But it doesn't matter, as long as he wants anything Leng Sha can't get.

"Xiao Leng, what's the name of the tune you just played? It sounds very nice~" Murong Qianqian studied acting, but she still has a lot of research on music. The tune Leng Sha just played was very ups and downs, with ups and downs.

"No name~" Leng Sha turned the jade flute in his hand carelessly and said with a smile: "I just played it out of interest. Qianqian likes it very much?"

"I like it~ I didn't expect you, Xiao Leng, to be a musical genius. I'll compose a few more songs when I have time. I'll help you listen to them when you have time." Murong Qianqian smiled so hard that she couldn't even see her teeth, and her stomach started to tremble.

Calculate.

It's great. I didn't expect to meet a genius-level composer here. Well, she has to find ways to get this guy to write more songs. Maybe he can become famous in Xuanying in the future.

But Leng Sha felt a little hurt secretly in his heart. Just now he was Xiao Leng, but now he is a sister. It seems that she, a little woman, actually treats him as a child.

"Qianqian, I'm a little thirsty~ Can I ask you for a cup of tea?" Leng Sha began to change the subject.

Murong Qianqian immediately snapped her fingers, "Okay, Xiang Mo will serve tea~" After saying that, she realized that she hadn't heard Xiang Mo say a word since Leng Sha entered the room.

When he glanced around, he found that the girl was squatting in the corner and sleeping soundly, with her saliva flowing all over the floor.

"Xiang Mo~" Murong Qianqian shouted at the top of her lungs, "I'm not even asleep, you're sleeping on me, get up quickly and make tea for Xiao Leng~"

But - Xiang Mo didn't react at all, but turned sideways and leaned in the corner, sleeping even more soundly.

Leng Sha was startled by Murong Qianqian's lion roar from the east of the river. He plucked his ears with his fingers and then said with a smile: "Forget it, it's okay. Did Qianqian drink this tea? I'll leave it at that~"

Murong Qianqian was so fascinated by his smile that when she realized what she was doing, he had already finished the tea in one gulp, "Um, Xiao Leng, this tea...you drank it~"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I violated you, but I was really thirsty just now, Qianqian won't be angry, right?" Leng Sha said apologetically, but he was happy in his heart.

The tea was so fragrant just now, with a faint feminine scent. He felt that when his lips touched the tea cup, it was like kissing Murong Qianqian's lips.

At this moment, Murong Qianqian looked at the cup of tea with a confused expression. She didn't know whether she should say that the cup of tea was actually not tea, but mouthwash. The cold wind blew slowly, bringing with it the faint fragrance of wintersweet.

Taking a deep breath, you immediately feel refreshed.

In front of the window pane, a yellow fallen leaf fell slowly like a flying butterfly. Murong Qianqian subconsciously stretched out her hand, and the leaf was spread out in the palm of her hand.

She smiled softly, pursed her red lips and took a breath, and the leaves immediately swirled and fell down, "It's so beautiful, like an elf~"

She laughed heartily, and the sound like silver bells gradually drifted away with the wind, and then a melodious flute sounded slowly, as if to cater to the crisp laughter.

At first, the sound of the flute was as light and silent as snowflakes falling to the ground, making people mistakenly think it was just an illusion caused by the rustling wind, but gradually it became clearer and clearer, as if it was echoing in the ears.

Murong Qianqian followed the sound and saw a person sitting on the roof not far away, but because he was far away and the person was sitting sideways, he couldn't see his face clearly.

However, judging from the purple robe and long hair held up by ribbons, he should be a man, and he is also a man with a great figure.

Due to the wind, the man's robe was blown wildly and flew, turning into a graceful wild goose in the wind, which was really cool.

His hair was very black, and fell down to his waist as smoothly as seaweed, but it was very docile and did not dance messily due to the cold wind.

Looking at the man from a distance, Murong Qianqian always felt that the man's back was very familiar. She recalled them one by one in her heart, and suddenly remembered the handsome guy who saved her in the latrine last time.

"Hey, that~handsome guy, handsome guy~" Murong Qianqian waved towards the man and shouted loudly.

Hearing the call, the flute player turned around slowly. Sure enough, it was the man who looked like a sun god that day. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his bright smile instantly made the sunset lose its brilliance.

"Sir, it is indeed you~ We are really destined to be together. Are you walking here again today?" Murong Qianqian greeted him warmly.

But - the young master only heard two words clearly, his feet trembled and he almost rolled off the roof, and his bright smiling face also twitched twice.

Damn, he’s not bad, why can’t he? He can do anything!

It's just that this time Murong Qianqian really meant "walk" instead of "no", so, sir, you are really angry and aggrieved.

The young master took a deep breath, flipped the jade with his nimble fingers, put the jade flute into his sleeve, then tiptoed, and flew over like a wild goose.

"Wow, Young Master's Qinggong is really amazing~" Murong Qianqian looked at the man standing in front of her and couldn't help but raise her finger in admiration.

The young master smiled lightly, raised his hand and patted Murong Qianqian's head warmly, then walked around her and sat on the chair, "Girl, please don't call me young master. My name is Leng Sha. You must have heard of it, right?"

"

Murong Qianqian shook her head, "No, are you famous?"

Leng Sha looked in disbelief. As the queen of Xuanying, she didn't know who Leng Sha was. This was incredible, but it wasn't necessarily bad to think about it.

When Murong Qianqian saw that he was silent, she smiled and said: "Let me tell you, your name is really unpleasant. You are obviously a sunny and cheerful man, so why do you have the surname Leng?"

Just a single word sounds like the god of death, gloomy~ Well, let’s call you Xiao Leng, Xiao Leng, are you an orphan, so you picked a name that your father doesn’t love and your mother doesn’t love you?”

Xiao Leng?

Hearing this, Leng Sha's cheek twitched. Should he be happy or sad about this title? Forget it, at least he is no longer a young master, which proves that the relationship has taken a step forward.

Then, he asked with a smile: "I don't know how to call the girl. It's impossible to be so affectionate every time we meet, right?"

Murong Qianqian felt that a man with such a warm smile should not be a bad person, not to mention that he had saved her once again, so she sat down with a smile and said: "Well, just call me Qianqian."

"Qianqian~" Leng Sha murmured faintly.

Qianqian, Murong Qianqian, how could he not know who she is? This name has been read thousands of times in his heart and has been deeply engraved in his heart.

It's a pity that she is Xuanyuan Yao's queen, not him... But it doesn't matter, as long as he wants anything Leng Sha can't get.

"Xiao Leng, what's the name of the tune you just played? It sounds very nice~" Murong Qianqian studied acting, but she still has a lot of research on music. The tune Leng Sha just played was very ups and downs, with ups and downs.

"No name~" Leng Sha turned the jade flute in his hand carelessly and said with a smile: "I just played it out of interest. Qianqian likes it very much?"

"I like it~ I didn't expect you, Xiao Leng, to be a musical genius. I'll compose a few more songs when I have time. I'll help you listen to them when you have time." Murong Qianqian smiled so hard that she couldn't even see her teeth, and her stomach started to tremble.

Calculate.

It's great. I didn't expect to meet a genius-level composer here. Well, she has to find ways to get this guy to write more songs. Maybe he can become famous in Xuanying in the future.

But Leng Sha felt a little hurt secretly in his heart. Just now he was Xiao Leng, but now he is a sister. It seems that she, a little woman, actually treats him as a child.

"Qianqian, I'm a little thirsty~ Can I ask you for a cup of tea?" Leng Sha began to change the subject.

Murong Qianqian immediately snapped her fingers, "Okay, Xiang Mo will serve tea~" After saying that, she realized that she hadn't heard Xiang Mo say a word since Leng Sha entered the room.

When he glanced around, he found that the girl was squatting in the corner and sleeping soundly, with her saliva flowing all over the floor.

"Xiang Mo~" Murong Qianqian shouted at the top of her lungs, "I'm not even asleep, you're sleeping on me, get up quickly and make tea for Xiao Leng~"

But - Xiang Mo didn't react at all, but turned sideways and leaned in the corner, sleeping even more soundly.

Leng Sha was startled by Murong Qianqian's lion roar from the east of the river. He plucked his ears with his fingers and then said with a smile: "Forget it, it's okay. Did Qianqian drink this tea? I'll leave it at that~"

Murong Qianqian was so fascinated by his smile that when she realized what she was doing, he had already finished the tea in one gulp, "Um, Xiao Leng, this tea...you drank it~"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I violated you, but I was really thirsty just now, Qianqian won't be angry, right?" Leng Sha said apologetically, but he was happy in his heart.

The tea was so fragrant just now, with a faint feminine scent. He felt that when his lips touched the tea cup, it was like kissing Murong Qianqian's lips.
Chapter completed!