At this moment, Bai Xuan'er only felt that everything seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog. She wanted to take a closer look at what was going on, but she couldn't touch the slightest trace.
Simply, she turned her hands and leaned back, letting her whole body sink deeply into the green grass and flowers. She held a piece of dogtail grass in her mouth and crossed her legs, feeling comfortable.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep
Instead of thinking about these troublesome things, it would be better for her to sleep here peacefully. Anyway, the seventh prince must be having sex with her double on the bed before the sun rises.
You won't find it here for sure
"It seems that I have never had a good and peaceful sleep since I traveled through time. If I don't sleep now, when will I wait? Before the sun rises, I have to rush back to the palace to continue pretending to be the Seventh Prince.
Life is really unbearable..."
While Bai Xuan'er was complaining, she was humming a song in a low voice while holding the dog's tail grass in her mouth. Just humming, her ears suddenly heard the clear and sweet sound of falling stones from a clear spring.
Originally, Bai Xuan'er didn't want to take care of it, but in her ears, there was suddenly a whining and lingering sound of the recorder. Sometimes it was as clear and sweet as big beads falling on a jade plate, and sometimes it seemed like the whining and resentful sound of a cuckoo.
sound
Bai Xuan'er suddenly climbed up from the grass, spit out the dog's tail grass in her mouth, and then took out the jade recorder in her arms. She looked at it for a moment absentmindedly, and her fingers slowly lifted up without her control.
He put it on the recorder and started playing along with the sound of the recorder coming from far away.
At this moment, the breeze slowly blew up the green sea of green grass around it, and the white petals of the maple flower flew up in the wind, sometimes whirling around, and sometimes falling gently on Bai Xuan'er's pink dress standing in the wind.
Her long black hair like a waterfall was flying in the air and falling on her cheeks, making her even more breathtakingly beautiful.
The music gradually became more majestic and melodious at the beginning, as if we were standing on a battlefield with thousands of troops and horses flying and blood flying, and murderous intent everywhere, as if we were walking on thin ice.
Bai Xuan'er's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened at this moment, and a white petal fell on her eyelashes as long as butterfly wings, shaking gently, as if about to fly.