Gao Miao whispered: "Your Highness, this is Ji Ruan."
"Ji Ruan?"
"A famous celebrity in the Southern Dynasty. It is said that when he appeared today, it caused a great sensation. Many women from the northern country came to see him. The high priest was almost angry at that time..."
"What happened?"
The prince had a good business accident. In the dark night, there was a very long distance, and it was impossible to see how these people were.
Before the prince could answer, he suddenly heard a music sound. It was the sound of the flute, and it was Ji Ruan. Under the moonlight, he was holding a flute and playing a music he had never heard before.
The tune is gentle and very gentle. People who have experienced the crazy night suddenly became quiet. The mind settled down unknowingly.
Then there was the music from Beiwudang, the familiar Taoist health-preserving music.
Many ministers are familiar with this music, and gradually, it seems that they have gone from one realm to another.
The Priest Adam came over and bowed his hands: "Your Highness, the High Priest, please invite him."
The prince smiled faintly: "Thank you for your kindness, but it's too late, and I'm going to rest."
"Great send to Your Highness."
The rooms outside the temple have always been the place where the princes and nobles live. Although they have been neglected in recent years, after this maintenance, they have been completely renewed and have been filled with princes and nobles.
The prince stepped in and found out that it was the place where he was recuperating from the past.
The high priest's arrangement was a good intention, and he wanted to remind him: At that time, his life was saved by the temple.
He sat down, smiled bitterly, and looked around, and the furnishings were still the same. Suddenly he remembered the white gauze girl who had been in and out here in the past. She had fear in her eyes all day long, and even when she smiled, she could not hide her fear.
Fragrant flakes, fragrant flakes!
With such a big battle, how did the father confront the temple?
He looked at the ceiling, his heart was in a mess.
War is something he does not want to see at all, and it is something that many northerners do not want to see. Behind all this, ordinary people do not realize the hidden crisis!