102. Chapter 102 Wei Young has always been obedient and obedient
Aventurine Phoenix looked into her eyes, a trace of amusement flashed in his dark jade-like eyes.
In just a moment, he moved to Xiaoxiao's side, holding her waist with one hand and lifting her chin with the other, "So, if I want to kiss you, will you be happy?"
The gentle breath touched her face, and her cheeks immediately became hot.
"Isn't the Sixth Prince not interested in women?"
She suppressed her inner restlessness and pretended to be calm.
Dong Linghuang chuckled lightly, and slowly moved his beautiful face towards her, "If it is Miss Weiyang, I will be interested."
Xiaoxiao suddenly became nervous. Seeing his face getting closer and closer to her, she became nervous for no reason.
Tilting her head, his lips gently caressed her cheek.
"Why, don't you like me? Why are you evading?"
Dong Linghuang violently let go of her, and in the blink of an eye, he sat back down opposite her.
"If you want to return to Yu Kingdom with me, you must listen to me."
Xiaoxiao's frantic heart gradually calmed down because of his departure, "Weiyang has always been very good and obedient."
Dong Linghuang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
That stunningly beautiful face instantly became dazzling and dazzlingly beautiful.
"Very good, then, now I want you to sing the song you sang that night to me again."
Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and pointed at the jade flute in his hand, "Can the Sixth Prince play the flute to accompany Wei Young?"
Aventurine Phoenix picked up the jade flute and said, "Why not?"
The sound of the flute started first, and the low sound of the flute gradually became lower and higher along with Xiaoxiao's soft voice. After the song ended, Xiaoxiao's thoughts still lingered on the sound of the flute just now.
"The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn. On a bright moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute."
Xiaoyaozi's poem couldn't help but flow out of his mouth. Seeing Donglinghuang's expression startled, his face turned red at first, "Haha, this poem doesn't suit the occasion. It's broad daylight now, haha."
"On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beauty be taught how to play the flute?" Donglinghuang murmured to himself, a hint of sadness suddenly appeared in his dark jade-like eyes.