279 Playing the flute in the lotus pond, is this a temptation?
When the eunuch separated her from the maid, Feng Qingchen guessed that Uncle Nine Emperors wanted to see her alone, so when the carriage drove to the lotus pond, Feng Qingchen was not surprised.
"Fengxiu, we're here."
Through an arch, the carriage stopped outside: "Fengxiu"
The servant signaled Feng Qingchen to go inside the arch, but he did not go forward.
Feng Qingchen smiled and walked slowly inside.
This is Jiuhuangshu's villa, how can he still eat her?
On a July day, the sun is quite scorching even in the afternoon, but when walking in Jiuhuangshu's courtyard, there is no trace of heat. The trees are shady and there is a cool breeze blowing everywhere.
Feng Qingchen understood that there must be an ice basin, so the wind was extremely cool.
Rich people are good!
For example, she can only place ice basins in her room, but what about Jiuhuangshu? The whole yard is covered with ice basins, which is really a waste of money.
Feng Qingchen already had a lotus leaf sachet on her body and was not sensitive to the vague scent of lotus leaves in the air. It was not until she passed through the corridor and saw the red and green lotus flowers and lotus leaves that she discovered her.
We have reached the lotus pond.
"It's so beautiful! It's true that the sky is connected to the sky and the leaves are infinitely green." Feng Qingchen quickened his pace. He had to say that the sugar lotus flowers of Uncle Nine Emperors were really beautiful. One by one, there seemed to be no gaps in the entire lotus pond.
Being crowded with lotus leaves, facing the fragrance emanating from the lotus leaves in the pond, the sachet on Feng Qingchen's waist was not enough.
Feng Qingchen lifted up the hem of her skirt with both hands and ran towards the lotus pond. At this moment, the intermittent sound of the flute came faintly along with the wind.
"Huh? Someone is playing the flute?" Feng Qingchen slowed down unconsciously.
Although she is a rough person, she does not want to disturb other people's enjoyment.
I don’t know whether Feng Qingchen was approaching or the flute player was walking towards her. The sound of the flute gradually became louder and louder, and the clear sound of the flute floated slowly along with the lotus flowers in the pond...
The sound of the flute was ethereal and sweet, flying across the blue sky, and the passing clouds seemed to stop for it. Feng Qingchen, a person who did not understand music, was also attracted by the sound of the flute, and stood quietly listening to the beautiful sound.
The lotus leaves trembled, the flute sounded louder, and Feng Qingchen's eyes opened wider and wider...
"Uncle Nine Emperors?"
In the lotus pond, Uncle Nine Emperors, dressed in black clothes, stood on the bow of the boat. The boat moved forward slowly, but Uncle Nine Emperors was not affected. He stood steadily on the bow and played the flute quietly, as if everything in the world was moving.
Can't get into his eyes.
The person playing the flute was actually the Nine Emperors Uncle, and Feng Qingchen had a messy feeling.
Isn't Uncle Nine Emperors allergic to the fragrance of flowers? Why did he jump into the lotus pond?
Feng Qingchen had a lot of questions, but this was not a good time to ask.
Feng Qingchen stood there and looked at Uncle Nine Emperors. At this time, she had no intention of listening to the music. She only thought about what Uncle Nine Emperors meant by this move.
Whether Feng Qingchen listened or not, Uncle Nine Emperors did not stop. The sound of the flute was always there, but the sound of the flute suddenly changed. The melodious and ethereal sound of the flute turned into the sound of birds, including larks and orioles.
, there are magpies... Feng Qingchen was full of thoughts, but at this time, he was also brought into the world of music by the sound of the flute.
Feng Qingchen closed her eyes, and she seemed to see countless birds flying on the branches, chirping, and it was so lively.
Thump, thump...
Feng Qingchen seemed to hear the sound of flapping wings. When he opened his eyes, Feng Qingchen was stunned.
This moment of Uncle Nine Emperors is truly stunning.
Birds, many birds flew over, chirping around the Nine Emperors Uncle, flying left and right around him, refusing to leave for a long time, not only that, more and more birds flew over...
They flocked together and flew to the Nine Emperors Uncle in the rays of light.
"It's really amazing." Feng Qingchen didn't dare to say it out loud. He only dared to admire in his heart. Playing the flute can attract hundreds of birds. Uncle Nine Emperors is indeed very human.
The Nine Emperors Uncle is already handsome, coupled with his noble and elegant demeanor, he is a celestial figure. At this moment, he is surrounded by hundreds of birds. Feng Qingchen has a feeling that the Nine Emperors Uncle will fly to the sky with these birds at any time.
Fairy feeling.
The Nine Emperors Uncle is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is not as beautiful as what the human world should have.
Just when Feng Qingchen was lost in thought, the sound of the flute suddenly became louder, and a phoenix chirped. Feng Qingchen was startled, and his confused eyes finally returned to their original clarity and clarity.
Fengming? Where is the phoenix? Can the song of Nine Emperors Uncles attract the phoenix?
Feng Qingchen searched around and determined that the phoenix chirping was coming from Jiuhuangshu's flute. As the phoenix chirping sounded, the flute also stopped, and the birds surrounding Jiuhuangshu
They also left one after another.
"Does it sound good?" Uncle Nine Emperors did not go ashore, but still stood at the bow of the boat, turning the jade flute back and forth between his fingers, making people worried whether the flute would fall into the water next second.
At least Feng Qingchen was very worried. Her eyes kept falling on the flute, mainly because she didn't dare to look at Uncle Nine Emperors.
"It sounds good." Feng Qingchen nodded. It can even attract birds. How can she say it doesn't sound good.
"It's rare that someone like you, who doesn't understand music, also knows how to sound good." Uncle Jiuhuang's words were obviously a compliment, but Feng Qingchen felt something wrong when he listened to it. It felt like he was laughing at her, like a cow drinking snow mist before the rain.
, she couldn’t answer this question correctly, so she simply didn’t answer.
Jiuhuangshu didn't even think about asking Feng Qingchen to answer. He greeted the rowers, stepped ashore, and walked towards Feng Qingchen with elegant and calm steps. The most rare thing was that Jiuhuangshu's
There was still a smile on his face.
This smile was even brighter than the rays of light in the sky. In an instant, the lotus flowers in the pond became the background, setting off this man.
How could a person be so blessed with such a noble birth, unparalleled good looks, elegant manners, good conversation, talent that makes people admire, and majesty that makes people impressed?
Such a man is truly the darling of God. As Uncle Nine Emperors walked with his backlight, Feng Qingchen was dazzled for a moment, as if Uncle Nine Emperors were an immortal arriving on colorful auspicious clouds.
Feng Qingchen's heart was beating fast. Every time Uncle Nine Emperors took a step forward, Feng Qingchen took a step back...
This man is poison, so stay away from him.
This was what Feng Qingchen had in mind, and she did the same thing, but Uncle Nine Emperors refused to let her do it: "What? Just step back when you see me. You owe me something and you don't dare to see me."
This king?"
Uncle Jiuhuang's tone was as slow as ever, perhaps because the atmosphere was so good, and there was a hint of laziness, making people involuntarily indulge in this gentle voice.
Feng Qingchen stopped quickly. In fact, she had no way to retreat. She accidentally retreated under a sycamore tree. At this time, her back was pressed against the trunk of the tree. She couldn't retreat even if she wanted to.
Uncle Nine Emperors did not approach her step by step. He stopped when he was three steps away from her: "You want to leave after listening to my music?"
"No." Feng Qingchen shook her head quickly, knowing that those who do things are bandits. If her group dared to nod, Uncle Nine Emperors would dare to strangle her to death. She had no doubt at all.
"It's fine if you don't have it. Seeing how guilty you are, I thought you had lost my wallet." Uncle Nine Emperors held the jade flute in his right hand and struck it toward the heart of his left hand.
It's like playing with the beat.
Purse?
Feng Qingchen's eyes opened wider and wider, where is Dongdong?
Uncle Nine Emperors narrowed his eyes and flashed a dangerous light: "What? Did you lose my wallet?"
The tone did not change, but Feng Qingchen heard the coldness in Uncle Jiuhuang's words. Feng Qingchen quickly stood up straight, closed his legs, raised his right hand,
The actions were performed - stand up, stand at attention, and salute!
Halfway through raising his hand, Feng Qingchen realized that something was wrong, but when the group stopped, it became even worse. Feng Qingchen had to scratch his head instead: "No, I promise not."
A little honest and silly, but surprisingly cute, you can tell by looking at the raised corners of Uncle Nine Emperors' eyes.
"It's fine if you don't have it. I'm still waiting for you to fix it." Uncle Nine Emperors nodded with satisfaction. If Feng Qingchen dared to say that he had forgotten or lost it, the jade flute in his hand would probably hit Feng Qingchen on the head.
Feng Qingchen responded repeatedly, but she secretly complained in her heart.
Where did she throw the purse given to her by Uncle Nine Emperors?
It seemed that she really couldn't remember it. After returning home, she hurriedly looked for it, hoping that her few dedicated maids had not lost Uncle Nine Emperor's wallet, otherwise she would be in trouble.
Seeing Feng Qingchen's sad face, the smile on Uncle Jiuhuang's face became even stronger. When he saw the flute in his hand, his eyes suddenly lit up and a thought flashed through his mind.
"Isn't the piece of music I played just now beautiful?" When we say beauty, we mean the artistic conception of the piece.
Of course it is beautiful if it can attract hundreds of birds. There is no doubt about this. Seeing that Uncle Nine Emperors no longer asked about the purse, Feng Qingchen was happy to change the subject: "Beautiful, extremely beautiful."
If it were a beauty, the visual effect would probably be better, Feng Qingchen thought, after all, there is always something wrong with a grown man surrounded by birds.
"Do you know what kind of music that is?" Uncle Jiuhuang asked without any hope. Seeing Feng Qingchen shaking his head, he was not disappointed. This is reasonable. If Feng Qingchen understood all the music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and wine, how could he
do what.
"That piece is called "A Hundred Birds Pay Attention to the Phoenix," and it is most suitable for a woman to play it." Uncle Nine Emperors emphasized the last sentence and raised the flute so that Feng Qingchen could see it.
Not "disappointing" the hope of Uncle Nine Emperors, Feng Qingchen also focused on the last sentence: "It turns out that it is more suitable for a woman to play this piece of music. I just said that when I saw hundreds of birds flying around you, Uncle Nine Emperors, why did it feel strange?"
Hegan, it turns out the problem is here.”
Feng Qingchen looked like he finally understood. Uncle Nine Emperors almost vomited blood when he heard this.
Why are there such stupid women in this world? Isn't it obvious what he said?
It is most appropriate for a woman to play the music. There is only one woman here, Feng Qingchen, and he knows this piece of music. This is the time when Feng Qingchen should not ask: "Uncle Nine Emperors, can you teach me?"
But things were completely different from what Uncle Nine Emperors had expected. Uncle Nine Emperors looked at Feng Qingchen who had a dumb look on his face, and then looked at the jade flute in his hand. When he got angry, he raised the jade flute and hit Feng Qingchen on the head.
Go: "You idiot!"
After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving Feng Qingchen scratching his head and crying out in pain...
Woo hoo hoo, I am under the peach blossom tree, the talented man and the beautiful woman are playing the piano and flute together, the wind blows the peach blossoms falling, it is so beautiful, she is fine...
Under the sycamore tree, Uncle Nine Emperors and a commoner girl asked questions and answered questions. The wind blew caterpillars and fell down. If one of them answered incorrectly, the jade flute hit his brain. It was so painful...