Chapter 917: Killing Three Thousand by Mistake [15]
"Your Majesty is from Shura City?" Huang Beiyue pretended to be surprised, as if she only knew about it on the first day.
There was a little alienation in her surprised eyes. Although he didn't want to show it, he still noticed it.
"Are you scared?"
Huang Beiyue shook her head and said: "It's not that I'm afraid, I just feel strange. I heard that people in Shura City are cut off from love, but Your Majesty is not like such a person."
"Oh? How does it look different?"
"At that time, the emperor insisted on marrying a foreign daughter, against all opinions. Isn't it because he liked the queen?" Huang Beiyue raised her eyes gently, and her cold eyes passed over his face.
Feng Lianyi suddenly laughed loudly and heartily, so loudly that the snow on the bamboo began to fall.
Huang Beiyue looked at him, was it so funny? She didn't seem to be telling a joke.
"Like it?" Feng Lianyi's smile still didn't stop. He looked at her as if he were looking at the person closest to him. He could say anything to her, "I really like the sound of her flute. The sound of the flute is very special. All
No musician can imitate it."
Huang Beiyue remembered the last time she entered the palace, mixed in with the musicians, and was almost killed by him, and she understood in her heart that it turned out that it was like that, he liked the unique sound of the flute, but the other musicians were not as good as the queen.
This feeling made him dissatisfied.
"It's just the sound of the flute." Huang Beiyue didn't care much.
Feng Lianyi suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously: "That was not an ordinary flute sound. I was really injured by a ghost-faced man. The wound could not heal for a long time. I had to bleed it every day to relieve the pain. The heart-wrenching pain is unimaginable to ordinary people, but Wei Yanran's
The sound of the flute can relieve this pain, so I kept her."
With a slight movement in her heart, Huang Beiyue listened quietly. Slowly, waves surged in her heart, and a sour feeling gradually came up.
Thinking of what Ying Ye said, she was so sad at the time, but she must wake him up, but she couldn't believe she could do it.
If she couldn't do it, wouldn't she have lost her last bit of pride to him? She was indifferent by nature and couldn't tolerate being so devoted to someone, which would make her completely lose herself.
What should she do now? Suddenly she felt that the road ahead was unclear and she could not see the direction at all.
She stared blankly ahead for a long time, until Feng Lianyi gently put her hand on her shoulder and called her in a low voice: "Mrs. Yue?"
Only then did Huang Beiyue come back to her senses, raised her head and smiled at him, saying, "When your majesty's injury recovers, maybe you won't have to listen to the sound of the flute."
"No, I really like that piece of music, not only because it can relieve my injuries."
Huang Beiyue was startled again, gathered the collar of her cloak, and said, "It's very cold outside, let's go in."
Feng Lianyi nodded. He had spoken so many words to her here today, and his tone was very calm, and he got along very harmoniously. It was not like the previous few times when there was always something like an insurmountable barrier standing in front of them.
She was a little less defensive now, and he liked talking to her like this.
"Go back." He walked in front and smoothed the snow on the ground so that it would not be so difficult for her to walk through.
Huang Beiyue saw his footsteps and didn't want to affect her emotions, so she raised her head and looked into the distance.
In the distance, a wisp of black smoke slowly floated up and swayed into the sky.
Huang Beiyue's footsteps suddenly stopped, and with a 'click' sound under her feet, a pile of snow was trampled and sank in!
