Lan Mingyou said deliberately mysteriously, and Bo Cixin looked around calmly to make sure no one climbed up the tree.
As soon as they climbed the tree, Lan Mingyou hugged her body and left the Prime Minister's Mansion quickly, as if she didn't notice.[
Their bodies fell on the leaves as light as two feathers. When Bo Cixin raised his eyes slightly, he saw the pure white feathers fluttering gently in the wind, which was very beautiful.
"arrive."
Not long after, Lan Mingyou and Bo Cixin landed gently in front of a simple and unpretentious mansion. There was no one guarding the mansion. As soon as they came here, Bo Cixin's first feeling was that it was very quiet.
"What village?"
There is a plaque on the gate of the mansion, but the first two words can no longer be seen. The only thing that can be seen clearly is the last word, which is what kind of village it is. It seems that this mansion has been around for many years.
Lan Mingyou didn't answer Bo Cixin's question, and just stood there unmoved.
The breeze blew gently, picking up the long gauze silk silk behind Lan Mingyou, rolling it and flying in the wind. There was a large bamboo forest next to the mansion, and the wind rustled on it.
"Master, why did you bring me here?"
Bo Cixin raised his eyes indifferently and looked at Lan Mingyou's calm face, not understanding.
"Take you to meet someone."
After Lan Mingyou finished speaking, he pushed the door open. As soon as he opened the door, he quickly stepped aside slightly while holding Bo Cixin.
Bo Cixin didn't see anything, he just felt a stream of air coming towards his face, and then he heard something strong tearing the air apart.
Zheng - Zheng - Zheng
Not long after the door was opened, there was a gentle and circuitous sound inside, and the sound of Ai Ai's piano could be heard from time to time.
As soon as the sound of the piano entered his ears, Bo Cixin felt like he was in a mountain forest, with a lot of mist lingering around him, fallen leaves flying, and flowers fluttering. It was a beautiful feeling, but there was always a cool feeling in his heart.
Yes, there is a bit of coldness, presumably it is the desolation and sadness that Bo Ci feels in his heart.
Lan Mingyou didn't say anything, but just led Bo Cixin through the front yard and then walked through a long corridor. Bo Cixin didn't see a single servant or guard here.
This mansion seemed to be an uninhabited ancient house, which really made her feel a little strange. Could it be that some master hermit lived here?
Bo Cixin also noticed that there was a trace of pain in Lan Mingyou's eyes when he heard the sound of the piano.
Bo Cixin thought she had seen it wrong, but when she looked into his eyes again, it was true. There was a look of pain in those eyes.[
Zheng————
Bo Cixin was still wondering why Lan Mingyou felt a little sad when he heard the sound of the piano. The sound of the piano stopped, and Lan Mingyou's eyes returned to their usual indifference, without any expression.
The two of them walked onto a small bridge without knowing it. Bo Cixin lowered his eyes slightly. Under the bridge was a pond full of white lotus flowers.
A large expanse of snow-white lotus flowers, those pure white colors, make Lan Ming's bluish-purple hair particularly flamboyant and unique. His side lines are very soft, and Bo stabs his heart for the first time.
Look at him seriously.
The wind blew by, caressing the hair and gently touching his face, which was filled with fatal temptation and indescribable charm.