"It won't be alone. I'll revive it and find someone to care about it, okay?"
His burning eyes gradually softened as he stared at Su Yueming. This cold and mysterious woman made him curious.
Su Yueming turned away from his fiery gaze, squatted down, raised her hand and stroked the goose's feathers, and said -
"It would be best to save him."
Murong Yunqing stood up and told his attendants, "Zhan Qing, get my flute."
"yes."
After a while, Zhan Qing took a flute over. Murong Yunqing put the jade flute into his mouth and closed his eyes——
A slow melody flowed along.
The single crane is flying high, the snow is thick, the plum smoke is clear and the moon is hazy. Where does the sound of the flute go? I am in the jade house of Qionglou.
The sound of the flute, at first, was like gurgling spring water, tinkling and melodious, making one's heart tremble, and then become addicted...
Immediately afterwards, the sound of the flute was like waves, full of momentum, beating people's hearts...
Su Yueming pursed her lips tightly and held the silk handkerchief tightly. Murong Yunqing's flute sound seemed to have a kind of magical power, which was silent and made people fall deeply into it.
Suddenly, he pulled the jade flute away from his mouth, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.
Yan Yan, who originally lowered his head listlessly, raised his neck, and his groggy eyes slowly opened, feeling confused.
"..." At this time, Murong Yunqing put the jade flute into his mouth again. This time, the sound produced by the jade flute was no longer a pleasant and smooth tune.
It was the sound of a wild goose chirping in the sky, and the sound seemed to be coming from an empty valley.
Then, right after, the chirping sound got closer and closer, as if it was flying not far away.
So realistic!
Several maids couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the sky. Except for clouds and the occasional falling dead leaves, there was no shadow of wild geese in the sky.
The Lone Goose stood up again, a glimmer of light gradually emitted from its dark and misty eyes, and flapped its injured wings.
The sound of the flute turned.
This time, it was no longer the cry of one wild goose, but two, then three, four...
Five, six...
The rising and falling sounds of a flock of wild geese seemed to be hovering in the sky, as if they were all coming for it.
Maduo picked up some food with chopsticks and put it into its mouth...
"Ah, that's great. It ate. Look, it's starting to eat." Everyone on the side exclaimed and couldn't help but also marveled at Murong Yunqing's flute sound.
"..." Su Yueming also had a look of surprise on his face.
After a while, the goose quickly drank all the prepared water and food. The haze in its eyes was swept away, and it became energetic. It even raised its head and made a sound, as if it was responding to the flock of geese in the sky.
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After a long time, Murong Yunqing put down the jade flute, but the cry of the wild geese did not stop abruptly. It seemed that it was still circling, with a lingering sound that lingered for three days.
"I used the sound of the flute to imitate the cry of wild geese. At first, there was a sound of geese, and then there was a group of geese. In the past three years, my eldest brother asked me to station at the border. The place was extremely desolate, and there was only one kind of creature that kept company with people.
I listened to these wild geese every day and learned how to call their various sounds. The sound of the wild geese I blew just now meant that a group of wild geese were waiting for it nearby. When it heard it, it wanted to reunite with its kind as soon as possible, so
That's why I'm willing to start eating." Murong Yunqing smiled and explained the meaning of the flute sound and why Guyan was willing to eat.