Yan Li, who was extremely frightened, immediately tensed up his nerves and almost used his mental power to lock onto the Lintian source. However, he saw that this source was still like the source of the Wanyuan mother body in Feng Yuchen's body, and it was lost in an instant.
trace!
| "Why is this happening? Although we have captured these two origins, we have never been able to truly lock and control them!" Yan Li continued to move forward with everyone full of doubts.
When they walked into the west courtyard, they were shocked to see so many bright reds that they stopped in their tracks!
"Manzhushahua! It's really Manzhushahua!" He Jiyang suddenly raised his head and looked at the curtain on the attic, and took another step. When he walked past the trampled Manzhushahua
At that moment, with a wave of his hand, the dripping light shone on the damaged petals, and those petals miraculously restored their shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, he obviously did not focus all his attention on these flowers. The traces of migratory birds flying in the snow surprised everyone present! Even Feng Qingyi, who usually hates Feng Yuchen, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows inwardly.
Thumbs up.
There is no feasting, no ups and downs of hustle and bustle. At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the originally desolate and lonely West Courtyard has become the most fascinating place in Feng Mansion. Everything here exudes a fresh and elegant atmosphere.
The sound of the flute stopped, the breeze stopped, and the birds dispersed. But everyone looked like they were still unfinished. Xiaoli, who was leaning under the stairs, saw the person coming and ran away somewhere.
He Jiyang was the first to smile and grab a folding fan to applaud. When Feng Zhiheng and others saw this, they just applauded gently from the bottom of their hearts and said nothing.
"What a beautiful manjushuahua, a flower on the other side. Is there a beautiful woman on the other side?"
He asked in a humble and polite tone. This voice was full of magnetism, which reminded people of the scene when a talented man and a beautiful woman meet for the first time.
"Wherever there is a beauty, there is a sad one." Feng Yuchen in the attic returned to Arhat's bedside, and his calm tone made people feel cold.
Hearing this in Feng Zhiheng's ears, it was hard to control himself. Perhaps he had been too indifferent to his daughter over the years. Suddenly, the scene when Feng Yuchen's mother died more than ten years ago appeared in his mind.
, not everyone can understand that sorrow. As a father, it’s not that he doesn’t love his daughter, on the contrary, he loves the house.
Jiwu, he should love this daughter the most, but due to pressure from all aspects and the special nature of Feng Yuchen, his father cannot love this daughter like others. He also complained, why did God send
All the injustice was shared with his miserable daughter, but he had no choice. He did not have the courage to love her despite the pressure!
"Flying Snow on Broken Bridge, I have listened to this flute music countless times. No one can perform it with such pathos and emotion like this girl, and can perform it so perfectly. I have nothing else to ask for, I just want to see it."
The girl is beautiful, I don’t know the girl..."
Before I could finish speaking, the sound of the flute in the attic came to mind again. It still had a sad tone, but it was no longer the sound of falling snow on a broken bridge. It was clearly a song "See You Again" that has been passed down through the ages.
After laughing a few times, the halo of the folding fan in his hand circulated, and he waved violently towards the sky, causing the remaining petals of snowflakes to fly down again.
Xiao Li in the corner blinked her big bright eyes, looking with tears in her eyes at the arrogant back of the man she loved in the snow, and her heart began to throb again.
The fluttering snowflakes did not fall on his body, but gradually curled up and gathered together in front of him, and finally turned into a guqin!
This scene once again shocked everyone in the audience. To be able to have such pure and powerful power at such a young age can indeed be admired by the world! This guqin is also as crystal clear as jade and is as natural as his.
The body is as harmonious as one.
With the sound of the flute that sounded like an ancient lamentation, the strings of the piano rippled. The snowflakes still did not stop, dancing in the air with the rhythm. They were like a part of life, allowing him to connect with the whole world at this moment.
Out of place, the only thing that can reconcile with his existence is the inch of curtain in the attic.
One piano and one flute, these two musical instruments that could not play together at all, had an unprecedented resonance at this moment. The falling snowflakes in the air and the large patches of miserable blood red on the ground seemed to be performing a journey through reincarnation together.
A poignant story.
When Yan Li heard such music, he suddenly understood something in his heart. It turned out that this He Jiyang was none other than another host body hidden in Lintian in this small world! He had been secretly controlling He Jiyang's body.
body, trying every possible means to get close to Feng Yuchen, and also wanted to seize the origin of her true soul of the Wanyuan mother body! This is where the twists and turns begin!
And it was precisely because Feng Yuchen's obsession with Huang Qingyue was shaken by He Jiyang that he could never really let go of it, and he could not release the purest true soul source of the mother body deep in his soul!
This story has always been printed with pale and blood-red tones. Even the sweetness has become a thing of the past, like notes floating in the wind, which will eventually be painted in such a dazzling color.
Yan Li has already discovered that He Jiyang must have cast a spell on Feng Yuchen, causing Feng Yuchen to confuse and misplace the imprint of Huang Qingyue and He Jiyang's figure, giving him an opportunity to take advantage of him!
"What a vicious strategy!" Yan Li's soul is currently wandering in this space, watching everything below with cold eyes!
Feng Yuxuan didn't know when she appeared in the corner on the other side of the west courtyard. From her angle, she could see the profile of her face, but she couldn't see the attic where Feng Yuchen was. At this moment, she was waiting for the opportunity. As long as she didn't let
She can just walk out of this attic.
The sound of the piano and flute dissipated in the air at the same moment, and everything returned to calm. This song was completely played by Feng Yuchen from the heart at this moment. What she longed to see was definitely not what was in front of her.
Gently following the half-hidden curtain and looking at the snowflakes below, Feng Yuchen showed a sneer on his lips. Unfortunately, he was still being sentimental and echoed the words. When Feng Yuchen saw this face again after walking through it,
Only then did I realize that the complex emotions in my heart actually had a hint of playfulness.
"There should be other means next!" Xin Yuchen put down the jade flute in his hand calmly and quietly waited for what was going to happen next. Yanli's strong mental power made her become more and more
Sober! I have been able to see clearly the essential difference between He Jiyang and Huang Qingyue to a certain extent.
"In ancient times, there was a legend about Yu Boya, Zhong Ziqi, and his flute and flute. I didn't expect that such a legend could be reproduced with the girl today. I think that although I, He, am not a unique talent, I am still a child of an aristocratic family. To be honest with Uncle Xin and all my aunts and sisters,
He went north to the capital this time, on the one hand to deal with some family matters, and on the other hand
On the one hand, I also followed my father's orders to come to this city of heaven to find a good match. I feel ashamed to say that He has had many close friends in recent years, but I have never met a good match like this girl, who is as connected to He as I am.
I met the girl, but I can deeply understand what the girl is feeling, and I am willing to get to know her."
After saying this, he took back the folding fan and with a flick of his fingers, the guqin made of ice and snow in front of him disappeared. The flying snowflakes gradually became denser, and then suddenly transformed into an arched shimmering crystal ball in front of him.
The bridge of purple light. The other end is where the curtain of Xin Yuchen's boudoir is above the attic.
Everyone in the field basically spent the day in shock. They saw too many things beyond their imagination, some were amazing, some were intoxicated, some were admired, and some were romantic. At this moment, this scene almost realized what the girls in the field only wanted.
Romantic scenes that appeared in dreams!
They were shouting in their hearts and looking up. Some of them sent the warmest instructions to Hefeng Yuchen, such as Xiaohuan who was next to the pond and was ignorant of world affairs. Most of them showed jealous and resentful eyes.
"In my whole life, I am only willing to guard these beautiful and miserable flowers below, water and fertilize them, recite poems and paint them, and watch them endure wind and rain and become unlucky ghosts trampled by others. That is enough."
A gust of cold wind blew into the hot ears. It seemed that someone had slapped them in the mouth.
He Jiyang's expression froze, and then the smile on his face became even brighter.
"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent, who once captivated the country, and then captivated the city again. Well, maybe I am not worthy of the girl on the other side of the world. In this case, I will leave a mark for the girl, and it will be a blessing for you and me in this life.
The people gathered here bear witness.”
After saying this, he raised his folding fan, a purple light flashed in his eyes, a gust of wind suddenly rose above his head, and the snowflakes in the sky started to fly again.
Using a fan as his pen, I saw that with a few eloquent strokes from a distance, he shaped a lavender flower. Although there was only the outline of a flower, the ups and downs of these few moments were enough to show his profound skills in pen and ink.
A purple-gold Manzhu Shahua that was absolutely out of the dust stopped in front of him. At this moment, the lavender eyes suddenly turned into an increasingly gloomy black, and then, under the cover of the dancing snow in the sky, it shot out of thin air.
A cold dim light made the entire Manzhu Shahua look more luxurious, and at the same time, it seemed to have an extra enchantment.
With a wave of passion, Manzhu Shahua was lifted up by a pure lavender light, and followed the gently floating curtain on the attic into front of Feng Yuchen.
At this moment, Yan Li, who saw all this in his eyes, suddenly felt an extremely strong death energy flashing through his eyes, and entered Feng Yuchen's boudoir with lightning speed. Yan Li wanted to stop him but failed.
It was too late, the dim black light disappeared in a flash.
Before Xin Yuchen could see it clearly, the dimly lit Manzhushahua, like a tired bird returning to its roost, quietly slipped into Yuchen's body and made no more movements.
Yuchen didn't feel anything strange about her body. Instead, she felt like she was being brushed by a breeze, which made her feel very comfortable. However, she didn't think that such a gesture would be of much benefit to her. He didn't seem to be a person willing to do anything.
people in this business.
"Yu Chen would like to thank Master Meng for his kindness. The interest has passed. If there is nothing else, please ask Master Meng to come back. My West Courtyard is used to being deserted. We don't often have visitors on weekdays, so I won't send you off far."
The curtain fell, as if the whole world was shut out, and Yuchen returned to her Arhat bed in a few steps. She did not see the strange smile on the corner of He Jiyang's mouth.
He Jiyang dodged a few times and returned to the ground, and all the glitz in the air turned into dust again. When he returned to the crowd, he still had the unique smile of a handsome young man, and his calm and suave demeanor swept away the deserted atmosphere of the West Courtyard for a moment.
.Under the leadership of Feng Zhiheng, the group finally left here.
He Jiyang turned around quietly, originally wanting to feel the quiet and quiet atmosphere of the west courtyard again, but he accidentally saw Xiaoli staring at him from a distance at the entrance of the attic wooden staircase. His eyes were so sharp, but he only raised a slight arc.
, Xiaoli had no choice but to blush and run away upstairs.
"What a pretty maid who has just begun to fall in love!"
I thought that the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere had been restored, but unexpectedly, Feng Yuxuan in the corner suddenly appeared below the attic.