Look at the clothes fluttering and the clothes fluttering
Ling Shaobai took his hand back to his side and held it tightly, but looked at the horizon and said calmly: "Bao'er, let's go back to the Dragon Alliance now, okay?"
Bao'er looked at Ling Shaobai and wanted to say yes. Because the alliance leader said so, he would definitely arrange everything. However, Brother Jie was poisoned, and now only he can save him. Does the alliance leader know? ?Moreover, it doesn’t seem good that Brother Jie was injured because of him, but he went to play in the Dragon League regardless of himself.
Ling Shaobai saw Bao'er's hesitation. He had expected that this question would make her hesitant, but seeing Bao'er like this still made him heartbroken. Once upon a time, Bao'er no longer fully agreed to what he said to Bao'er. , but you need to consider it yourself.
It doesn't matter, he has already fallen from the sky to the ground, what else can he do?
Bao'er thought for a moment and said, "I think I want to stay and take care of Brother Jie."
Ling Shaobai smiled faintly. He did not turn around to look at Bao'er. He knew that he was wrong. The ground was not the lowest point. There was hell underground, and there were eighteen levels of hell.
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Qianqing Palace
Young Emperor Hanjie was still standing by the palace gate.
He didn't believe that the kind-hearted Bao'er would leave like this without caring about his life. It must be the hateful leader of the Dragon Alliance who designed to abduct the ignorant Bao'er. Humph, I just wanted to consider the overall situation and let the Dragon Alliance go for the time being, but you just... Again, provoking the bottom line of my tolerance again and again, maybe in the current situation, it would be a good idea to point the finger at the Dragon Alliance.
You have your world, and I have my world. Let's fight to see if the world is bigger than the world, or if the world is bigger than the world.
The eunuch guarding the door secretly complained, Your Majesty, you took my place, and I didn't even have a chance to sleep a bit tonight. Oh, what's going on?
Fei'er didn't dare to say anything anymore. Seeing the lonely and proud back of Young Emperor Han Jie, she only felt sweet and painful at the same time. There are nine levels of pain in love, and unrequited love is the most painful!
Young Emperor Han Jie had his dreams turned upside down in his mind and suffered the same torture.
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Ling Shaobai didn't say another word, and there was no need to say anything more. Bao'er had already made his choice, and he would respect Bao'er's decision, even if doing so would kill him! However, let Bao'er It is better to be sad than to make yourself sad!
Baoer should have the best things in the world!
Ling Shaobai stood up slowly, gently raised the flute and put it to his mouth. The moonlight was dim, but his fingers still looked so white and elegant.
The flute sounds under the moon, and the clouds are flat across thousands of miles...
This song was familiar to Bao'er, but she didn't sing along because Ling Shaobai, Princess Huiping and her mother were the same kind of people. They all loved music very deeply, and they seemed to be unable to appreciate Bao'er's singing. Although the elder brother, the leader of the three, was the most tolerant, Bao'er didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, but she chose to sing silently in her heart:
I am a fox who has been practicing for thousands of years
A thousand years of practice and a thousand years of loneliness
Can anyone hear me crying in the dead of night?
Can anyone see me dancing in the dimly lit place?
I am a fox who has been waiting for a thousand years
A thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of loneliness
Who planted the poison of love again in the rolling world of mortals?
Who among the vast crowd drank the poison of love again...
Ling Shaobai suddenly turned around and really started to dance. With his superb lightness skills, his white clothes were floating in the air, and his posture was so graceful that he was so ethereal that the onlookers could clearly see his shadow while dancing. It was like sighing in the human world. The sound of Ling Shaobai's cave flute continues...the music is still melodious and lingering...
His eyes and expressions are unpredictable. Just by smiling, he can smile in thousands of ways: sometimes misty, sometimes playful, sometimes joking, sometimes cunning, sometimes lazy, sometimes disdainful, sometimes cold and distant, sometimes naughty.
There are so many things to escape from that it is impossible to list them all. However, under his unpredictable smile, you can feel his loneliness deeply penetrating into your bones. Ah, that loneliness that cannot be dissolved as thick as wine!
When he dances, he is three-quarters calm and seven-cent self-possessed, with a soft figure, elegant manners, misty expression, and dark eyes that see through the world. Even when he dances, you can feel the complete masculinity in his bones.
How can such a man prevent people from falling deeply into it and unable to extricate themselves?
Such moonlight, such a man, such a dance and such a piece of music deeply touched Mo Zhanyi's heart. It was a kind of fall...the fall of a heart that had no resistance.
Ling Shaobai is still continuing:
Can I have another dance for you?
I am the white fox you released thousands of years ago
Look at the fluttering clothes, the fluttering clothes
Everyother's oaths of love have turned into nothingness
Can I have another dance for you?
Just for the review when you said goodbye
Look at the fluttering clothes, the fluttering clothes
Forever and ever will turn into nothingness
After the dance, Ling Shaobai stood on the shore, looking at the dim moon. The sky would eventually light up, Bao'er would eventually leave, and he would eventually live alone.
Baoer's pink clothes were wet with tears. She had never been a girl who cried easily, and it was not the first time she heard this song, but with Ling Shaobai's dance and Ling Shaobai's eyes, she couldn't help but
I want to cry.
Look at the fluttering clothes, the fluttering clothes
Forever and ever will turn into nothingness
Ling Shaobai stood there, his clothes were fluttering, but if Bao'er didn't want her brother, the leader, to turn into nothingness, then she couldn't bear it!
Bao'er rushed over, buried her face in Ling Shaobai's clothes, and cried loudly. She secretly made a decision. After Brother Jie's poison was cured, she must go to the Dragon League, and no one could stop her.
Go and accompany the leader brother. Because although the leader brother smiles every day, he is actually the loneliest person in the world.
He bore everyone's pain and troubles, but kept his own in his heart and did not tell anyone.
Ling Shaobai hugged her and kept thinking about the two lyrics in his heart: Can I dance for you one more time, just to look back at you when I said goodbye.
It's true, it's the last dance, and we are no longer strangers to the ends of the earth.
The hearts of the two people were beating against each other. It was a kind of extreme tranquility and happiness.
Bao'er, if you want to be happy, you must be happy! Let me be happy too!
I will protect you from a distance.
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Royal Garden
Princess Baoer and Princess Huiping took An An, Mo Zhanyi and seven or eight other maids to enjoy the flowers in the garden.
The weather is so beautiful today, the autumn air is crisp, the wind is blowing, and the golden chrysanthemums are fragrant. It is really brilliant to the eyes.
Bao'er's current clothes are all made according to Princess Huiping. They are all white clothes and white skirts, and the hems are wide and wide with a yellow border. One is outstandingly beautiful, and the other Yuxue is cute. They are noticed by others wherever they go.