Time flies, more than a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and it is already spring in March, and everything is growing vigorously. The apricot blossoms and peach blossoms in the backyard of the palace are blooming brilliantly, and the lake water is clear and clear.

"Sister Wu Yu, are these enough? Yaoling turned over a lot of old clothes, which were overworn by the people in the house. It's spring, and she and Wu Yu want to send these thin clothes to the City God Temple. ”

hugged the old clothes in Yaoling's hand, Wu Yu gestured to Yaoling and said, "These are old clothes, don't move." ”

Yaoling smiled: "Sister, I'm not so expensive. As she spoke, she grabbed the old clothes and quickly packed them with her hands and feet. ”

"Princess, drink some soup, drink the soup and then go with Wu Yu. The old woman who was rescued during the New Year walked in from outside the door with two bowls of peach blossom soup.

"Mother Jiang. Are you cooking peach blossom soup again?" Yao Ling happily picked up a bowl, and the other bowl was served by Wu Yu.

At this time, after more than two months of living in the palace, although her face was still yellow, it was obvious that she was a little fat, and there was no sorrow between her eyebrows, and a pair of bright little eyes were full of love and looked at Yaoling who was drinking soup.

"Princess, drink slowly, as long as you like to drink, I will cook it for you every day, and I will cook a lot of flower soup." She laughs.

This old woman has won Yaoling's respect and trust in her in just two months, and for some reason, when she is with this old woman, she always has a very affectionate feeling in her heart, as if she had known her many years ago. And this old woman who she called Jiang's mother was really good to her, always thinking about making food for her every day, and even sewing beautiful dresses for her herself. Her hands are very dexterous, embroidering flowers and plants vividly, and the color matching is also very beautiful.

Waiting for the two of them to finish the soup and go out of the house, they found the carriage parked outside the door.

"Get in the car," said a faint voice from inside the car.

The two got into the car in turn, and saw a deep and handsome wind and a cold face sitting in the car.

"Well, how did you two remember to go?" asked Yaoling crisply.

glanced at Yao Ling, and there was a soft luster in Fengzhao's eyes.

"Walk around the city after sending the clothes," he said softly,

Yueming's eyes just looked at the scenery outside the car window, in March, the sun was shining, people took off their heavy cotton clothes and skirts, and walked in the streets and alleys wearing beautiful dresses of various colors.

Yao Ling pursed her lips and smiled.

As soon as the car came to the corner, he saw a small black carriage parked in front of him.

"Young master, it's the carriage of the second prince. Liao Zeru reported softly outside the car.

"Parking. Fengzhao ordered.

Then he looked at Wu Yu with a pair of deep eyes.

For some reason, Wu Yu's face turned red, and Yaoling on the side looked at Fengzhao and Wu Yu a little inexplicably.

"Wu Yu, you go to the carriage of the second prince. After delivering his clothes, he met on the hill west of the city. After saying to Wu Yu, he instructed Liao Zeru outside the car: "Help Wu Yu take all those clothes." Liao Zeru answered and got into the car.

Wu Yu got out of the carriage with a red face, walked to Feng Ze's carriage, and lightly lifted his skirt and got into the carriage.

Seeing Wu Yu enter Feng Ze's carriage, the carriage galloped towards the City God Temple in an instant, Yao Ling was a little confused, and suddenly her head was flicked by a jade-like finger, "What are you stupid?"

"Well, how do you know that Feng Ze is looking for Wu Yu?" A pair of beautiful clear eyes blinked with a look full of doubt.

Hearing him ask, Feng Zhao shook his head helplessly, "The smart one was confused for a while. He sighed softly.

Yueming's bright and clear eyes looked at her, and she was scolded in her eyes.

Suddenly, she understood something.

"When did they go to the City God Temple together?" she asked again.

"When you haven't been. Stupid. Feng Zhao said with some annoyance. This girl is sometimes slow to react like a snail.

The corners of Yao Ling's mouth suddenly pulled a smile, that Fengze, whose face was as gentle as the March sun, was really comfortable to look at, and being able to get his favor showed that Wu Ling was not bad. Thinking about those Houmen's daughters, when they saw Feng Ze bringing Wu Yu, I was afraid that their faces would turn green. Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth finally cracked on both sides. "Poof," she laughed.

Fengzhao and Yueming both looked at her a little inexplicably, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm thinking about those Houmen daughters who want to marry Fengze. ”

Hearing him say this, the wind and the moon were a little helpless. "A worldly little woman. Feng Zhao suddenly said such a sentence in his mouth.

Yaoling couldn't help but look at the wind photos, but found that his eyes were full of love. So he hurriedly restrained his anger, lowered his head, blushed and stopped looking at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the moonlight on the side, and found that he had already turned his face to the car window, and he couldn't see the expression on his face.

The carriage went all the way to the west, it was the time of day, the sun's rays were warm and soft, the shops on both sides of the street were lined up, people came and went, out of the west city gate, the carriage went straight to the west mountain. On this mountain, the wind and the moon once saw beautiful snowflakes. Three years later, they saw the spring scenery on this mountain again.

Coming to the bottom of the mountain, the three of them did not use light work, but walked slowly along the mountain road, from time to time there were wild peach trees stretching out the branches full of pink flowers in the mountains and forests, but the willows were bearing catkins and poplars. Because the weather is fine today, I occasionally meet literati and artists who go to the mountains to play, and those people chant poems as they walk. When she met some sour literati, Yao Ling also learned from them to shake her head and read her own poems. It makes Yueming, who has always had a cold face, laugh.

When I arrived at the top of the mountain, I raised my eyes and looked into the distance, the sky and the earth were clear and clear, the green like smoke and mist in the distance reflected the blue sky, and the soft spring breeze blew on the face and raised the soft hair, which was particularly gentle and comfortable. Yao Ling stretched out her arms, raised her head and closed her eyes, letting the breeze pass through her dress.

At this time, the sound of flutes drifted from afar, and the three of them couldn't help but listen.

The person who plays the flute is obviously very proficient in the rhythm of music, and in the sound of his flute, you can clearly hear the deep thoughts, as if there is the depth of the blue sea and blue sky and the quiet and cold of the rising moon. The moment they heard the sound of the flute, the world suddenly seemed to darken, and the three of them seemed to be standing by the cold river under the moonlit night, surrounded by a thick night.

Yaoling was already crazy when she heard it, and Fengzhao and Yueming were also surprised. If you can use music to change the mood of the people around you, and even transform the scene you see, then this person must have extraordinary skills. And Yueming is a master of this way, when Yaoling was assassinated by an iron guts arrow, he relied on the rhythm to infect and affect the minds of those killers, so that they saw and felt boundless despair, and finally couldn't resist the sadness and despair brought by the rhythm and committed suicide by jumping off the cliff.

But today, the skill shown by this man is far above the moonlight. Because the moon and the wind were almost lost in his low flute sound. In the sound of the flute, they seem to be able to see a lonely person looking at the endless blue waves in the moonlit night, unspeakably lonely, unspeakably lonely.

Fortunately, the two of them have profound skills and forcibly take back the mind that was guided away. Yueming took out his jade flute from his arms, and gently put it on his lips in response to the sound of the other party's flute.

At this time, Yaoling had already followed the sound of the flute and fell into deep loneliness and coldness. Fortunately, Xiao Yin did not force people's minds too much, so Feng Zhao let Yao Ling listen to it, while he stood silently on the top of the mountain, waiting for the moonlight flute to sound.

In the low and rich sound of the flute, a clear and graceful flute suddenly floated out, and the beautiful and melodious flute sound accompanied by the flute sound drifted lightly in the forest, with the March wind, blowing the dull coldness and loneliness around it. Xiao Yin paused slightly, and then got up tactfully, and Yao Ling seemed to see the people by the river on the bright moon night again. It's just that at this time, I can feel that the river water is not as bleak and cold as before. Her brow furrowed slightly.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute became deeper and deeper, and in the midst of whimpering, a woman walked in the deserted street, and a cold wind blew her hair and her clothes, and in her hands there was a child whimpering and crying. Feng Zhao's heart couldn't help but tighten, he remembered the night in March fifteen years ago, his mother held his hand and saw him off.

At this time, the sound of the flute also became low, as if there was rain about to fall, and the woman and the child were about to be eroded by the wind and rain, and suddenly the flute became bright and light, as if the dark clouds between the clouds were torn open by the sun's rays, and a strong pillar of light was sprinkled on the woman and the child. The cold wind seemed to become softer and warmer. Fengzhao's mood suddenly improved, and he remembered the days in the Qilin Valley.

The sound of the flute faded and the flute faded with it, except for the child's crisp laughter at the end.

When all the qiē returned to a standstill, the Yao Ling Feng and the moon fell into a long silence, as if they had not yet gotten out of that distant sadness.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the rock next to the three of them. The three of them hurriedly turned their heads to look at it.

Time seemed to pass very slowly, and the footsteps seemed to have walked for a long time before they reached the three of them.

Three pairs of eyes looked at the visitor at the same time.