The moon is like water, a wisp of clouds gently curls to cover the face of the half moon, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and there are peach petals silently flying down in the night wind. On the roof, a white dress stood silently, facing Yaoling's residence, and the moon stared at it in abrupt eyes.

Holding the warm white jade flute in his hand, he gently put it between his lips, and a soft flute sound rose faintly in this beautiful and calm night.

The acacia in the sound of the flute pervaded the entire back garden of the Xuan Palace.

Yaoling, who was tossing and turning on the bed, heard the flute from the first moment, and all her thoughts were instantly driven away by the acacia in the flute. Her heart couldn't help but tighten, and she felt that some kind of sadness was so inadvertently spreading out from somewhere in her heart, she wanted to cover her ears with her hands and not listen, but she hadn't taken her hands out of the bed, but suddenly felt a strong breath and the flute sound that wrapped her, causing herself to be forced to be unable to move the slightest by the air flow generated by the collision.

The sound of the flute and the colliding air flow created a stalemate, and all the qiē in the room was still, including the jumping and burning candles on the table. Yaoling in the bed couldn't hear any sound from the outside world, and she couldn't help but feel anxious and annoyed.

It turned out that Yue Ming, who was playing the flute to the moon, suddenly felt a strong breath rushing towards him, and he still gently blew the white jade flute without changing his face, but at this moment, there seemed to be a soft veil in the flute sound, and the cold and domineering breath that rushed to the sky swept over. The air flow generated by the collision of the two breaths in the night sky instantly shook all the flowers in the palace in this soft moonlit night, and in an instant, the peach blossoms that flew all over the night sky stopped in mid-air. At this point, it seemed to be still. The moonlit night became strangely beautiful and quiet.

On the roof, the moonlit white robe fluttered up, like a cyclamen flying up.

"Put away your flute. There was a cold, emotionless voice in his ears.

"Are you afraid, are you afraid that the sound of my flute will arouse Yaoling's true thoughts in her heart?" Yueming suddenly spun around the roof, and the soft and silky air flow similar to the flute sound silently replaced the power in the flute from between the swirling and flying robes, and continued to stick together with the fierce cold aura, and no one could move forward at all. Removing the white jade flute from his mouth, Yueming also replied in a secret voice.

"Do you think you can change her mind with the sound of your flute? You're wrong, I just don't want your flute to disturb her mood. In the windy room, a wide-sleeved brocade robe was draped with long flying hair, and his hands were spread out, like a king in the world. The candles in the house also stopped jumping. It turned out that just when he was about to fall asleep, he heard the sound of the flute, and the acacia carried in the flute made him feel a little uneasy in his heart, she was afraid that Yao Ling's skill was not enough to resist the sound of the flute of the moonlight. Although Yaoling doesn't know musical instruments, her inner understanding of music is higher than that of ordinary people, no matter what kind of instrument plays what kind of music, she will understand the mood and heart of the person who plays it.

The sound of the flute of the moon was obviously tinged with a touch of sadness and lovesickness, which was enough to affect Yaoling's sleep tonight, and he didn't want Yaoling to feel the slightest fatigue during the long journey that began tomorrow. He decided to stop the sound of Yueming's flute.

"I have never forgotten the agreement between you and me, but I must go to Jiang Li to propose marriage at the time of Yaoling and Xuan, because that is my promise to myself. "The wind shines coldly to the moonlight and transmits the sound into the secret passage.

"In three years, whether I can ascend to the world or not, I will marry Yaoling as my wife, and before that I will give you a fair competition. Because—I'm going to have to convince you of your loss. There is incomparable domineering and self-confidence in the last sentence.

"Well, then, I'll compete with you again in three years. "The moonlight under the moonlit night is still cold and expressionless.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and at the same time withdrew the power that was scattered, and in an instant, those still peach blossoms flew and fell in the night wind. After Yaoling, who was lying on the bed, felt the withdrawal of the two breaths that oppressed her, she suddenly sat up, and tears fell.

At this moment, the door creaked and was gently pushed open, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a dark green color appear in the doorway, and she twisted her head into the bed in annoyance.

Feng Zhao walked to the bed, sat opposite the rattle, and looked at her affectionately with a pair of eyes. After a moment, he slowly lifted a jade-like hand, gently lifted her beautiful chin, and twisted her little face around. Seeing the tears on her face, there was a touch of distress in his eyes, knowing that he had just fought with Yueming, and the breath produced was enough to discourage her for a long time.

Gently wiped the tears from her face.

"I've seen who's daughter-in-law surpass her own man in martial arts, huh? No matter how good your martial arts are, you can't match my little finger. He paused for a moment and then said softly: "So, although you are out robbing and making trouble, wouldn't it be better for me to bear the trouble for you?"

"You" Yaoling didn't know whether to cry or laugh, at the moment when the two breaths fought, she understood that it was Fengzhao and Yueming who were fighting, and wanted to get up to persuade her, but she was coerced by the breath of the two of them and couldn't move a bit, which made her annoyed, anxious and ashamed, hating herself for not being good at learning, and she couldn't even resist the skills of the two of them. is angry that he doesn't take himself seriously, and he is afraid that he will accidentally hurt each other.

Seeing Yaoling's delicate face that seemed to be smiling and not smiling, Fengzhao's heart was a little in a trance, and there was an infatuation in his eyes, looking at his crazy eyes, Yaoling's face couldn't help but turn red, and the lights and candles on the table were swaying, reflecting her face more beautifully.

"Did I say you're ugly. Feng Zhao asked.

Yaoling, who was blushing and thinking about avoiding him, suddenly heard Feng Zhao say this, and immediately had an angry look on his face, suddenly lifted off the brocade quilt, got up and was about to go to the ground, and suddenly the whole person was confined by a pair of strong and powerful arms, and before she had time to struggle, her delicate lips were blocked by a hot and unscrupulous block, she wanted to refuse, but suddenly between her lips and teeth, a touch of softness probed in. The delicate body seemed to have been struck by lightning, and it trembled involuntarily. He snorted involuntarily, and circled her arms with some force. The softness in her mouth became a little eager from shallow exploration, spinning to probe deeper, Yaoling no longer had the strength to struggle, from the arms to hold herself, from the softness between her lips and teeth to suppress her breathing, her brain did not have any thoughts, but a certain desire rose in her heart, and she couldn't help but stretch out an arm to wrap around Fengzhao's neck, meet his lips and face, and meet his fanatical kiss.

Another gasp emanated from between her snorts. One of Fengzhao's hands began to roam her delicate body, and Yaoling's heart became more and more eager but also a little scared and shy. The peaks on his chest are stiff like never before.

When Fengzhao's lips reached into her bare white neck, she closed her eyes slightly, looking confused and shy, but her mouth tried to hold on to the last line of defense: "I haven't reached yet." ”

The hand that roamed over her suddenly stopped, and the lips around her neck stopped sliding. After a slight pause, Fengzhao lifted the head lying on her neck, and there was deep love and longing in a pair of handsome eyes.

"Ghost girl, I'm going to Jiang Li tomorrow, and in a month you will be my rightful wife. I think you have any excuses?" he was a little annoyed.

"I'll always have an excuse for not having a big wedding. Yaoling muttered.

"Well, do you want to marry me?" Fengzhao teased a little, and there was heartfelt happiness in the teasing.

"You're unreasonable. Yaoling was angry and ashamed.