Ziling stood silently on the side, looking at the side face of the young lady, reflecting a faint coldness under the moonlight, the smile faintly hanging on her lips revealed a bit of evil, and her eyes were so bright, like a spirit fox in the dark night, and like a queen who was the only one, strategizing.

Such a young lady is feared and revered, and she can only watch from a distance, and she does not dare to make a sound to disturb her.

Ziling just stared silently for a few seconds, as if she had stopped by her side for a long time.

Then he left silently and disappeared into the night.

Suddenly, a melodious flute sounded across the silent night sky.

Leng Qinlan's long eyelashes twitched, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Who plays the flute near Baiyunguan?

It's not that the flute doesn't sound good, but it's out of place when it sounds.

After a slight pause, Leng Qinlan jumped out of the window and walked in the direction where the flute came from.

The sound of the flute comes from the apricot forest in the back mountain of Baiyun Temple.

Leng Qinlan did not deliberately hide her traces, and stepped into the forest with familiarity.

And the flute did not stop because of her intrusion, every note flowed naturally, as if the flute was completely immersed in his own pleasure, completely deaf to the distractions outside.

Getting closer and closer, Leng Qinlan could clearly see a figure sitting on the ground with his back against an apricot tree.

The sky was dark, and only a rough outline could be seen, an ordinary figure.

The sound of the flute still danced naturally in the night sky, and Leng Qinlan stood a few meters away from the man.

If you can really not be disturbed, it is quite refreshing to listen to it so quietly.

The sound of this flute has a certain magical power, which makes people feel very comfortable when they listen to it, like a bubbling spring, like a gentle breeze, or a drizzle moistening the leaves that have been dry for a long time.

At the end of the song, Leng Qinlan was still a little unsatisfied, leaning on the apricot tree, staring at the back of the person who slowly stood up from the ground in front of her.

The man twirled the flute in his hand and tucked it in his sleeve, turned around and walked in the direction where Leng Qinlan was.

Leng Qinlan stood upright and silently watched the man get closer to her little by little, the closer she got, the clearer she could see.

Tall, thin, light-footed, nothing special about his body, but his temperament is excellent.

Fairy Wind Dao Bone.

Leng Qinlan's mind unconsciously burst out of such a word.

"Does it sound good?" The man stopped three steps away from Leng Qinlan, and it was like the beautiful flute sound, and a low voice came from his mouth.

The moonlight poured into the forest through the cracks in the almond trees, and a beam passed through the side of the man's face.

Half of the face is clearer, and the other half falls into the shadows, revealing an inexplicable weirdness.

This is a delicate face, which can also be described as beautiful, with a cinnabar mole in the middle of the forehead, which adds a bit of enchantment to this man with a strange atmosphere.

"Sounds good." Leng Qinlan praised it absurdly, and of course she didn't show too much curiosity.

Walking in the rivers and lakes for several years, she has not seen all kinds of strange people, from the initial surprise to the habitual, she has already practiced her face without changing her color.

"Do you want to listen to another song?" The man smiled.

There are many kinds of laughter.

"No, thank you!" Leng Qinlan is a person who can resist temptation, politely refuses, and expresses her gratitude for the song she heard that is enough to circle the beam for three days.

The man smiled again, did not hide any subtle expression because of Leng Qinlan's refusal, and continued to take two steps forward.

One step away from Leng Qinlan, although she was taller than her, she didn't have the sense of oppression that Luo Chenfeng brought her, a very gentle feeling.

"It's a lot taller." The man looked at Leng Qinlan with a smile in his eyes.

That smile was like a crescent moon in the sky, bright and bright.

"Huh?" Leng Qinlan was stunned for a moment before she realized that the person was talking about her ...... Tall?

coldly said that she was much taller, that is, compared with before.

Before, he had seen her?

Leng Qinlan quickly searched for the memories of more than four years, but she had no impression.

He then searched for the memories of the original owner, including from when he had memories since childhood...... Or not.

After thinking about it quickly, Leng Qinlan didn't find any figure about this man in her memory.

She shouldn't forget about jì, such a man, even a quick glance will be remembered.

Especially the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows, owned by a man, is really special.

Leng Qinlan's contemplative micro-expression made the man's brows furrow slightly, and he sighed slightly, as if he was very sad.

She hurt him?

Leng Qinlan's eyes were full of doubts.

"I'll play another tune." The man didn't ask Leng Qinlan's opinion, and after staring at Leng Qinlan for a few seconds, he turned around and walked to the apricot tree next to him, sat down cross-legged again, and pulled the flute out of his sleeve.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded again.

Different from the previous tune, this one, like a call from ancient times, is faint, as if it wants to wake up all things that are sleeping.

Following the sound of the flute, Leng Qinlan thought of the person she had "forgotten" for four years.

In her previous life, she had no relatives, only the loving mentor, the superior who gave her orders, and then a corpse in the dissection room waiting to be examined......

However, it seems that memory is looking further into the past.

I don't know how far it will be.

Leng Qinlan shook her head vigorously, not wanting to be disturbed by the flute again.

The flute was an ordinary flute, without any force effect, but it seemed to be able to penetrate deep into her brain.

Was it to remind her of what happened between her and him?

Leng Qinlan was also very curious, but she was very careful not to let herself be disturbed by outsiders, so she planned to condense her skills to close her hearing.

At this moment, the flute stopped abruptly.

The man stood up and smiled slightly, the smile was extremely enchanting, not belonging to the beauty that a man can have.

"Alright, that's all for tonight, let's go back to sleep."

After speaking, the man didn't wait for Leng Qinlan to reply, then turned around and walked outside the apricot forest.

The emaciated figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Dream......

A sad and helpless dream.

Leng Qinlan desperately wants to save someone, that person is a part of her life, she doesn't want to lose!

But she was so powerless, she gave up her pride, gave up her dignity, and kept begging.

"Please, let him go, let him go—"

She didn't know who she was begging for, only that she wanted to save "him".

"Let her go...... Let him go......"

One after another, one after another, begging, heartbreaking.

Luo Chenfeng, who was in the Chu Palace, was also awakened by a throbbing pain.

It was as if he had a nightmare, but he sealed his memories in the dust, and he didn't dare to think about it casually, and he wouldn't touch the memories buried in the depths until he took a specific medication or was undisturbed.

It's not him, that's her?

Luo Chenfeng got up immediately, picked up the coat on the back of the chair, and left the Chu Palace.

Shangguan Qingqing knew about going to Leng Qinlan, and he also knew that Leng Qinlan went to Baiyun Temple.

Therefore, Luo Chenfeng left the palace and rode directly to Baiyun Temple.

Baiyun Temple has a plaque given by the emperor on its head, and no one is allowed to trespass. Of course, this rule can only be used for those who come to Baiyun Temple openly, let alone a plaque for thieves who sneak behind their backs, even if they want to enter with iron walls, they don't rely on their own skills to do it casually?

Luo Chenfeng went around the Baiyun Temple and didn't find Leng Qinlan.

Could it be that he went so early to prepare for the two million pieces of silver?

At this time, Luo Chenfeng didn't feel any pain, the nightmarish throbbing pain disappeared after waking up, he knew that Leng Qinlan was fine, but he still felt the need to see her in person.

Luo Chenfeng stood at the back of the White Cloud Temple, in front of an inconspicuous courtyard.

This courtyard looks like the place where Leng Qinlan lived, and the display style is as simple as the small courtyard in Leng's house, and there is a green seedling in the courtyard that cannot be named.

There is a road at the back of the yard that leads to the back hill.

Luo Chenfeng held his breath and concentrated on the strength to collect suspicious sounds nearby.

The night is very quiet, and there seems to be some noise in the mountains and forests behind.

Luo Chenfeng's eyes were like wild leopards, and he quickly swept towards the forest.

He heard it, it was Leng Qinlan's voice.

He had heard this voice once, that is, in the Chu Palace, in his room.

That is, the time when Leng Qinlan was stunned by the spider, and in her nightmare, she made this sad and helpless pleading voice, over and over again.

Following the sound, Luo Chenfeng couldn't help but speed up and rushed into the apricot forest.

Walking through the lush forest, the source of the sound was finally found.

Luo Chenfeng recognized at a glance the man who had fallen to the ground and curled up in a ball shivering.

It's not Leng Qinlan, who else could it be?!

Rushing over like an arrow, Luo Chenfeng picked up Leng Qinlan.

The face is full of tears, the face is full of mud, and a face is already crying.

"Qin Lan? Qin Lan? Luo Chenfeng whispered softly in Leng Qinlan's ear.

Leng Qinlan seemed to be immersed in the deepest part of the nightmare, unable to extricate herself, trembling and curled up like a frightened cat.

This is her weakest side, her unknown side, and she also has a heavy stone hidden in her heart...... Hiding someone?

"Qin Lan, wake up!" Luo Chenfeng gently patted Leng Qinlan's face.

He was afraid that the movements would be heavy, and his voice would be loud enough to startle her in the nightmare, but the gentle strength obviously didn't work much.

What happened? How could she dream here?

What was she doing alone in this apricot grove at night?

A series of questions floated through Luo Chenfeng's mind like a barrage.

Leng Qinlan's hand was looking for something randomly.

Luo Chenfeng knew that she must have wanted to catch the person in her dream, and gently handed her his hand.

Touching the broad palm, Leng Qinlan held it in one hand, tightly, tightly......

It seems that this can make her feel at ease, so that her feelings can gradually calm down.

Leng Qinlan's breathing gradually stabilized, and her curled body gradually stretched, only her face was still against Luo Chenfeng's chest, and she didn't wake up, but fell asleep peacefully......

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