Coming out of Fushouyuan, the sky was full of stars, the cool evening breeze blew on her shoulders, the night was blurry, and there was a dark fragrance floating.

Lin Qinghe walked alone in the quiet garden, and faintly, there was a crisp flute sound in the night.

The sound of the flute is sometimes melodious and tactful, sometimes low and melancholy, as if the flute player has thousands of lovesickness in his heart, which is incomprehensible after all.

For some reason, after Lin Qinghe heard the sound of the flute, his heart was rolling, and he suddenly had a desire to meet this person, and this thought was very strong.

Lin Qinghe quietly walked to the side of the courtyard wall, shook his hand and shot out the dagger from his sleeve, nailed it to the wall steadily, his body was lightly vertical, with the power of the dagger, the whole person flew up to the wall lightly, and then jumped lightly, and the whole person went out of the Lin Mansion.

She sped away in the direction from which the flute came, her sense of hearing and her ability to discern direction were so sharp that she could discern the direction of even the slightest sound.

The night was vast, the oblique moon hung in the treetops, and there was a faint mist floating in the air, which made the sky and the earth a little hazy.

But the sound of the flute was far away and sometimes near, high and low, as if it was floating from the air.

Lin Qinghe looked up and saw a gray shadow flying in the air not far away, and the flute sound came from there.

At this time, she realized that the surroundings were empty, and she didn't know how long she had been galloping, and she didn't know where she was now, but she saw that all around her was desolate, except for the trees and rocks.

Lin Qinghe couldn't help but be vigilant, the sound of the flute seemed to make her lose her mind, and she forgot what she was going to do.

The gray figure suddenly flew down in the air and pounced towards Lin Qinghe, and Lin Qinghe realized that it was actually a huge Kunpeng bird!

On top of the Kunpeng bird sat a man in black, playing the flute, which was a little low and sad.

It's just that the man's head is covered with a black veil, but he can't see his face, or even his eyes.

Lin Qinghe stood there, looked up at Kunpeng flying in the air, and couldn't help but read to the sound of the flute: "The rattan bed paper tent is up to sleep, and it is not enough to say that there is no good idea. Shen Xiang is intermittently cold in the jade furnace, and my feelings are like water. The flute sounded three times, Mei's heart was shocked, how much spring affection. The light wind and rain are sluggish, and a thousand lines of tears are urged. The man goes to the empty jade building, who does the intestine break and lean on? A branch is broken, and there is no one in the world and heaven who can send it. ”

Her voice couldn't help but rise and fall with the flute, especially at the end, she thought of Huang Zhiyuan, who was still soaked in the medicinal liquid, and almost choked.

The two of them, one reciting words and the other playing flute, actually worked together seamlessly.

Lin Qinghe couldn't help but look at the man sitting on the Dapeng bird again, but he was actually dressed in fluttering clothes, like a fairy.

The Dapeng bird let out a long call, and the sound was very clear, piercing the sky.

Immediately after, the Dapeng bird flapped its wings and flew towards her, and the man in black shook out a soft whip from his hand and flew towards Lin Qinghe.

Lin Qinghe stretched out his hand to catch it, the man exerted his strength slightly, and Lin Qinghe's body flew up, until he flew to the Dapeng Bird, and sat in the man's arms, but that guy did not act obscene at all.

Instead, he gently smoothed the flute in his hand and blocked her waist, while the other hand was placed on her shoulder.

Lin Qinghe looked sideways slightly, it was a pair of very slender hands, very white, very good-looking, but they were a pair of men's hands.

Behind her, the man with a hat on his head and a black veil, was a man with a faint scent of grass.

Lin Qinghe didn't speak, and the man didn't speak, but Lin Qinghe suddenly remembered someone.