The moonlight is like water, washing the white stone road more and more transparently. In the distance, someone blew the jade flute out of nowhere, and the tactful rhyme was Fu Jun's most familiar "Chaotic Red".

Summer and autumn come, and the red flies away; The northern geese returned to the south, and the expedition was huge.

The flute rhyme is clear and bright, which is different from Fu Jun's playing, but it has its own meaning of circulation, which seems to stir up the moonlight in the sky.

Fu Jun was a little stunned in his heart, sighed slightly, and felt ridiculous after a while.

It's just a festival, why is she so emotionally moved today.

Fu Jun shook his head secretly, shook off the thoughts that came to his heart, and walked forward with the moonlight all over the ground.

It's strange to say, that song rhyme is so full of rhyme, it is like a close friend's send-off, until Fu Jun walks to the south courtyard. Only the rest of the moon is sprinkled with sprinkling, and there is indescribable silence.

"It's a really good song." Qingman couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Shi Jiang also whispered: "It's not just good, this is also clever." From the time the girl left the table to the present, it happened to be the end of the song. ”

Fu Jun turned his head slightly, looked at the way he came, and suddenly felt something strange in his heart.

She is not only walking on the moon, but also walking on a song. It's just that the song has been replaced by a flute song, but it also has a different feeling.

After entering the house, Fu Jun couldn't help but glance at the window drawer.

The window drawer is tightly closed, and the moonlight is projected on it, printing a few shadows of the woody trees, and drawing a few freehand strokes.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the moon is like frost.

Zheng had already slept in the main room, and there was no sound in the east corridor and west room. Only the chirping of autumn insects shows the silence of this courtyard.

Fu Jun didn't know why he was looking at the window.

She just felt something unconsciously after hearing the sound of the flute.

She couldn't help but laugh to herself, and turned her mind back.

After entering the house, Shijiang and the others served Fu Jun to remove the hairpin ring. Seeing that the time was not early, he fetched water for Fu Jun to wash, and cleaned up in a short time.

Fu Jun went to the bed/, Qingman closed the silk tent, and adjusted the damper on the candlestick to the minimum, and everyone retreated.

The light in the room dimmed. Fu Jun turned to the side. Looking at the silver lotus tent with heavy silk yarn edges, he was fascinated.

She was still thinking about the sound of the flute.

I don't know who played it, but it was different from what she had heard. Compared with Liu Yun's piano sound, it is another taste.

Maybe it was played by the group of servants raised by the Hou Ye outside. Fu Jun thought lightly.

Tonight, it was Luping's turn to be on duty, and her even breathing sound came from outside the fan.

Fu Jun yawned lightly and closed his eyes......

Suddenly. There was a slight noise in the window drawer. Like the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

Fu Jun opened his eyes suddenly.

She sat up quietly. Picked up the silk tent and glanced out.

Above the curtains, the shadows of the trees slanted horizontally, gently swaying in the night breeze.

Fu Jun paused for a few breaths. After all, he got down to the bed lightly, first put on the pine crane pattern Hangzhou silk jacket hanging on the side of the bed, and then stepped on the soft-soled embroidered shoes, and then walked gently to the window and opened the window drawer a few points.

A cool breeze poured in, carrying the cool fragrance of the wood, like a dream. The moon was hidden in the clouds, and the trees cast mottled shadows on the ground, only a few faint marks.

Fu Jun looked out with great eyes, but there was no human figure, only the sound of the wind shaking the treetops.

She waited another moment, but there was still silence around her.

Fu Jun couldn't say what it felt, but he felt that he was a little too suspicious.

She quietly closed the window, suddenly noticed something strange behind her, and looked back to see a person standing by the lamp, with broad shoulders and long legs, dressed in a dark robe, and his icy eyes were as fine as stars under the dim lamp and candle.

Meng Yuan?!

Fu Jun raised his hand to cover his mouth, swallowed the soft cry that came out of his mouth, but his heart pounded several times.

I'm really going to be scared to death by this man.

This guy suddenly appeared silently, is this specifically to scare her?

"You ......"

Fu Jun only spit out one word and swallowed back the words below.

Luping is still outside the fan. This girl has always been very vigilant when she sleeps, what if she wakes up?

Meng Yuan looked at Fu Jun, and the corners of his lips involuntarily hooked.

She was like a frightened little animal. Her black hair was scattered over her shoulders, shining in the candlelight, which was very different from her usual feeling.

It's petite and a little ...... Weak.

Meng Yuan's eyes deepened.

It wasn't the first time he had looked at her, but he had never seen her so clearly at such a moment.

Her face is really beautiful.

The skin is as smooth as jade, glowing under the candle flame; A pair of long eyebrows are not in the shape of willow leaves like ordinary women, but the tips of the eyebrows are slightly haloed, and the eyebrows are slightly raised, as if they were drawn by Cui Dai; And her eyes, all of them were clear, and at this time, perhaps because of the night, there was a trace of water in these clear eyes, and when she looked at him, it was like a misty lake in the early morning, and it was condensed on his face.

Meng Yuan's throat rolled slightly.

In the next moment, he had taken a step back.

"Don't worry." His voice was hoarse, "Your maid can't wake up for the time being." ”

The sound was like a night, deeper and more mellow than ever.

Fu Jun understood a little.

No wonder Meng Yuan was able to come from the other direction, he couldn't say what he had done. After all, these heroes who can come and go are not within the reach of a scumbag like her.

She settled down, and then she realized that she was now untidy, and her hair was still scattered.

Maybe it's because he has lived in ancient times for too long, Fu Jun actually feels a little embarrassed.

She wrapped her coat tightly, and raised her hand to sweep her sideburns.

That's really ...... It's awkward.

Whether it was her dress, or the time or place where Meng Yuan appeared, there was an indescribable awkwardness.

Fu Jun stabilized his mind and asked, "Why are you here?" Is there something wrong? ”

The aura on Meng Yuan's body became a little cold for a moment.

"Something is true." Meng Yuan said in a deep voice, a hand reached into his sleeve, and his fingertips touched the soft and silky material.

Fu Jun looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

However, his movements stopped.

It was a long time before he took his hand out of his sleeve, but it was empty.

Fu Jun noticed the tip of his eyebrows move.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

Meng Yuan cleared his throat in a low voice: "It's okay, it's my subordinate who received the news." Your stepmother asked someone to steal something from you. ”

Fu Jun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his eyes were as cold as ice.

Not again.

She really doesn't understand, doesn't Zheng feel bored? Obviously, she already has a son by her side, she just needs to raise Fu Zhang well, and the future will not be wrong. But she was reluctant to reach out to her stepdaughter.

Fu Jun exhaled a long breath, and there was coldness in his expression: "What did she steal?" ”

"Veil." Meng Yuan's voice was still a little hoarse. (To be continued.) )