The two looked at each other, her eyes were as clear as water, but his eyes were deep and bottomless.

At this moment, Qing Ling forgot his master's warning to "don't approach the Chaoyan royal family again", and the only thought in his mind was to do everything he could to help the man in front of him.

She cleared her throat, "Although I can't participate in the competition this time, several of my senior brothers are very powerful, especially my third senior brother and fourth senior brother. If they win in the end, I'll help you convince them! In fact, even if it is someone else, as long as you explain the reason, they will not disagree! For others, it's just a matter of improving your cultivation less, but for you, it's your life. ”

Mu Chen smiled silently.

Although he made up his mind to gamble with fate, he knew that the odds were unpredictable. After all, there are too many people in and out of the Eastern Continent who want to take his life.

The Fang Shan clan, which is in power and opposition, naturally wants to push Mu Han, who has his own bloodline, to the position of prince. For this reason, the patriarch of Fangshan and the queen of Chaoyan, who was born in the Fangshan clan, spent two hundred years, using all kinds of means, to get rid of the courtiers who supported the eldest prince one by one, and transferred their original power to the hands of their own cronies. Gradually, Emperor Hao's surroundings began to be filled with criticism, impeachment, and even slander against the eldest prince Mu Chen.

The Monan clan, who had a heavy army, was originally the most explicit support for Mu Chen in the four families, but finally chose to side with the queen, and put him to death with a "rebellion" letter signed by Mu Chen himself.

The Lieyang Kingdom north of Chaoyan has always regarded the great prince of Chaoyan as a blood feud, and he wished that he could be broken into thousands of pieces. Two hundred and ninety years ago, taking advantage of the exhaustion of the army after the battle between Chaoyan and Jiuqiu, Jiuyu, the king of Lieyang, led a million-strong army south to Chaoyan, but was beheaded by Mu Chen, the prince of Chaoyan, at Xianxia Pass. Since then, the white-clothed and proud Danfeng Fire Lotus in front of Xianxia Pass has become a shame that has been branded into the hearts of Lieyang people.

Several small states to the south, Yuzhong, Zhong Qi, and Fan Ye, had been suppressed by Chaoyan for hundreds of years, and were simply unable to compete with Emperor Hao's decision. Although Mu Chen's mother was born in the Fanye royal family, the current Panye King is cowardly, timid and fearful, and when the eldest prince gains power, he welcomes him very much, and when he loses power, he can't wait to leave this family relationship clean, and neatly interrupts any audio exchanges.

When he was injured by the punishment of heavenly thunder and his body was incomplete and his life was hanging by a thread, Mu Chen also regretted that he had retained too many illusions about human nature and family affection, and regretted that since the last moment, he still thought that his high-ranking father was not only Emperor Chaoyan, but also his father......

Perhaps, from the very beginning, he was destined to be alone.

Mu Chen was silent for a long time, and slowly spoke: "It's almost late at night, you should go back." ”

Qing Ling shook his head, "I'm not going back!" I'm going to stay here and see with my own eyes that you get the power of the Red Soul Bead! ”

"I promised you, Master, that I would never implicate Chongwu's people in this matter."

Mu Chen's voice was still soft, but there seemed to be a little more undeniable toughness in his tone.

Qing Ling didn't buy it, "It's not you who implicated me, it's me who wants to stay here and watch the excitement." Besides, I'm Chongwu's person, and this Lost Valley Ganyuan is my territory, can you still drive me away? ”

She stared at Mu Chen, "If you drive me away, I'll hide to the side, you can't see it anyway!" If you tell my Master, I'll ...... I'm going to bring Grandma over! ”

When it comes to playing scoundrels, there is absolutely no one in Chongwu who can compare to her.

But this time, Qing Ling felt a little embarrassed.

She stood up with her body propped up, like a child who had done something wrong, avoiding Mu Chen's gaze, "I mean really! Anyway...... Anyway, I got into trouble tonight, and I didn't dare to go back at all......"

Mu Chen was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she suddenly appeared in the Misty Valley Ganyuan tonight, because she was in trouble and wanted to find a place to hide.

He unconsciously lowered his eyes and chuckled, and when he raised his eyes again, he saw that Qing Ling had turned around and ran into the misty valley forest next to him with his skirt lightly raised.

Qing Ling stood still under a maze tree and took a few deep breaths, suppressing the unprovoked panic that was surging in his heart.

She lowered her head, her forehead against the trunk of the tree, her fingers unconsciously picking at the black texture on the bark, and countless images and thoughts flashed in her mind.

When we first met on Bichen Peak, the moonlight pear blossoms fell. He obviously couldn't see himself, but those deep eyes seemed to be reflected in her heart......

When they met again, she remembered the white, slender fingers with which he held the silk handkerchief......

In her dreams, he also appeared, with the fragrance of Lan Zhi......

An emotion that I had never experienced before, both joy and sadness, mixed with a trace of embarrassment, overlapped and spread in my heart.

Why did he laugh like that just now?

Do you think you look silly?

Or is it because she was very useless and got into trouble, and then hid in Gan Yuan as a thief?

Why does it always seem stupid to speak on your own?

Also, would he be angry when he threatened him like that just now?

………

Qing Ling stood under the Maze Valley Tree for a long time, but he didn't come up with an answer, his fingertips drew irregular patterns on the bark, back and forth, round and round.

A faint and subtle sound of the flute came from outside the forest with a whimper.

Qing Ling's movements in his hands paused, and he subconsciously listened intently.

The sound of the flute, high and low, suddenly turned low when it was high to the extreme, and quickly spiraled up when it was low to the extreme, going around and around, ethereal, like a lonely Hong who had forgotten the way home, soaring above the blue waves.

Qing Ling lowered his eyes, listened for a long time, and slowly sat down under the tree.

She took out the organ, pondered for a moment, and plucked the strings.

Another wild goose appeared in the sky above the blue waves, spreading its wings, but deliberately maintaining the opposite undulation with the other. When the sound of the flute is high, the sound of the piano is dull, and when the sound of the flute is low, the sound of the piano is surging like a storm crashing on the shore.

The two kept their own tones and refused to budge.

When Qing Ling was very young, he couldn't even speak well enough, so he began to learn music from Mo Qian.

If Mo Qian's original intention of letting her learn music rhythm was to rub off the "impetuousness" in her blood, then he was a little relieved that at least when Qingling played the piano, she was able to focus much more than usual.

No matter how the sound of the flute swirls and twists, the sound of the piano always competes in an orderly manner. After a long confrontation, the beat of the flute suddenly broke out at the bass, and then the tone was reversed, blending with the sound of the piano.

The wild geese fly together, soaring with wings, and never distinguish each other from each other, the complex sound rises and falls, the pearl jumps lightly, and when the sound falls, it has lingered into a whisper that is difficult to separate.

The song has ended, and the two people inside and outside the Lost Valley Forest are silent.

After a long time, Qing Ling came back to his senses and understood the meaning of the flute sound, and a smile slowly bloomed on his lips.

She put away the organ, got up and walked out of the woods, "You're not going to drive me away?" ”

Mu Chen stood under a maze tree, holding a purple jade flute in his hand, his face was slightly pale, as if the music just now had consumed his great strength.

He raised his eyes and looked at Qing Ling.

In the dazzling light of the valley tree, her red dress fluttered lightly and stood brightly. The smile on his lips was pure, but his posture was a little cramped, and his clear eyes flashed with stubborn wisdom.

The peach and plum are full of romance.

These eight words gently crossed Mu Chen's heart, creating a soft and mysterious feeling.