"Bird Pavilion has a new owner, I don't know what kind of woman it will be this time, let's go and see." Mo Crow said slightly teasingly.

"I'm not interested." Bai Feng pursed his lips, but there was a sigh in his heart, another woman was about to fall into Ji Wuye's hands and be devastated.

The white bird spreads its wings and flies past the guards, over the tall pavilions, and towards the center of Sinjeong Fortress, where the most beautiful building in all of Korea sits the Bird Pavilion.

Dusk falls, the night is dotted with little stars, brilliant and dazzling, and on the eaves of the Bird Pavilion on the ground, there are many lights like stars, embellished with the Bird Pavilion Ambilight, and the beautiful scenery is no worse than the Milky Way. A winding bridge connects its main building with two annexes, and at the top is a hard-to-find pearl that radiates a dark blue glow in the dark night.

On the flying corners of the eaves paved with cyan rubble, two figures, one white and one black, were hidden in the afterglow of the lights.

"You lost just now, and you have to do something for me. Accompany me to see the General's new prey. ”

With a word, the ink crow flew to the highest point of the Bird Pavilion, staring at the open window without blinking, and did not forget to judge the matter. And Bai Feng hesitated for a moment, followed, landed on the eaves under the ink crow, and turned his back.

"Well, that's good, mmmm." Mo Crow nodded appreciatively, turned his head and told Bai Feng.

"Don't you get bored when you come here every time you come here?" Bai Feng stood there steadily, a little irritable, he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

The ink crow jumped down, quickly moved to Bai Feng's side, and teased: "Every time you hit the nail on the head, don't you feel bored?" ”

"I have a question in my heart that I want to ask you, and I have always wanted to ask it, but I dare not ask it." The words were a little joking, but then they showed a hint of depression.

"You ask!" Bai Feng was a little strange, Mo Crow liked to tease himself when he didn't have a task, how could his tone be serious now, Bai Feng then turned his head and replied.

"You have to answer seriously." Mo Crow pulled Bai Feng's shoulders and leaned against him, his face was forced to be close, and he said in a serious tone: "You, are you naturally afraid of women? ”

When this sentence came out, Mo Crow's face could no longer hold back, and he laughed first.

"What did you say?" Bai Feng was angry for a while, and his body struggled slightly, wanting to stay away from the ink crow.

"Aren't you afraid, let's prove it." After speaking, Mo Crow pushed Bai Feng's shoulder, and without half a minute of procrastination, he directly led him to the window of the Bird Pavilion.

"You guy!" Bai Feng was held up and brought up, and began to shout. Under Bai Feng's gaze, Mo Crow's left hand quietly opened the window of the Bird Pavilion, the window had been opened by Mo Crow, and now he reached out and opened it even wider, so that Bai Feng could see more clearly.

The breeze blew the curtains, revealing a beautiful back, and around her were six or seven square palace lamps, which rose gracefully in the lampshades, reflecting the peaceful and unpredictable atmosphere in the pavilion. Her fingers were constantly jumping, as if she were playing a beautiful music.

"How many points do you think this woman can score?" Mo Crow stretched out his index finger and touched his chin, and then said, "I think I can score nine." ”

Bai Feng, who was inseparable from the ink crow, knew that the ink crow's vision had always been very high, and this time he would give a woman a score of nine. He turned his head curiously, and he turned his gaze to the woman in the Pavilion.

He wears an emerald headdress with white beads. Two silver-white headbands are worn on the back of the head, with green and white beads hanging down on the front sides, and three rows of white beads of regular size connected to the back of the headbands. The hairpin is a phoenix-shaped copper hairpin with jade-colored beads. Her long hair was tied into a bun, and the rest of her hair was scattered like jet-black silk satin, gently fluctuating in the soft evening breeze, and fluttering in the wind.

A pair of starry eyes are as calm as water, willow eyebrows like the moon, long eyelashes drooping, and she didn't open her eyes, but her delicate silhouette is enough to make any man's heart move. The delicate nose, the cheeks are slightly red, the red lips are dotted, the goose egg cheeks are red and halo, the crystal clear skin is like frost and snow, the body is graceful, and the demeanor is elegant and pure.

She wore a pale yellow robe with wide sleeves and long skirts, the hard collar was a gorgeous golden sheen, and the hem of the gown spread out behind her like a blooming flower.

There is no expression on the beautiful face, only indifference and tranquility. She didn't seem to notice the two people outside. "Well, maybe it's nine and a half. You tell me? Mo Crow asked the brother next to him in a low voice, but saw that he just looked at the beauty's hand a little blankly.

Curious, Mo Crow couldn't help but set his eyes on the beauty's hands, but only sighed with a little regret: "Hey, is there something wrong with her hands?" Heck, that's going to take at least one point, no, two. ”

"She's playing the piano. I'm playing an invisible piano. Bai Feng turned a deaf ear and muttered in a low voice. In my heart, I was surprised and abnormal, and I played music without a piano. Yes, Bai Feng was 100% sure of his feelings, that woman, she must be playing the piano, playing an inaudible tune.

"Hey, boy, I'm stunned! How's that, this one is beautiful, isn't it? Mo Crow gently bumped Bai Feng's shoulder and asked with a light smile.

The beautiful melody of "Ding Dong, Ding Dong ......" is spreading silently, rippling and spreading in all directions.

Although she was amazed in her heart, Bai Feng's answer was undeniable: "Although she was born beautiful, but in the hands of Ji Wuye, the ending is the same." ”

followed Bai Feng to the corner of the cornice, luck jumped, his body fell, and he wanted to leave here. It seems that as long as you stay for a few more moments, you can't stand the overflowing thoughts in your heart.

Mo Crow looked at Bai Feng's departing figure, and sneered in his nose: "Hmph, to live is to live, why do you want to do so much." Although he said this, the person still flew away in the direction of Bai Feng.

Two people with very different personalities have completely different answers, but who knows if their hearts are really different at this moment.

……

On the other side of the eaves, in a corner that no one could see, Wei Zhuang also looked at the woman in the Bird Pavilion, watching her rhythmically dance her slender and white onion fingers, jumping and playing in the air. Although it was silent, Wei Zhuang was able to understand the artistic conception of this song, his eyes were staring tightly, his heart followed the beat, his mood gradually relaxed, listening to this silent music, and fell into intoxication.

Wei Zhuang didn't notice it at all, his mind was already attracted by this silent qin music, and now that he was anyone, anyone who knew some martial arts could kill him in the palm of his hand.

Now Wei Zhuang, his eyes are closed, and the expression on his face is like a face in Sichuan opera, changing, joy, anger, sorrow, fear and laughter, gloomy for a while, pale for a while, smiling for a while, and grief-stricken for a while, as if he is in a state of madness.

"Dong" is like throwing a stone into the calm water of a lake, Wei Zhuang opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes seemed to penetrate the thick plank in front of him, sharp and deep. The mind is clear, cool and penetrating all over the body, and Wei Zhuang at this time even has a feeling that he wants to scream. But he endured it hard, and after checking his luck, he found that the qi in his body was much stronger and more docile, and he was more handy in using it.

He knew that the woman in the Bird Pavilion had given him a great opportunity. The power of the music washed away the dust of Wei Zhuang's soul - in the past, he was always between the real and the unreal, he thought that he was in a more real dream, and when he woke up, he would return to the modern era after a thousand years and continue to live from 9 to 5. Now, he knew that he had transformed into a real Warring Statesman, and he had given up the illusory illusion of returning to the future. Perhaps, this is what Master often calls "the power of the heart."

What kind of song is this, and what kind of woman is this? And what is her true identity?

Wei Zhuang was very curious about this, she was like an unsolved mystery, igniting the fire of interest in her heart. Originally, he just saw Bai Feng and Mo Crow's chasing game, and knew that Bai Feng would do things under his subordinates in the future, so he followed over to take a look.

Do you want to make jade? Wei Zhuang vaguely remembered her name, but unfortunately since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals, and they don't see white heads in the world, and she finally died of fragrant jade, which makes people sigh.

There was also a girl who once had this name hundreds of years ago. According to the "Chronicles of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty", she was the daughter of Qin Mugong, who liked and was proficient in music. The person she loves is the bosom friend she is looking for - Xiao Shi of Shanxiao. She and he were in harmony, and finally stepped on the dragon and flew away on the phoenix, flying to the green and long sky, and flying to the eternal leisure.

A happiest woman, a legend that is too perfect, has become a warm dream in the autumn moon and spring breeze of thousands of young people and girls in later generations.

What about the stunning girl in front of you, who is also named Langyu? The same name is not the same fate, the judgment of cloud and mud, the world is different. Fortunately and unfortunately, it is really indescribable, and the way is unclear. She likes to play the piano, but she has no piano to play, and she wants to put her heart into Yaoqin, but she has few friends, and who will listen to the broken strings? .

Wei Zhuang, who stood firmly on the cornice, calmed down and thought quietly for a while, and sighed, perhaps, he should return her favor and save her life if necessary. Anyway, his appearance is a butterfly that may affect the development of the plot, and the wind and waves caused by the vibration of its wings make it even more magnificent.

"Thank you." Wei Zhuang whispered to Lang Yu, who was sitting in the lamplight, then turned to face the dim night sky, brushed his sleeves and left.

Sitting on the edge of the window, looking at the night view, Langyu's green fingers are still playing in the air, playing her unique music. There was still no expression on her beautiful face, only indifference and tranquility, and everything in the outside world seemed to be completely unable to disturb her, except for the sandalwood and the breeze.