The next day, the Plum Pavilion Pavilion, one red and one white sit quietly in the pavilion.

"I heard that Mo Qi entered the Mei Pavilion a few days ago? Why did the prince allow others to enter this Mei Pavilion? Qingfeng asked tentatively.

"Seeing that Fengfeng will be jealous, this king will be much happier?" As he spoke, he went to touch his cheek and let the breeze avoid it. "Feng Feng is really smart, I heard that Feng Feng has found a good home for those refugees, that's 20,000 people!" The king said disapprerovingly.

"It's a Zen master who is kind-hearted and gives them a bowl of porridge." Qingfeng replied unhurriedly.

"Hmph, these Diao people don't know how to resent this king in private, but they have fulfilled the old bald donkey." He was indignant and indignant.

"Those refugees remember the kindness of the master, the master remembers the thoughts of your prince, why is the prince angry." Qingfeng's tone was flat.

"And that General Huang, but he didn't get it for nothing, and there were more soldiers for nothing, but this king didn't leave anything!"

"As for General Huang, he is more plain, and those soldiers are good to him and the imperial city. It's just that I don't know what will happen if the master in the palace knows that he is recruiting troops and horses privately? ”

"Fengfeng really cares about others." The corners of the king's mouth rose, and he smiled slightly, which meant deeply. "One-third of the refugees are old and young and widowed, and now the old bald donkey himself gives porridge, but the king of the imperial city and the king of this city have to follow the money, but the good reputation has fallen to him."

"The prestige of a Zen master is something that these kings should respect. It's not a bad thing to get away from the king. Qingfeng said disapprehantly.

After a pause, he changed the topic and said, "I heard that you recently taught Na Nizi to play the flute, did Feng Feng see that she was a girl early in the morning?" Take a closer look at this Nizi and still have a bit of a posture, but Fengfeng is not allowed to like her! Besides, this king hasn't seen you play the flute for a long time. ”

Qingfeng didn't reply, and looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Li Wang said to himself: "That's it, it's really troublesome to have to face the old fox in a few days." Today, the king is so relaxed and relaxed, and the wind and wind also blow a song for the king. ”

"Why does Ah Li care so much about that child?" Qingfeng asked suddenly, his tone solemn, and the air seemed to be still.

Liwang's face also sank, Qingfeng rarely called him Ah Li, and there were some things that the two never mentioned, but they both knew each other's intentions.

The two stopped talking, playing a zither and a flute, and the tune was "Mountains and Flowing Water".

The outcast wanted to thank the king for yesterday's events, but hesitated and walked away from the vicinity of the Mei Pavilion.

This is how the melodious guzheng floated into her ears, and she listened attentively, as well as the sound of the flute. She is very familiar with this flute, it is the tune that Brother Qingfeng taught her in Liyuan, and it is also the tune that Brother Qingfeng likes to play recently.

Each time, she would hide in the big rocks or grass, close her eyes, and listen quietly to the sound of his flute, like the sound of the water of a mountain stream hitting the broken stones in spring, which is pleasant to the ear. Each time, she would immerse herself in the sound of his flute, imagining the birds and flowers in spring, as if it were in her head.

But it was also every time, when she came out of the sound of the flute and opened her eyes, she could see his gentle face, and his hand reached out to her, and he always knew that she was hiding there. He always smiled and nodded, without saying too much.

He is such a warm person, although he does not have the delicate face of the king, but his inky eyes and shallow smile will always bring warmth and touch.

No wonder he is known as the first prince and general in the world.

The guzheng and the flute are getting closer and closer, and the ensemble of the two instruments is so harmonious, like a heavenly sound. It's romantic! The outcast thought to himself.

But no matter what, she couldn't take her eyes off the two figures in the pavilion.

The white Confucian robe, the light purple hairband casually pulls the back of the hair, and the cyan jade flute is horizontal in the hand, as elegant and beautiful as ever.

Sitting on the kite was simply wrapped in a big red robe, and even in early winter, he would expose his bronzed chest. The red eyes are like red lotus, but they are so dazzling if they don't fight or grab, eh

The ruby-like ornament he wore in front of him was shiny, and his loose hair rose wantonly with the occasional wind, covering his entire face. His quiet demeanor was not inferior to Ji Dan's breeze.

And the two are also very tacit, and the notes flow like flowing water.

What a natural match! I heard outside that this is good for Longyang from the king, and he favors this Ji Dan Qingfeng alone, and the two have a very good relationship. But these two are noble people, and they have never seen them. It is said that there are two people in the city.

Mo Qi felt a little sad inexplicably in his heart, looking at such a beautiful picture, he couldn't bear to disturb it, and left quietly.