The cool breeze blew through the peach blossoms and welcomed the small window, Murong Xue lay in the small window and looked at the yellow, orange and orange crescent moon, remembering life in modern times, and smiled secretly.

"Since the heavens and the earth are so great, where is not my place of refuge?" I'm glad I left that nasty world.

The little hands stroke slowly.

Master said that this piece of jade was found in her (the original owner of this body).

But no matter how you think about it, you can't remember what kind of story this piece of jade has.

It looks clear and smooth and extremely comfortable to the touch. The pattern on it is a phoenix, the carving is meticulous, exquisite, concave and convex, and the delicate outline looks very comfortable. Even people who don't understand jade can see that this is a fine piece of ink jade, and it is worth a lot of money.

It's a pity that the fly in the ointment is that it is not a complete piece of jade.

It's only half!

Thinking about it, I thought about it again, the memory of the original owner, and the master said that he was looking for an opportunity to restore her memory.

I don't know when it will be restored.

Thinking about it, I gradually fell asleep.

Suddenly, melodious music pulled out of my sleep.

pinched the corners of the quilt, the nerves were inexplicably tense, and the sound of the piano was so familiar.

Listen carefully, "It's 'agarwood'!" "Lift the quilt and get up violently.

The sound of the piano fluctuated high and low, fast and slow coordinated, endlessly, and it was abnormally piercing Murong Xuetian's nerves.

I put on my shoes and followed the direction of the piano.

"Agarwood Yin" is Murong Xuetian's favorite song in the 21st century, this song she began to learn when she was 7 years old, and it is also one of her best in ancient music.

I don't know who is playing, why it is playing at this time, and why it is playing.

But what she does know is that this person must be inextricably linked to another world.

Agarwood was taught by a master in another world, and she was excited, and she silently recited in her heart: "Master, Master, Master."

Murong Xuetian didn't know where to get Zhu Xiao, gently put it to his lips, and blew along with the sound of the piano.

The person who played the piano did not stop plucking and playing the strings at this sudden noise, but continued to play.

The sound of the piano is like the advent of the night, giving people endless deep thought, endless reverie, the quiet night with the sound of the piano flute, it seems that there are agarwood flowers slowly blooming in the moonlight.

The coordination between the piano and the flute is impeccable and harmonious.

The playing technique is quite skillful!

The song was played quickly, and Murong Xue leaned out of the peach tree that was covering her figure and walked towards the man in blue and said, "The sound of the piano is serious, cold and high-key, this agarwood yin gong plays so easily, it must be played often, right?" The young man let go of the strings and stood up, walked around Murong Xue and returned to Murong Xue.

Looking at the person in front of him, he frowned, why is it a child!

Why not Master?

"You, why are you playing this tune?" Murong Xuetian still couldn't help asking.

"I also want to ask why you blow so subtly." A child's voice is emotionless, inaudible to joy or surprise, a tone of contempt and disdain.

The boy held up Murong Xue's chin with his right hand, and said to the woman in front of him: "It's just playing when you're fine, but you, your Xiao can work seamlessly with this piano, and now it seems that I really underestimate you, a pampered princess." ”

Murong Xue slapped the boy's hand away and said loudly, "Hey! Are you familiar with each other? This girl just arose just in time, this would have been hundreds of years ago. It's you, it's best not to look for trouble, Murong Xuetian died as early as Xuanchen Palace. ”

She didn't want to tell him about this child's provocation, she was not the real Murong Xuetian, she and him were not the same era at all, this Xuetian was not the other Xuetian.

Since coming into this world, she has been overwhelmed by so many things, especially this ancient custom of life!

Take this little boy, who is no more than eight years old at most, and speaks almost like a modern man in his twenties. Especially his disdainful tone, it really made him feel the urge to shoot him to death!

The boy still said disdainfully: "It seems that your injury is almost healed, and your temper is not small." Murong Xue took two steps back and stammered at the man: "You...... You, how do you know? Oh~ I know, you must be Master's eldest disciple - Duan Lingfeng. Murong Xue suddenly realized.

The bamboo leaves kept falling down and landed on the shoulders and heads of the two of them.

The falling moonlight shone like flowing water.

The boy sneered, "Why bother with so much nonsense when you know?" Duan Lingfeng replied impatiently, bent down to pick up the piano and rubbed shoulders with Murong Xue.

Murong Xuetian was the only one left in the quiet bamboo forest, and the joy and annoyance that came from nowhere kept washing away her original mood, Murong Xuetian sat on the small stone bench and couldn't help but think of Duan Lingfeng's personality and what happened next.

"If you come here, you will be safe, forget it, forget it." Murong Xue stood up and admired the silence in the bamboo forest.

When people concentrate on doing one thing, the most infuriating thing is being disturbed by others, let alone Chu Fei, who is not very good in Murong's impression.

Murong Xuetian was disturbed by this headless and brainless Chu Fei, and lost the mood to enjoy the flowers, and loudly accused the third senior brother who was sweating profusely in front of him: "What are you shouting!" It's all your fault, the good mood is gone! ”

Chu Fei wiped the beads of sweat from his head, and not only did he not get a good face for Murong Xuetian's kindness, but he also received a scolding for it, and he couldn't help but feel a little psychologically unbalanced, and said angrily to Murong Xuetian: "Master told you to come over, if you don't go, forget it!" Don't blame me when the time comes! I'm! With a cold snort, he rushed out of the bamboo forest.

The back that gradually dissipated, Murong Xue didn't want to follow immediately.

Since she has worshiped Bai Zhengyin as a teacher, Bai Zhengyin is looking for her, so she naturally can't put on a posture of not moving.

Murong Xuetian followed Chu Fei's shadow closely into a tall bamboo forest, and slowly, the surroundings of the bamboo forest gradually quieted down, and only the chirping of insects, the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves, and the sound of his own footsteps with every step he took could be heard.

Murong Xue was standing alone in the forest surrounded by bamboo trees on all sides, and she didn't know when she disappeared Chu Fei's shadow, and there was no doubt that she lost it.

Each of the tall bamboos is independent and does not grow together, and when you enter it, it is like inadvertently entering a labyrinth that you can never get out.

Murong Xuetian was like a headless fly looking for an exit in the bamboo forest, Murong Xuetian regretted letting Chu Fei go, and now she was alone She had to evoke the name of the person in front of her, and what responded to her was not a beautiful and childish male voice, but an echo of her own voice and a frightened bird's call.

Murong Xue was tired of running, holding on to a bamboo tree, looking up, watching the sun shine through the dense bamboo leaf light net, her head full of crystal sweat, and she didn't hesitate to wet her clothes one after another.

Murong Xue lowered her head and panted loudly, as if she was a little desperate.

The quiet bamboo forest set off Murong Xuetian's mood, Murong Xuetian slowly squatted down along the straightness of the bamboo tree, covering his face with his hands, and sobbing came from Murong Xuetian.

She cried, it was the first time she cried in this unknown world, she thought a lot about not knowing what the master would think about whether he would come to her, and she didn't know how to go on the road of revenge for Murong Xuetian's identity as a princess, if she died again in this world, would her twenty-seven-year-old soul and seven-year-old body also disappear from this world?

Just when Murong Xue was full of suspicion, the sound of the piano made her stop crying, and Murong Xue followed the sound of the piano to find the source, but the sound of the piano was more and more harsh.

Murong Xuetian didn't continue to look for an exit, the piercing sound of the piano made her head feel a huge pain, and she covered her ears with her hands and shouted loudly, but she couldn't stop the sound and pain at all. The sound of the piano continued, and a bright red butterfly flew towards Murong Xue.