The night is deep, and the moonlight tonight is exceptionally bright, shining the snow all over Xuancheng.

In the East Palace of the Imperial City, the pear blossom forest bloomed brilliantly, and the pear petals slowly fell with the snowflakes, spreading a layer of silver white on the ground.

In the middle of the forest, Luo Ziyan only wore a thin white dress, and the purple mink cloak was draped crookedly over her shoulders. The purple smoke is highlighted, and the snow-white skin is looming, which makes people particularly angry.

The skirt fluttered in the wind, and the white figure was like a fairy descending from the earth.

Ziyan absentmindedly played with the jade flute in her hand, her slender ten fingers beating regularly, and the jade flute seemed to come to life in her hand.

Since returning to the East Palace, Ziyan's mind has been filled with deep kisses in the sea of flowers, and those dark and gentle eyes.

Warm, kind.

The pitch-black pupils melted the 10,000-year-old ice and snow in Ziyan's heart, as if they could contain all her willfulness.

Lying on the bed, my mind was full of his figure.

Ziyan couldn't sleep after lying on the bed for a long time, so she simply got up and ran to the yard in a daze.

Bringing the jade flute to his mouth, the melodious voice of vicissitudes slowly poured out. The perfect technique made the blue sea and blue sky make a peerless flute sound. Sometimes melodious, sometimes low, it's mesmerizing.

The skirt fluttered, and the straight of the purple smoke station had merged with the surrounding pear blossom trees, silent in their own world.

Under the moon before the flowers, the flute is accompanied, the shadow is isolated, and there is a beautiful woman.

The desolate tone flowed towards the bright moon, and the brilliance fell to the ground, bringing down the peerless flute sound.

"Boom!" Suddenly there was a gentle sound of the piano in the courtyard next door, like a hundred miles deep pool, as if soothing, like caressing, trying to soothe the sadness of the flute.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The gentle and masculine sound of the piano began to intermittently follow the flow of the flute.

Gradually, the sound of the piano kept up with the speed of the flute.

Masculine and warm like a warm court, feminine and sad like a weeping moon. Two peerless music sounds swirled upward, a dragon and a phoenix flying around the moon.

True Qi flowed out of his body, and the pear blossoms around him began to spin. Hundreds of pear petals swirl around a point in two adjacent yards.

When the music reaches its climax, the flute suddenly becomes sharp, and the song weeps blood, and the mourning turns for a long time.

The sound of the piano was as low as a rock, and the strong sound wave swept in, dragging the gradually weak flute, and the two voices slowly fell to the ground.

After the song, the pear blossoms slowly fell to the ground again, and the moonlight was still pouring, as if the peerless fairyland just now had never appeared.

Luo Ziyan slowly lowered her hands, her face pale and gasping for breath.

The blue sea and blue sky were given by the master, and this sad song is extremely laborious, even if it is purple smoke, in the end, it has to be supported by the blue tilt to not stop in an instant.

In the courtyard across the wall, Hua Lantian silently put away the piano, his face so gloomy that he could drip water. Raising his head and looking at the next door, there was endless worry in his eyes.

This is still the most desperate and low song that Hua Lan has ever heard.

Ziyan, how bitter is your heart?

The next day, when the two pairs of dark circles met their eyes, the two laughed out loud, and the distance between the two was much closer all of a sudden, and the embarrassment of yesterday disappeared invisibly.

"I can't play yesterday's tune anymore." Suppressing his laughter, Hua Lan said with a serious face.

"Why, I still want to blow it, every day, really!" Luo Ziyan remembered what Lan Tilt had done yesterday, and deliberately said angrily. It should be that he was afraid that he would not believe it and added a true one at the end, Hua Lantian laughed directly, and raised his hand dotingly and touched Ziyan's little head.

This girl is really getting more and more cute, what about the melancholy princess yesterday?

Why?

Because people who are always accustomed to burying the sorrow of the bones in their hearts.

Not good.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the sea of flowers to play."

"What's so fun about that?" Luo Ziyan was suddenly surprised.

"Nope."

"But we didn't ride yesterday. In the sea of flowers. After a deliberate pause in the middle, he successfully saw Luo Ziyan's little face that collapsed instantly, and continued with satisfaction.

As soon as Ziyan heard this, she immediately became energetic and shouted excitedly. "Let's go, let's go! I'm going to be a little white. ”

Xiaobai is yesterday's best horse, which is one in a hundred, and Ziyan gave the name - Xiaobai.