"Do you like it?" Seeing that Feng Yu rarely loved an item so much, Uncle Mo Ze's eyebrows couldn't help but be dyed with a layer of joy.

"I like it." Feng Yan bowed his head and said, "I remember that this flute should be a pair, right?" ”

According to legend, a hundred years ago, there were two best friends of the good flute, and one of the biggest wishes in their lives was to find two peerless flutes.

It's a pity that no matter how much they traveled through the mountains and rivers and ancient temples, and searched for the five lakes in the two states, they did not find the peerless flute in their minds.

Until the two of them had white temples, when they passed by Jin Yu's ice field in their twilight years, they found two jade flutes with bright green and blue on the ice field!

Although the appearance of these two jade flutes is extremely similar, when you hold them in your hand, they are very different.

A green jasper flute that feels cold to the touch. The other green jasper flute is warm to the touch.

This kind of surprising discovery made the two best friends, without saying a word, raised their hands and played a song with great interest.

The jade flute feels cold in the hand, the sound of the flute is clear and pleasant, and the people who listen to it are refreshing and happy.

The jade flute with a warm feel, the flute sound is tactful and long, and the hearts of those who listen to it are warm and appropriate, which is very beautiful.

When the song ended, the two of them had a heart, and shouted three times in unison, "Good flute!" Good flute! Good flute! ”

Then, because this flute was obtained by them by chance, and they didn't know its name, they took matters into their own hands and named the ice flute Hanxiang flute and the warm flute Nuan Youdi.

"Hmm." Uncle Mo Ze smiled.

"What about Nuanyu?" Feng Yan asked.

"Here in this king." Uncle Mo Ze said.

"Oh......" Feng Yu touched the Hanxiang flute in his hand, lowered his eyes, and responded as if he didn't have anything.

"How?" Looking at a certain woman who was in a depressed mood for a moment, Uncle Mo Ze raised the folding fan with a smile and gently knocked on the door of Feng Xiang's head, "I have already given you Hanxiang, do you still want the warmth of this king?" ”

"Ahem." His mind was seen through, Feng Yan blinked his eyes and turned his head in embarrassment, "How dare Ben general." ”

Uncle Mo Ze's love for this flute must be no less than hers.

"Heh......" Uncle Mo Ze unfolded the folding fan, leaned on the back of the chair, and fanned the fan without a match, "Is there anything in this world that Yu'er doesn't dare?" ”

"It's a lot." Feng Yan tilted his head, touched the flute, and pouted.

If she is really not afraid of heaven and earth, someone standing behind her is afraid that he has already seen Hades.

"Really?" Uncle Mo Ze frowned lightly, "That ......"

"Brother Ze." Hearing Uncle Mo Ze calling Feng Xiang so affectionately again, Uncle Yiheng didn't know why, the anger in his heart was even more serious than when Feng Yan was playing with himself just now! Looking at Uncle Mo Ze's eyes, there is no longer the former harmony and warmth, all that remains is jealousy and resentment! "Although your relationship with General Feng is ironclad, you can't call him by his name in public, right?"

"Do you mind?" Hearing this, Uncle Mo Zeli ignored it, but fanned the fan and looked at Feng Yan very lightly.

"Mind what?" Forgive her, she really didn't understand what Uncle Yiheng's question meant.

"This king calls you." Uncle Mo Ze said with a smile.

"Haven't you always called that?" Feng Yan frowned, very puzzled.

As long as it's not a formal occasion, this man basically calls her Yan'er.

As early as more than a dozen years ago, she was used to it.

In the last life, after she became the concubine of her uncle Yiheng, this man called her Princess Heng.