"Yu'er?" Feng Yan's change really shocked Uncle Mo Ze, and he really didn't know what to do with his hands in a panic.

In addition to the anxious call, it is full of helplessness!

How so!?

Did he say the wrong thing?

Or did you unconsciously hurt Yan'er just now?

"Hey, it's okay......" Feng Yan raised his hand to wipe away a tear that slipped from his left eye, and shook his head with a chuckle.

"Are you really okay?" Uncle Mo Ze frowned deeply.

"It's fine." Feng Yan put away the Hanxiang flute, and turned his hand to snatch the warm flute in Uncle Mo Ze's hand, "It's just that the song just now was too moving, and I couldn't hold back it for a while." ”

"Then you listened to it in the past, how can you ......" Looking at the reddened eyes of a certain woman, Uncle Mo Ze wanted to speak and stopped.

"This ......" Feng Yu blinked, shook the jade flute in his hand and said, "Maybe this flute is too good." ”

"You ......"

"Or, it's because it's the first time you and I have played this song...... Feng Yu smiled overflowingly, "I understand more deeply the mood and artistic conception of Aze who was composing this song before." ”

Hearing this, Uncle Mo Ze suddenly had nothing to say. looked down at the girl in front of him for a long time, and finally had to shake her head helplessly, "You, you, I really can't talk about you." ”

"Hehe...... Feng Yan hooked his lips and chuckled, "King Ze conceded." ”

"You can return the flute to the king." Seeing that his warm flute was about to be put into the cuffs by a certain woman, Uncle Mo Ze stretched out his hand and raised his eyebrows.

"Ahem, we'll see." Feng Yan held the flute tightly, touched the ground on tiptoe, turned his back to Uncle Mo Ze, and looked at the jade flute in his hand greedily.

Ay......

What a flute.

"Xiang'er ......" Seeing this, Uncle Mo Ze walked up to Feng Yan with a smile, "If you want this warm flute, then give the cold flute to this king." ”

"Forehead...... "What do she want to do both?"

"Ahh As if guessing a certain woman's thoughts, Uncle Mo Ze sat down opposite Feng Yan slowly, picked up the folding fan on the table, and knocked on the palm of his hand, "This king remembers that there was once a girl who said to this king in righteous words...... People, don't be too greedy. ”

"Really?" Feng Yan bit his lip cautiously.

"Do you know why?" Uncle Mo Ze pretended to be mysterious and said.

"Because ......" Feng Yu touched the jade flute in the palm of his hand, and quietly rolled his eyes under his lowered eyes, "Greed is not enough to swallow elephants." ”

Hold on!

When she was fifteen years old, Emperor Mingde had just entrusted her with a heavy task, and this man came to ask her for advice on various marching strategies.

After she said two or three, the man was completely dissatisfied, and pulled her hard, hollowing out all the thoughts in her head!

In the end, she provoked her, slapped the table angrily, said something majestic, and said it angrily.

I didn't expect ......

Years have passed, and this man still remembers!

And that's not all! Even tease her with her words!

It's really infuriating!!

"So, ah......" Uncle Mo Ze stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, "Warm flute, cold flute, just give this king one." ”

Hearing this, Feng Yan raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him who was smiling like a stinky fox, bit his lip, held it for a while, and returned the warm flute to Uncle Mo Ze angrily.

This man's physique is cold, and the cold Xiangdi with his whole body is not suitable for him at all.

"Hey, this king still thinks that Yan'er is going to give the Hanxiang flute to this king." Uncle Mo Ze clenched the flute in his hand and said with a smile.