When the young lady came back, she would play some little tunes as soon as she was interested.

In the young lady's song, she can only hear the light and wanton freedom, and the encouragement of blood and passion.

Sometimes because of the different quality of the flute, the same tune, when it is blown by the lady, there will be a different kind of feeling.

Every time she hears those cheerful tunes, she can't help but fantasize about Miss's days in the border city.

It must be very happy and hateful, and it must be chic and free.

"What do you want to hear?" Feng Yan turned the Hanxiang jade flute in his hand and raised his eyes to look at the girl beside him.

"Let's go home." Zilan didn't think about it, so she said: "That's the song that Miss and King Ze played together." ”

Although she longed for the young lady like a goshawk, she knew better in her heart that where she couldn't see, the young lady must have been injured countless times, and blood and sweat were entangled.

Otherwise, how could the woman in the flower season be covered with scars.

To date, the lady is on the back, shoulders, abdomen, legs..... There are more than a dozen scars, large and small!

Every time she saw that, how she hoped that the young lady could take off her armor and return to the pavilion and be an ordinary woman.

But.....

She couldn't.

Even the lady, who was also distressed by the young lady, couldn't say that, "Don't go again"!

This may seem like an understatement, but for the young lady, it is as heavy as a thousand gold!

Back then, it was because of this that the young master resolutely left the General's Mansion and left the Xuantian Emperor's Capital.

She wants to listen to "Returning to Xi", in addition to the ensemble between Miss and King Ze before, which amazed her ears and eyes, she is more looking forward to it.

She hopes that in time, the young lady can really return to Xi and settle down, and the young master can also return to Xi.

"Okay." I don't know what Zi Lan was thinking, but when she asked this, she naturally wanted to play the tune that Zi Lan wanted to hear.

After responding, Feng Xiang slowly sat up and touched the jade flute in his hand, the feeling of coldness all over his body made Feng Xiang's impatience due to the hot weather involuntarily dissipate a lot.

The mood has improved, which makes the songs played by a certain woman much lighter.

The end of a song.

Feng Yan looked at Han Xiangdi with low eyes, his vermilion lips rose slightly, and he sighed lightly, "The song "Returning to Xi" is still played well by King Ze. ”

"Miss is also blowing well!" Zilan said.

After listening to this, the hope in her heart became clearer.

Think of that cheerful and happy tone.....

It's like seeing that the young lady has let go of everything, and the young master has also returned from afar......

"Nope." Feng Yan smiled and shook his head, "The timbre of the Hanxiang flute is too cool, and it can't blow the warmth and warmth of "Returning to Xi". If it's a warm flute....."

"Miss, Miss!" Inside the house, Feng Yan hadn't finished speaking. Outside the house, there was a sound of soul calling! "Miss, Miss!"

Hearing this, Feng Xiangliu frowned slightly, and gave Zilan a look.

Receiving the sight, Zilan walked quickly to the door, stretched out her hand to open the door, and saw that in the courtyard, Steward Wu seemed to be being chased by something, and hurriedly ran towards them.

"It's Steward Wu." Zi Lan looked back and said to Feng Yan.

"Hmm." Feng Yan bowed his head, then slowly got up, and walked to the door.

"Miss!" At this time, Steward Wu also happened to rush to the door.

"Uncle Wu, why is he so anxious?" Feng Yan put his hands behind his back and asked casually.

"Back to ..... It's back. Steward Wu stroked the door frame and gasped heavily.

"Who?" Feng Yan asked again.

"Fei Yinwen." Steward Wu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yan.