It's another day, it's dark early in Futu City, and through small talk in the past few days, Changle has also found out some other things that she is more interested in, such as she deliberately asked a local native in the palace with a disdainful posture, why is this Futu City called Futu City, it is clearly not worthy of the name.

The little guy was very unconvinced, and replied to her angrily: "The Lord of Chai City is the floating slaughter in our hearts!" "The eyes are full of stars, and the admiration is like a surging river.

This made Changle tremble when he heard it, is such a high evaluation too exaggerated?

But she gradually discovered that the people in the city did have great respect for the city lord Chai Ying, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was to worship the gods.

What kind of virtue and ability can this Chai Ying, Changle couldn't figure it out, and asked more, and no one told her more.

She also thought about whether to ask Jiang Xian, but when she thought of Jiang Xian's handsome face that was in the sky and not in the ground, she couldn't help but be stunned.

At night, there was a gust of wind - Changle always felt that the wind in this place had a smell.

She got up and decided to go out to get some air, even if the wind itself didn't make her feel relaxed.

Walking aimlessly, she unconsciously came to a small garden, the garden was very fragrant with flowers, and she was just about to leave, when she caught a glimpse of a yaoqin on the stone table in the garden.

In the palace in the past, Yaoqin was Changle's favorite.

Seeing that there was no one around, she couldn't help but step forward, and her slender hand gently crossed the strings, and all kinds of thoughts came to her heart, and she suddenly wanted to play a song.

After a careful look back and forth, seeing that there was still no half of the figure, Changle thought about it, and simply let it go, just playing a tune, and it was not a big event on the line.

She sat upright in front of Yaoqin, straightened her clothes, and shook her sleeves, revealing a white wrist.

With her fingertips touching the strings, she barely had to think about it, and the lingering melody flowed from under her hands.

She played her favorite song "Lovesick Boil".

For so many years, Changle has never fallen in love with any man, but she has a deep feeling for this song, and she is moaning without illness, and at the end of the song, she smiled self-deprecatingly, looked around, and fortunately was not caught.

was rejoicing for a while, and wanted to tiptoe away, but was surrounded by a man's praise: "Good song, I can't imagine that Miss Taoyao is so deeply hidden!" ”

Changle followed the sound and looked, it turned out to be Luo Ze, who was long and jade.

She held down her heart, adjusted her facial expression, and said, "Tao Yao has seen His Royal Highness the Prince!" Extremely presumptuous! ”

Luo Ze didn't walk towards her, but just looked at her not far away, under the moonlight, the night was cold but clear.

"It's a long song, but I don't know if Miss Taoyao has found a lover? Otherwise, how is the most disdainful of lovesickness deduced? He said lightly, as faint as a trace.

"I think that man may have appeared, but unfortunately, he died." Changle wanted to say that he died in my heart.

Luo Ze only understood the literal meaning, his sword eyebrows were tightly locked, and the cold night soaked his throat: "I'm sorry, I provoked the girl's sadness, but you always have to look forward as a person, that person is not blessed." ”

"Jiang Xian is a good person." He continued.

But this was unconvincing to Changle's ears, she smiled and humbly avoided suspicion: "Tao Yao is not worthy." ”

Luo Ze was still standing in the moonlight, as if there was an unattainable distance: "Maybe the old man will be unforgettable, but Miss Taoyao, many things can't be forced." ”

Changle doesn't like to listen to these painless preaching, especially Luo Ze.

When she saw him at night, she felt that he was different from the past, or in a different state of mind, and she looked at people with a lot of speculation.