Long Canghao squinted his inky eyes slightly, and there was tenderness in his eyes, melting the iceberg in his heart. In his eyes, there was only the white, dreamy figure sitting cross-legged on the deck.

She has a pair of big smart eyes, a white pure light veil, a cyan belt to tie up a slender body, and the smile on her lips blooms only for him, and the beauty is not as good as her in the spring.

She raised her eyes while she was playing the piano, met his deep dark eyes, and smiled back charmingly.

Flowers, flowers, the beauty of that picking, the beauty hidden in the blue yellow spring, only her smile.

At the end of the song, the aftermath lingered, like wisps of green smoke, slowly drifting in the sky above Nanyue City, and then, the smoke disappeared.

Feng Zhuyue was like a stumbling butterfly, rushing into Long Canghao's arms, with crooked eyebrows: "Cang, is it good?" ”

"Love is difficult, love is involved, only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals. Is Yue'er talking about your love for this king? ”

Feng Zhuyue smiled faintly, not shy, and said: "Yue'er sings only for you, and I only want to sing for you." ”

Long Canghao's ink-colored eyes were shining with stars, and the vicissitudes of life were lingering in his ink-colored eyes, and they did not retreat for a long time. In his inky eyes, there was only that white figure, deeply inlaid in his heart.

People who are immersed in the world of selflessness do not find a lonely figure on the side, and the amber pupils are printed with the beauty in front of them, but they can't shake the loneliness inside.

Not far away, there was also a luxurious ship parked there, and on the deck of the bow stood a solemn figure, dressed in a light gray robe to tie his sturdy figure, and a pair of black eyes like a shining orangutan stared at the luxurious white figure on the opposite side for a moment.

There was a touch of amazement in the black pupils, a touch of coldness, and an unknown light.

Feng Yun pulled his black robe behind him, walked out of the cabin, paced to Prince Longjun's arrogant side, and followed his dark eyes to the luxurious ship opposite.

"That's King Cang's boat, King Cang went to the house early this morning to pick up Yue'er, the one who played the piano and sang just now should be Yue'er."

The two ships are too far away, and you can only vaguely see the colors of the clothes worn by the people on the opposite boat, and the two dark and light colors are particularly warm, as if the product between the mountains and rivers, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Long Junao's black eyes were located on the cool white body in the distance, and his eyes couldn't be removed from her for a long time, and he said lightly: "It turns out that her talent is so good, why didn't she perform anything at the banquet that day?" ”

In the last sentence, he seemed to be asking himself, Feng Yun, and even more so, heaven and earth.

If she had performed today's song at the banquet that day, he wouldn't have withdrawn from the marriage, right? If he wasn't impulsive at that time, didn't judge people by their appearance, even if it was just a little time to understand her and understand her life under the mask, wouldn't it be him who hugged her today, not Long Canghao?

Actually, he regretted it.

He knew that when he put down his body and went to the Cuizhu Pavilion, he had already regretted it. regretted that she had withdrawn from the marriage so recklessly, so that she now fell into Long Canghao's arms.

Perhaps, when I saw her performance in the Drunken Red Mansion, I was already moved.