Murong Xing looked up at the top of the palace's golden glazed tile heavy eaves hall, which looked brilliant, this was the first time she looked at the palace, after looking at it for a while, she turned around and saw that Murong Qing was still behind her, and she felt funny for a while, so she laughed out loud.

"Huh!!"

Murong Qing looked at her squarely: "What is Xing'er laughing at?" ”

"I just think Uncle Huang. This is ......" Murong Xing was about to explain what he was laughing at, but suddenly attracted attention by something that appeared on his sleeve.

Murong Qing took out Bai Yuxiao happily and asked, "Xing'er, I like it." ”

Murong Xing looked at this Bai Yu Xiao, Xiao who was so familiar, how could this feeling of déjà vu be so strong.

Seeing that she had been silent, Murong Qing generously put Xiao in the palm of her hand.

"Eh? Uncle Huang. ”

"If you like it, I'll give it to you, and it's useless to leave it on me now."

This Xiao was a long time ago, she liked it, and he coerced and lured Leng Lingfeng at a high price, but now she doesn't need it, he doesn't have to blow it anymore, he will only look at things and think about people if he stays on his body.

"Uncle Huang" Murong Xing saw Murong Qing's sad expression, this Xiao

"Xing'er, if you don't like it, help me give it back to Leng Lingfeng."

Looking at Murong Xing's puzzled expression, Murong Qing continued: "This was originally Leng Lingfeng's thing, I coerced and lured it, and now I don't need it, if you like it, I will give it to you, if Xing'er doesn't like it, give it back to him!" It's a favor to Uncle Huang. ”

Murong Qing talked about the past, with relief on her face, she thought Uncle Huang, you have already let go of the queen mother!

"Then Uncle Huang, you should give it to me, I like this Bai Yuxiao very much."

Murong Xing put it to his mouth, tried the sound, and when he tried it, he blew a beautiful tune out of control.

The sound of the flute gradually sounds, just like the blower blows on the one hand, while slowly approaching, the sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, high and low, light and flickering, low to the extreme, after a few circles, and then low again, although extremely low and very fine, each syllable is still clearly audible.

Gradually, there are occasional pearls and jade jumps in the bass, crisp and short, one after another, the complex sound gradually increases, first such as the splash of the spring, and then such as the group of flowers competing for beauty, the flowers are clustered, and there is a gap between the birds, he sings me and, gradually the birds leave, the spring flowers fall, but the sound of the rain is Xiao Xiao, a desolate and murderous image, the drizzle is continuous, if there is nothing, and finally all the sounds are silent.

After the song was finished, Murong Qing seemed to be still addicted to it, this song was too sad, and it was too much like himself.

"Xing'er, why do you want to play this song?" It's so sad.

Murong Qing looked at Murong Xing with curious eyes, why did a person who had grown up in the cold palace since he was a child have so many talents, what happened in the cold palace.

Or what happened to Xing'er, Xiao is usually a person with a story who blows so emotionally and heartwarmingly.

Xing'er, have you also experienced anything?

Or is she too sensible.

"Uncle Huang, isn't this song good?" Murong Xing saw his doubts, and asked instead of answering.

once promised Shen Yingluo that after smelting the Queen Mother, he told her who she belonged to, but she didn't expect so many things to happen later, which made her a little unexpected.

So far, she hasn't told anyone about her identity, and she doesn't want to tell anyone for the time being.

So be it! There will come a time when she will let the people who care about her know.