"Listening to Yaoqin in the depths of falling flowers, smelling birds in the spring breeze of peach and plum, the old people in landscape paintings, and the thoughts are indistributious; The night is quiet and dreams back to Luofuguan, the moon is bright and the breeze sends off the guests, sitting alone in the fairy court has nothing to do, and the melodious sound of the piano enters the ghost. ”

The melodious and tactful sound of the piano, with a hint of desolation, echoes in the mountains.

A handsome figure of the wind god followed the sound of the piano and the sword, and fell to the ground, gently hugging her from behind.

"What do you think? It's so fascinating, someone came and didn't even notice it. ”

"An old friend from a past life."

Ye Xiuyan looked up at the starry sky, her eyes were sentimental.

Lin Jingcheng frowned: "Gu Lingyue? ”

"Nope."

Ye Xiuyan's eyes were full of tears: "It's Hui Min's mother, the wife of the owner of Xianjian Villa, the Chixia Fairy, and Xu Xiyao." ”

Lin Jingcheng glanced at the paper money that had been burned to ashes, and asked tentatively, "Today is her death day?" ”

"It's not."

Ye Xiuyan shook her head gloomily.

"Not a death day?"

Lin Jingcheng was puzzled: "Why do you suddenly want to worship her?" ”

"She gave me a dream."

Ye Xiuyan's eyes were sentimental: "In my previous life, I only had two friends, Ling Yue's revenge has been avenged, only she died at a young age, and her death was unknown, and Song Zirui, a negative man with no conscience, is still at ease in the world." ”

Lin Jingcheng leaned down, leaned on her shoulder affectionately with her forehead, and her voice was soft and soft: "Did she tell you in her dream what happened back then?" ”

"Nope."

Ye Xiuyan shook her head gloomily: "She just cried, saying that Song Zirui lied to her." ”

"Song Zirui?"

Lin Jingcheng's sword eyebrows frowned slightly: "The owner of the Immortal Sword Villa? Xu Huimin's father? ”

"Hmm."

Ye Xiuyan hummed a little light breath from the tip of her nose, and she should have answered.

"I'll take care of that."

Lin Jingcheng comforted softly: "Brother Lin sent someone to investigate, if there is really a secret relationship between his husband and wife, even if many years have passed, as long as there is a little clue, Brother Qi can also follow the vine and find him clearly." ”

"Brother Qi?"

Ye Xiuyan was surprised: "He is also your brother-in-law?" ”

"Hmm."

Lin Jingcheng did not hide it, and his eyebrows became more and more gentle.

Ye Xiuyan subconsciously asked, "How many righteous brothers do you have?" ”

"Four."

Lin Jingcheng responded with a smile: "Except for Brother Qi, Brother Li, Brother Neem, and Brother Bing, you have seen them all." ”

Ye Xiuyan suddenly said: "Brother Qi is responsible for commanding the secret guards? ”

"Clever."

Lin Jingcheng kissed her eyebrows lightly, and praised without hesitation: "You can guess without asking, my sister really has a seven-trick exquisite heart." ”

When Ye Xiuyan's lips touched his skin, his heartbeat suddenly leaked, and his earlobes were as red as blood.

"Sister."

Lin Jingcheng used a little force to hug the person tighter, and his low and pleasant voice was a little bewitching: "Brother Lin helps you find out the truth, is there a reward?" ”

Ye Xiuyan's heart trembled, and she asked with red ears: "What reward do you want?" ”

"My sister misses her old friend and composes a song to express her lovesickness."

Lin Jingcheng looked forward to it: "When will Brother Lin have such treatment and hear the music that my sister specially made for me?" ”

"Ahem."

Ye Xiuyan thought that he would ask for a kiss, and she was ready to respond eagerly to him.

I didn't think that the brain circuit of a certain prince was so strange, but at such an ambiguous moment, what he thought was a tune.

"Sister."

Lin Jingcheng didn't hear her answer, and he was a little resentful.

"Writing needs to be inspired."

Ye Xiuyan couldn't cry or laugh: "Inspiration came, the song was completed overnight, there was no inspiration, I forced myself to compose the music, and the tune I played had no soul." ”