"Do you want to go and see Qinglong?" Leng Yue whispered into the purse, "Mo Ran, if you don't answer, can't you hear or are you sleeping?"

“......”

"I think my parents and Milan have a round night. Do you think they're okay now......"

Leng Yue passed by Qinglong's dormitory, and the fragrance of osmanthus wafted out from the dormitory. Leng Yue's feet stepped on the bluestone slab, and his hand pushed open the palace gate.

There was not a single servant in the entire Star Palace, and Leng Yue knew that the door of the Qinglong Dormitory would not be guarded.

Leng Yue looked at the osmanthus trees all over the yard in surprise, she didn't expect Qinglong to like such warm flowers. Yes, warm. Every time, seeing osmanthus or smelling the fragrance of flowers makes her feel warm.

Leng Yue walked among the osmanthus trees, and the sound of the guqin faintly came from afar. Follow the sound of the piano along the gravel path, but have not yet reached the place where the piano is played. Leng Yue stopped. She looked at the pavilion on the lotus pond from afar.

That back was recognized by the cold moon of the green dragon. But why? Leng Yue wiped the tears oozing from her eyelashes. Why is his sound so sad?

Qinglong is completely caught up in the sound of the piano, unaware of everything in the outside world. Even when Leng Yue approached him, he didn't know.

"Why are you so sad?" Leng Yue's voice sounded with pity.

"Zheng——" There are few bosom friends, who listens to the broken strings? This is not a bosom friend but a fright. Qinglong looked back suddenly, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, the surprise on his face slowly fell silent. She is Leng Yue, not everything is headed by him.

"Why is the princess here?"

Leng Yue thought that she was mistaken for someone else by Qinglong: "You have someone you like." Doesn't she like you?"

Qinglong's hand, which was just about to pick up the strings, suddenly poked at the body. He looked down and stroked the strings: "Why do you ask?"

"Because the sound of your piano is full of sorrow and despair that cannot be loved. ”

"Zheng-" Qinglong's fingertips were cut. His heart ached.

"You're hurt. Leng Yue screamed and couldn't bear it. Isn't she too cruel and directly pointed out the other party's thoughts?!

"It's fine. The green dragon's fingertips healed at a speed that the eye could see.

"I'm sorry. Leng Yue apologized. Even though the wound can be healed, it still feels very painful when the injury occurs. This is the deep experience of the cold moon.

"It's none of your business. It's really my thing. A dark shadow appeared in the corner of Qinglong's eyes.

"Oh yes. I'm here to thank you. ”

“......”

"It's about you helping me save Mo Ran. Thank you so much, otherwise we might have separated......" Thinking of this, Leng Yue's heart would still ache faintly.

"You love him so much?"

"Hmm. Without him I would be like a flower that has lost its moisture, which will not die, but will wither. Leng Yue turned to look at Qinglong seriously, "I think Qinglong, you can understand it." After all, you also have a beloved, don't you?!"

"Why does it have to be him?"

Leng Yue raised her eyebrows in confusion, she was a little puzzled why the cold Qinglong would talk so much today and revolve around these things, but she still began her own opinion: "Then why does Qinglong have to like that girl? I know from your piano sound that you have been rejected." ”

Qinglong picked up the strings, listening to Leng Yue's words but didn't know how to speak.

Leng Yue continued to take care of herself: "My reasons are similar to yours. It's just that mine is luckier than you, and the person I like happens to like me too. You, on the other hand, are a little unlucky. ”