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In the courtyard that was supposed to be five people, the dim light of lanterns and candles made a few more figures faintly appear in the courtyard. The smell of alcohol spread from the courtyard, so that Mrs. Zheng San, who quietly walked into the courtyard, couldn't help frowning, raised her eyes, and saw no one.

For such a long time, Mrs. Zheng San naturally knew where the smell of wine came from at the moment, and she also understood where these people were hiding, so a little figure under her feet walked towards the roof opposite. Since all the musicians in the Qingfeng Pavilion used for reception have left, there are naturally a lot of rooms vacant here, but at the moment, these two people don't like to sit on the roof indoors, and Mrs. Zheng San can't help it.

"Qin Shaoxia, twelve brothers, why don't you call me one when you hide here and drink tonight?"

The voice seemed to be coquettish, but such a voice had already made the two people in front of him accustomed to it during this time. Jian Twelve lay quietly on the roof, while Qin Langge on the side was sitting upright, and the two of them were not surprised by Zheng Sanniang's arrival.

"It's rare that Sanniang is so interested, and she actually came here with me to drink with me tonight. Whether we are friends or foes in the future, at least this moment when we can drink together is the most rare thing. Sword Twelve tilted his head and poured a sip of wine.

"It is worthy of the Sword Twelve, with such a mind, looking at how many heroes and heroes are in the right path of the Demon Dao, there are not many like the Twelve Brothers. Mrs. Zheng San said as she walked up to the two of them and smiled.

Qin Langge was slightly surprised, but he just asked: "Why hasn't Sanniang returned to the Money Gang, as far as I know, the Money Gang is the busiest gang in the world, if Sanniang is not there, I'm afraid there will be many things in the gang that no one decides." ”

Mrs. Zheng sat leisurely, raised the crystal white jade wine jug in her hand and said, "Mr. Yue's life and death are uncertain, how can Sanniang leave in advance." ”

Jian Twelve smiled when he heard this: "It is said in the rivers and lakes that the money helps the three masters to die with a black heart and ask for money, but now it seems that the rumors may not be true, and Sanniang is also a loving person." If you don't dislike the identity of the Twelve Demon Dao, this pot of wine, the Twelve will respect you. ”

Mrs. Zheng San is not a childish person, even if the spirits in the pot are not ordinary and comparable, she still tilts her head and pours it into her mouth like cold water in the pot, and then she regains her original delicate appearance and says: "Being in this river and lake, where does it come from, the two young heroes stayed here because they were willing to be friends with Mr. Yue, and I, just because Mr. Yue had money to earn." ”

"Just because there's money to be made?" Qin Langge asked in a low voice.

"Of course, and it's not just money to make, maybe it's a woman's hunch, I always feel that there will be a time when I will rely on Mr. Yue in the future, and now I'm a personal favor, who wouldn't want to buy and sell without capital?"

Jian Twelve shook his head and chuckled: "Sanniang thinks that such an excuse can deceive herself?"

Mrs. Zheng San sighed, and then said quietly: "I just hope that Mr. Yue can wake up as soon as possible, so as not to worry like the head of Allure." ”

Qin Langge was thoughtful, but listened to Mrs. Zheng San on the side and then asked, "Qin Shaoxia, the head of Allure City has finally decided to destroy Feng Ming?"

Qin Langge nodded and said: "Feng Ming is unknown, and then he condensed the dead qi in Brother Yue's song, and now Feng Ming is not an auspicious instrument at all, every time the strings vibrate, the murderous aura in it cannot be controlled even by the head of the city." ”

Mrs. Zheng San said with some regret: "Maybe Mr. Yue can control this piano, after all, it is a rare divine weapon in the world, wouldn't it be a pity to destroy it like this." ”

"You are so optimistic about Brother Yue, even if he wakes up, he will lose all his skills?"

"Of course, if it weren't for the potential of Little Brother Yue, why would I be like this. Although I am in the rivers and lakes, I am still a businessman at heart, and my identity determines that I can't do this just as a friend like the two of you. The word friend is really rare in this river and lake. ”

"It's true that we are worried about Brother Yue because of the word friend, but I'm afraid the two of us are not as worried as the head of Allure. I was brought up by Master since I was a child, so I naturally understand Brother Yue's attachment to Uncle Allure. Brother Yue's temperament, I know best this way, he is too careful, and even in order to live can become another person, so Brother Yue is a ruthless person, if it weren't for the presence of Uncle Allure, I think Brother Yue that night would not have fought for his life at all, with his calculations, he must have a way to stay out of the matter. ”

Jian Twelve smiled contemptuously: "In this way, Brother Laiyue is a sentient person, I don't talk about big love and big love, I can fight with my life to protect the cherished person, for me, this is the most affectionate person." So I'm willing to make friends with Brother Yue, because you will never worry that such a friend will kill you at some point. ”

Sword Twelve was silent after speaking, and the other two seemed to be deep in thought. So there were fewer people to talk about in the night, and three more people who were drunk.

The night was silent, and as the first rays of sunlight in the morning dispelled the morning dusk, the three of them finally woke up from their slumber, and only looked at each other's appearances, only to feel that this seemed a little indecent, and then they moved towards their own dwelling.

And with this glimmer of morning light, the sound of the flute naturally came from the courtyard where Allure lived.

The sound of the flute is like a cry, and the bass keeps repeating itself, as if it is only to urge the infinite sadness in the listener's heart. However, the sound of the flute is already clear, so the contradiction between the low and the clear dares is even more unwilling. Such a song is best described as smelling sad.

It's just that everyone in the Qingfeng Pavilion has been accustomed to this flute sound during this time, so much so that the book chess that came out of the Allure Courtyard couldn't help but sigh. Allure's comprehension of Ledao was beyond her reach, but as a disciple of Fengming Pavilion, she could naturally hear the deep meaning of this song. It's worry, it's loss, but it's more self-blame.

Just thinking about it, Shuqi suddenly felt that there was a figure in front of him, and when he looked up, he found that the Sword Monarch Lin Langzhao had arrived in front of him at some point, and couldn't help asking, "Why did Uncle Lin come here?"

Lin Langzhao smiled and said, "I wanted to persuade Xiao Tian'er, but now it seems that I don't need it." However, this flute sound is rare, and I am also fascinated by it for a while, so I stay here and listen to it for a while. ”

"Why did Uncle Shi say that?" Shuqi asked curiously.

Lin Langzhao said with interest when he heard this: "These days, I have gradually learned about the temperament of this little brother Yue, it is rare that there is still a person with a personality like me in this world." Such a person will not fall into a deep sleep forever because of this artistic conception, I believe that in places we don't know, Brother Yue is also trying to reopen his eyes, even if it is for the sound of the flute. ”

Shuqi shook his head and said with some doubts: "I don't understand what Uncle Shi said." ”

"Later, you will understand that he has taken a path that I once dared not take, and if he falls like this, how can he be worthy of his choice? ”

"Also, what's the name of this piece?" Lin Langzhao suddenly asked after turning around.

Shuqi thought about it carefully and said, "I heard my sister say that this piece is called "Messy Red", which was composed by my nephew. ”

Lin Langzhao nodded and turned to leave, but at this moment, the two of them didn't know that a young man who had been sleeping for half a month was like hearing this song, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he was telling something.

The flute stopped abruptly, and Allure turned to look at the boy on the bed in surprise, although the boy still didn't open his eyes, but she clearly heard the sound floating from the corner of the boy's mouth.

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.