It was a flawless face, as cold and indifferent as an orchid, but extremely beautiful. He held a Xiao in his hand and leaned it gently against his lips. The Xiao was on his nimble fingers.

There is a long and lingering sound, which seems to be unlike human music.

Jian'er didn't speak, silently looking at his slender figure. The long flute sound sounded, as if someone was leaning in. The flute sound suddenly stopped, "Jian'er?" She was surprised. As soon as the man spoke, Jian'er knew, "Yunhen? You,

"What?" The moonlight shone slantly on Jian'er and Yun Hen. They were facing each other. The man was holding a Xiao in one hand, and the woman was leaning forward slightly. The wind just now blew by, gently lifting the corners of their clothes and looking at them.

It looks like a pair of inseparable lovers.

"That sounds great, can you play it again?" Jian'er walked forward quickly and found a comfortable seat next to a pillar to sit down.

Situ Yunhen did not speak, but gently pressed Xiao to his lips again, and the long flute sound sounded again, slowly telling this beautiful story that will be passed down through the ages.

That night, Jian'er slept extremely soundly. There was nothing special, only the sound of the flute playing in Jian'er's mind over and over again.

"Sister, sister, sister, get up." The voices of Xin'er and Lian'er urged the little body on the bed to turn over impatiently, muttering "Let me sleep for a while."

"Sister, Princess Suran is waiting for you in the main hall~" The implication is that if you don't get up, people will wait there.

Sure enough, after hearing Su Ran, she stood up in a daze and let Xin'er Lian'er play with her. Jian'er, who was slightly awake, started to wander again. She seemed to have met Yun Hen yesterday and said goodbye to Yun Hen before returning.

, and then "Sister, it's okay." Xin'er Lian'er stepped aside, opened the door, and let Jian'er walk out before following closely behind her.

main hall

Sipping the fine osmanthus tea as if there was no one else around, her movements were graceful and skillful. Suddenly, a trace of joy flashed in her eyes. She put down the teacup and looked up at the door. Three figures walked slowly towards here. The one headed by him immediately looked up when he saw her.

She speeded up her steps happily, her eyes were as clear and transparent as ever, and all her thoughts were completely reflected in her eyes. The long eyelashes trembled slightly, dancing like butterflies.

"Su Ran" called softly

"Sister, how's it going?" I can't wait to see Jian'er's progress.

"Su Ran, are you thinking about your clothes? I thought you missed me." His voice was a little depressed, his head lowered, but the corner of his mouth raised a beautiful arc.

Hearing Jian'er's voice, Su Ran became a little anxious, "No, sister, I just want to see the clothes."

"It's not just for the clothes." The voice became more aggrieved, but the curvature of the corners of the mouth became wider and wider.

"Sister, I didn't mean that." Su Ran's eyes began to mist. Seeing that Su Ran was about to cry, Jian'er couldn't bear to tease her anymore. Without thinking, she looked up with a smile, "Haha, Su Ran, I lied to you." Qian Suan

Even if Jian'er didn't expect Su Ran to be angry (who wouldn't be angry when being teased like this?)

"Of course I was wrong, please forgive me." He snorted coldly. What does it mean to suffer for one's own fault? This is called suffering for one's own fault.

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Chapter completed!