Extend your hand, and the white butterfly wings fell on the palm of your hand.

Li Yunqing stared at the Butterfly wings for a long time, watching it flapping its wings regularly, one by one.

"I wonder if this fragrance has a name?" Baili Qizhen asked after a moment of shock.

Extending his hand, a white butterfly fell on his fingers and flapped his thin wings.

Feng Yan nodded, his eyes were like water, looking at the snow-like butterfly wings flying all over the hall, with sadness like ice cracks on the corner of his mouth, "Its name is 'Broken Soul Lent' taken from Xiao Feng entering the Ninth Level, the zither rain falling from the mortal world, the jade-faced flute fu, and the chanting of the broken soul. Lovers who love each other cannot meet each other, leaving only memories, and finally with resentment, the life-death world, and the soul returns to their hometown."

"I didn't expect that such a beautiful fragrance has such a sad meaning." Baili Qizhen shook his head, as if he could imagine that his obsessed lover could not get the sorrow of staying with him.

Feng Yan said again: "This fragrance has another meaning. I hope it can eliminate the resentment in everyone's hearts, so that it can attract so many beautiful butterfly wings. Doesn't the emperor think that white can best reflect the kindness in people's hearts? I hope that those who smell this fragrance can find the white that belongs to him."

"Nonsense!" Baili Mu whispered sarcastic when he heard this.

He almost laughed out loud. Feng Yan was in the bottomless abyss, so what qualifications did he have to talk about Bai?

Baili Qizhen's heart moved slightly. Looking at Feng Yan again, she felt that she had a cold eyes like snowflakes. Even the bright peach blossoms could not resist such temptation, and they all turned into a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers.

"People often say that a woman who is too beautiful is a disaster and a sin. But I don't think so. Miss Fengyan is kind-hearted, but as a woman, she has such ambitions. I admire her very much!"

"Emperor..." Helian Zi suddenly spoke, "Didn't it mean that Miss Fengyan can play the flute? Why not play a song for everyone?"

He glanced at Cao Luoshui gently at the corner of his eyes and signaled her to say something.

It is rare that Cao Luoshui cooperated with Helian Zi for the first time and immediately spoke: "Master, wouldn't such a beautiful scenery be wonderful if it is accompanied by the bleak sound?"

The two of them had the same idea. If the emperor fell in love with Feng Yan, what should we do?

"Ai family, I also want to hear it." After seeing such a wonderful thing, the Queen Mother became even more excited.

Feng Yan took the order, her long black hair swayed to the ground, her eyes were charming and beautiful, and her beautiful eyebrows and eyes looked beautiful and colorful in the faint smoke.

She reached into her long sleeves with plain hands and pulled out a jade flute from it. The warm mutton fat and beautiful jade were delicate and exquisite, with long and delicate red tassels hanging on one end.

With a slender finger pressed on Xiao Kong, the sound of the flute broke through the air and was long and far away.

Accompanied by the sound of bells on your wrist, it was like the blood-red setting sun gushing from the water waves for thousands of miles. Several herons lined up in rows, slowly flapping their wings at the intersection of water and sky, and the red and huge evening sun disappeared across the river.

The sound of the flute becomes long and the notes are rapid. The sound of the bell that sways with the master's movements is crisp and pleasant, which is fascinating.

The smell of the soul-breaking lingering suddenly became passionate and frenzied.

Li Yunqing looked up at the surrounding scenery, and his limbs seemed to have their strength taken away.

Palace lanterns, people in the hall, sounds of flutes in their ears...

The mirage that seemed to be dissipating was swaying and becoming blurred.
Chapter completed!