The Prince of the World

"Miss, you just went with me. That cousin He was born with a charm of charm! Before that, I have never been drunk like this when I saw a man. I found myself staying there, just the moment he flew down, I knew my eyes were following him, but I could n’t feel the heartbeat, I could n’t feel the voice beside me, I just felt the world Only that snowy white ... "

"Xiao Ya." Feng Yuchen interrupted Xiao Li's words, and his voice was terrible.

"Did you fall in love with him?" It sounds like a question and answer, she knows the answer. This is not how I felt before.

Xiaoli stood there, hands clasped together, clutching tightly the **** her chest, and bowed her head shyly.

Feng Yuchen admitted that at the moment when Xiaoli went to see He Jiyang full of joy, there was such a trace of worry in her deepest heart, but she never expected the same plot to be staged again, but this time it changed. protagonist!

A trace of powerlessness suddenly struck Feng Yuchen's heart, and the scene of the acquaintance appeared again in his trance.

The western courtyard was painted gray. The indifferent young lady of Feng Family in the attic, wearing the girl's euphoria and innocence, put on her only set of clothes, which was not that gorgeous, but made her the most beautiful angel in the world at that moment! Gu couldn't say goodbye to his little maid, and quietly flowed to a corner of the gate of Fengfu. Looking at the gate, his father shouted and waited happily with his sisters at the gate, welcoming a legend. Her heart was full of tingling feeling, until that moment the snow fluttered in the sky, and he appeared in his own eyes like a savior. From that moment on, the girl's heart was filled with a man named Huang Qingyue!

Feng Yuchen forcibly interrupted her memories, and she did not want to go back to relive, thinking that the past had a **** ending like Manjusahua! This is her former fate!

The work at hand stopped. The wind bath dust lotus moves slightly, and gently removes his ice cold jade flute from the flute rack next to it.

Cherry lips gently attach the tuyere. I can't see any change, I can only feel the breeze rising from the rhythm, rolling the rhythm of the snowman dance, moving the willow wire between the dust in the wind bath, I can't see the flying fluff of the sky dance, like fire The guidance of the gods at the end of the road to the suffering soul! Bring this breathtaking music to the endless distance. At the moment, a few snow migratory birds were parked on the lush branches of the west courtyard. This kind of bird living in the extreme north snowfield was docked here inexplicably. It seemed to be attracted by this dynamic music. .

The airborne dust in the attic was re-paved and turned gray. The same loft, the same broken bridge Feixue, there is no despair and heat from the depths of the soul! There is no nostalgia and sentimental for that bunch of flames, no snow migratory birds that are covered with branches, and some are all the fantasies of the loved lady who was left out in the rich courtyard!

The sound of the flute still didn't stop. Gradually, there were more and more snow migratory birds. Under the bright sun of Huayang, they seemed to feel the breath of snowflakes from the flute sound, flapping their wings unceasingly.

The only few maidservants in the Western Academy couldn't help but put down their work at this moment and entered the world of snowflakes.

Yu Yinling, the cause of the previous life, the fruit of the afterlife, seems to be superimposed together again, but this life is destined to be controlled by the wind and dust!

The wind bath dust was originally due to Xiaoli's passion, inadvertently recalling the past life and feeling with Xiaoyin, but did not expect that the distance of this Zhongding feast also resonated.

It was at this moment that Yan Li in the sea of ​​memory suddenly felt a very familiar breath coming out, it was the breath of Long Ziyue, and at the same time he vaguely saw the wind bath dust above his head and flew out suddenly Faint face of Long Ziyue! It is the source of the true soul of Wanyuan Mother!

However, just as Yan Li was about to grab that trace of origin, the light and shadow flew aloft to the farther place with the sound of Xiao! Yan Li immediately found out the source soul, chasing along the sound wave all the way, until that trace of source completely disappeared in the open square behind the inner hall.

"It seems that I can only continue to wait here!" Yan centrifuged in this way, and could only continue to feel the space fragments that occurred in this square. In a sense, Yanli entered the real space of this period of time along the memory of wind and dust, but left the real body in the sea of ​​memory, but the source of the soul really exists here! This is why Lao Long warned him that he would be in danger!

The place where Fengfu entertains guests is not in the inner hall, but in an open-air small square surrounded by artificial rockery. The surrounding area is full of artificial flowers and trees, and the middle is a very spacious open space, which can accommodate tens of people to dine and enjoy singing and dancing. Visiting the seats is also very elegant, and it is completely a courtesy of the royal family.

In the middle is naturally the seat of the homeowner Feng Zhiheng. The first seat on the right hand side from below him is where He Jiyang is now. The next is He Jiyang's two personal guards, and the opposite is Miss Feng's ladies.

An empty space in the middle of the crowd was reserved for those who performed during the banquet. Now the banquet has begun. He Jiyang chats with Feng Zhiheng and all the ladies one by one, drinking toasts from time to time, and the atmosphere is not bad.

He Jiyang raised the cup like this to meet the Feng Zhiheng who was seated on the side, and his face became solemn.

"Uncle Feng, I don't want to hide it. Because my father was closed and practiced for many days, he couldn't visit in person. My nephew came to Fengfu this time, mainly with the help of his father, and simply discussed with Uncle Feng about the pilgrimage meeting in a few days. This The Pilgrimage Conference takes place every three years. As the most powerful people in Huoyang, Fengjia will be regarded as a guest of honor. Our Hejun, Nanjun County, has contributed to the guardianship of the royal city in the past three years. I believe Uncle Feng should have heard about it. The nephew ’s intention to pass on his father ’s father, he had nothing else to think about, but he wanted to be bothered by wind and uncle, who would be beautiful in front of the emperor. Perhaps it would be of great benefit to the development of the various ethnic groups in the royal city in the future! Rise, if we do not consolidate the fundamental power of strengthening the Wangcheng forces again, it may not be a good thing for the entire Huoyang Kingdom in the future! I do n’t know what you think, Uncle Feng? "

Feng Zhiheng naturally understood He Jiyang's intentions. From the perspective of the current situation in Huoyang, He Jiyang's suggestions are indeed a good strategy. As one of the core strengths of his royal family, Feng Family also naturally has a tendency to cooperate in this regard. !

"Oh, such a good policy as the nephew and the old man ’s heart, I believe that his strong joining in Nichinan will be the most solid force in the Wangcheng! Nephew Jinyuxian, your sister Yuxuan heard that you will come to the government these days , I deliberately contacted her at home for a while for her famous work. Every day I was entangled with me to let her perform for you. Taking advantage of the excitement at this feast, let her come out to offer an ugly, when you give your nephew to help you La! "Feng Zhiheng had already drunk three times at the moment, and the words were very clear, so he led the words elsewhere.

"Oh, my little nephew has been eager for a long time, and today I have the honour to see this flirtatious butterfly dance. There is nothing else to ask for!" Dump the charm of sentient beings. The girls across the street looked straight.

Feng Yuxuan had just changed his clothes after he got off the court, and waited until the show was over to thank the audience, and then appeared again.

I don't know from which direction it appeared, and a figure in colorful clothes dancing in the wind appeared in front of everyone. In front of him, the aura of light shined, holding Feng Yuxuan in the air. I saw her as light as a bird, the shadow moved with the wind, just a few breathing kung fu, and flew down from the treetops in the distance. The graceful posture is matched with this Chinese costume, and she is like a colorful butterfly dancing in the wind. Long sleeves fluttering and waving the skirt release the splendor of spring flowers and autumn moon. The amazing dance posture, even He Jiyang, was so attracted.

As soon as the dance was over, there was applause from the audience. This dance suddenly pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to its climax. It was also very happy to see in Feng Zhiheng's eyes.

"Come on, my uncle respects a cup of uncle!" He Jiyang raised his hand and raised his glass, smiling at Feng Zhiheng and giving a gift. Then he looked into the field and gave a salute to Feng Yuxuan, who had a charming makeup. Feng Yuxuan seemed to have seized the opportunity and put on a sentimental look. What kind of person, He Jiyang, can see at a glance that this lady of the wind family is definitely not a good boy or a girl!

While he was pre-drinking his toast, his heart throbbed inexplicably, and he stopped the wine glass that was raised in mid-air.

Everyone in the field saw He Jiyang's frowning, all the noisy sounds disappeared as he became quiet. Bursts of soulful and affectionate Xiao Yin reached everyone's ears. At almost the same time, everyone was there, including Feng Yuxuan in the middle of the field, and they were all drawn elsewhere by this Xiaoyin.

He Jiyang was the first to recover his sobriety. But the purple light in his eyes became brighter than ever before.

"What a broken bridge, Feixue! I didn't expect anyone in the world to have such a nice flute sound! This song was originally meant to be a woman's miss for her lover, and it should be a happy tone. I didn't expect this person How can it be interpreted with grief and emotion! Dare to ask Uncle this man is also a man? "

Feng Zhiheng saw this young Master He's eyes, and he just nodded softly and said, "That's your other cousin, named Feng Yuchen, who is my more restrained daughter."

"Great! Please ask Uncle to take his nephew to take a look! My nephew loves the piano and flute on weekdays. I have never heard such a good tune in Nanjun! Please also ask Uncle to complete it!" This moment no longer exists!

If it is not in Keren, I am afraid he has already rushed through several actions! Such a beautiful rhythm is undoubtedly the most precious thing in the world for He Jiyang, he just wanted to hear it more closely.

Feng Zhiheng wanted to dismiss the topic, and all the ladies around him were also giving him glances. However, this Xiaoyin did not stop, and he could only follow his thoughts. After all, he had no other ideas. It ’s not bad to just enjoy it up close.

"That's good, my nephew will go with me." Feng Zhiheng said, and he followed his family to lead He Jiyang towards the west courtyard.

Feng Yuxuan, who was at the end, pulled Feng Qingyin, who was following.

"Yu Chen, the dead girl, just groaned at this time, which broke the good thing of Miss Ben!" Feng Yuxuan's eyes flashed a little cold.

"Well, then what do you say, Yuxuan, the father and the father are all there now, and the young man He Shao pointed out that we should go and see what can we do? I think you should be clean, don't make any mess! "Feng Tsing Yi has no fan mix at the moment.

Although she is not too smart, she can still see the height of her eyebrows. Now her father is there, and if there is any trouble, it will be in trouble!

Feng Yuxuan looked at Feng Qingyi's panic and felt panic, but felt so angry, but just let Feng Yuchen seduce his affectionately, Feng Yuxuan definitely couldn't hold his breath. Turn your mind around and count it.

As he was getting closer to the Western Academy, He Jiyang only felt that his agitated heart could no longer be controlled, and he really could n’t help but indulge in a ensemble ensemble with the master of the flute, but he was more speculating about the master of the flute. heart! Even if how to follow the sun wisely, it is totally impossible to capture the woman's inner thought at this moment!

Everyone knows that Xiao is still the same, but the person is no longer that person. Yanli controlled his soul, carefully approached the people in front, and as they moved to the west courtyard where Feng Yuchen was located. But it was at this time that Yan Li suddenly saw a figure from above He Jiyang's head. That person turned out to be Lin Tian! !