The Prince of the World

Frightened to the extreme, Yan Li immediately tightened his nerves. He almost had to spread his mental strength directly to lock this celestial origin, but he saw that this origin was still like the Wanyuan mother origin in the wind bath dust. !

"Why is this happening? Obviously, these two sources have been captured, but they have never been able to truly lock and control them!" Yan Li followed the crowd with full of doubts.

Until they walked into the west courtyard, they were all stunned and stopped.

"Manzhushahua! It's really Manzhushahua!" He Jiyang suddenly raised his head to look at the veiled curtain in the attic, and took another step. When he walked past the trampled Manjusahua, he waved it with his hand and spattered it on the damaged petals, and the petals miraculously recovered their shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, he obviously did not focus all of his attention on these flowers, and the shadows of the snow migratory birds made everyone present surprised. Even Feng Qingyi, who usually hates Feng Yuchen, can't help but give her a thumbs up in her heart.

There were no lights and no ups and downs, no ups and downs. At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, this originally lonely and lonely western courtyard became the most fascinating place in Fengfu. Everything here is fresh and elegant.

The flute was full, the breeze stopped, and the birds were scattered. Everyone looked like they hadn't yet finished. Xiaoli, who was originally leaning under the stairs, saw the person, and she didn't know where she was going.

He Jiyang smiled for the first time, grabbed the folding fan and gave applause, Feng Zhiheng and others saw it, but only gently applauded from the heart, and did not say anything.

"A good piece of Manzhushahua, a flower on the other side, can there be a beautiful woman on the other side?"

The voice asked humbly and politely, the voice was full of magnetism, and one could not help reminiscent of the scene that the geniuses and ladies should have when they first met.

"Where is there a beautiful woman, there is one who is sad." The wind bath dust in the attic returned to the side of Luohan's bed again. The calm tone made people feel cold.

Listening to Feng Zhiheng's ears, it is also somewhat difficult to hold on. Perhaps, these years, I have really been too cold to this daughter. In Huo Ran's mind, there was a scene more than ten years ago when Feng Yuchen's mother died. Not everyone can understand the sadness. As a father, he does not love his daughter. On the contrary, he loves the house and Ukraine. He should be the one who loves this daughter the most. It is only due to various pressures and the particularity of the wind and dust. Love this daughter like that. He also complained about why God gave all his injustices to his hard-working daughter, but he could n’t help it, he did n’t have the courage to give her love under pressure!

"Broken Bridge Feixue, this flute has been listened to countless times, no one can be interpreted with such sad emotions like a girl, and it can be interpreted so perfect. Girl Fang Rong, I do n’t know girl ... "

Before he finished speaking, the sound of the flute in the attic remembered again. It is still a sad tone, but it is no longer a broken bridge and a snow, and it is clearly a long-lasting song "See You Again".

He laughed a few times, and the halo of the folding fan circulated in his hand, only to see him wave his hand violently towards the sky, and the stray petals of the snow flew down again.

Xiao Li in the corner blinked her big bright eyes and seemed to look at the back of the snow-loving man who was arrogant and dusty with tears in her heart, and her heart throbbed again.

The fluttering snowflakes did not fall on him, but gradually curled and condensed together in front of him, and eventually turned into an Guqin!

This scene stunned everyone on the scene again. Even at a young age, he could have such pure and profound true power. It can indeed make the world look up! This Guqin is also crystal-like and jade-like, and it seems to be natural, as if it is integrated with his body.

With this ancient lament, the strings were fluctuated. Snowflakes still did not stop, as the rhythm fluttered in the air, they were like a part of life, making him incompatible with the whole world at this moment, the only thing that can be compatible with his existence is the one-inch curtain in the attic .

One violin and one flute, these two instruments that can't be ensembled at all, have at this moment resonated like never before. The falling snowflakes in mid-air, and a large piece of bleak red on the ground, seem to be performing a sad story across the cycle.

Listening to such music, Yan Liwen suddenly understood something in his heart. It turned out that this He Jiyang was no one else, but another host in Lin Tian hiding in this small world! He has been secretly manipulating this body of He Jiyang, trying to get close to the wind bath dust, and also wanting to seize the true soul of her Wanyuan mother body! Only then have the twists and turns!

Feng Yuchen's obsession with Huang Qingyue was shaken by He Jiyang, and he couldn't really release it, and he couldn't release the purest source of the mother's true soul in the soul!

This story has always been dyed with pale white and **** red tones, and even sweetness has become a thing of the past, like notes floating in the wind, after all, it must be whitened in such a dazzling color.

Yan Li has discovered that He Jiyang is performing a spell of enchantment on Feng Yuchen, so that the mark of Huang Qingyue in Feng Yuchen's heart has been confused and misplaced with He Jiyang's figure, so that he can take advantage of it!

"What a poisonous strategy!" Yan Li's soul is wandering in this space at the moment, looking at everything below with cold eyes!

Feng Yuxuan didn't know when he appeared in the corner on the other side of the Western Courtyard. At her angle, she could see the side face, but she could not see the attic where Feng Yuchen was. At the moment she is waiting for an opportunity. As long as she is not allowed to walk out of this attic.

The sound of piano flute dissipated in the air at the same moment, and everything was calm again. This song is completely from the heart of the wind bath dust from the heart playing, she is eager to meet, not in front of her.

Gently gliding down the veiled curtain to the snowflakes below, Feng Yuchen's mouth showed a sneer. Pity he was still affectionate and echoed. After walking through the wind bath dust and seeing this face again, I found that the complex emotions in my heart stretched out a little more playful.

"Then there should be other means!" Xin Yuchen put down the jade flute in his hand, waiting quietly for everything that would happen next. Yan Li's powerful mental power makes her more sober! I can already see to a certain extent the essential difference between He Jiyang and Huang Qingyue.

"You have Yu Boya's chorus and chords in the Zhongzi period, but I didn't expect to be able to reproduce such a legend with the girl today. I want to come to me, although he can't be a talent in the world, he can be regarded as a family child. This time, Hemou went north to the capital, on the one hand, to deal with some family matters, and on the other hand, he was also ordered by his father to come to this city of heaven to find a good mate, and he was ashamed. But I have never met a good relationship with He Mou, like a girl. I have never met a girl before, but I can deeply understand what the girl feels in my heart and would like to know and know the girl. "

After a few words, he retracted the folding fan and flicked his fingers. The guqin mixed with snow and ice disappeared in front of him, and the flying snowflakes gradually became denser, and then suddenly turned into an arched flashing crystal in front of him. Purple light bridge. At the other end is the location of Xin Yuchen's boudoir curtain above the attic.

Everyone in the field spent this day in shock. They saw too many things beyond imagination. They were amazing, intoxicating, admiring, and romantic. Now this scene almost realizes the romantic scene where the girls in the field have only appeared in their dreams!

They shouted and looked up in their hearts, and some sent the most tender instructions for He Fengyuchen, such as the little ring next to the pond that was not familiar with the world, and more showed the eyes of jealousy and resentment.

"In my life, I would only be willing to guard the following rosy flowers, water and fertilize them, draw poetry, and watch them endure the wind and rain, and become a hapless ghost trampled by others, so sufficient."

A cold wind blew into the hot pinna at the moment. It seemed to be beaten a few mouths.

He Jiyang's face was stagnant, and the smile on his face was even stronger.

"There are beautiful women in the north, they are peerless and independent. Once they succumb to the country, and then to the city of people again. Well, maybe I ca n’t even deserve the girl as a beautiful woman on the other bank. The testimony gathered here. "

Then, as soon as the folding fan mentioned, Zi Mang flashed in his eyes, Xiao Feng flashed over the top of his head, and the snow flew up again.

Replacing the pen with a fan, seeing his few strokes scattered across the sky, he formed a lilac manjusahua. Although only the outline of the flower, but only a few moments of ups and downs, it is enough to see the profound skills of the brush and ink.

A sacred Zijin Manzhu Sahua stopped in front of him. Only at this moment, the eyes that were originally lilac suddenly became darker and darker, and then under the cover of the sky and snow dance, a cold glare was shot out of thin air. At the same time, it makes the whole Manjusahua look more luxurious, but it also seems to have a more demon.

Indulging in a wave, Manzhushahua was lifted up by a pure lilac aura, following the curtain floating gently on the attic and into the front of Feng Yuchen.

At this moment, Yan Li, who saw all this in his eyes, suddenly felt an extremely strong death, flashing into the air, and quickly rushed into the harem's boudoir. It was too late for Yanli to block, and the dark black glimmer disappeared.

Before waiting for Xin Yuchen to see clearly, this glorious Manzhushahua, as if the tired bird has found the home, quietly penetrated into Yu Chen's body without any movement.

Yu Chen didn't think her body was different. Instead, she seemed to be blown by a breeze, which was very comfortable, but she didn't think that such a handwriting would benefit her. He doesn't seem to be a person willing to do business without cost.

"Yu Chen has thanked Master Meng for his good intentions, and the interest has passed. If there is nothing else, please ask Meng Gongzi to come back. My western courtyard is used to being deserted. I don't often visit guests on weekdays.

The curtain fell with it, as if to isolate the whole world from the outside, and Yu Chen returned to his Arhat bed in a few steps. She didn't see the strange smile on He Jiyang's mouth.

Several flashes of He Jiyang returned to the ground, and all the glitz in the air turned into dust again. Back in front of everyone again, still the smile peculiar to the handsome son, still calmly and sternly swept the deserted atmosphere of the west courtyard for a moment. Under Feng Zhiheng's leadership, the group finally left here.

He Jiyang turned back quietly, originally wanting to feel the quiet and quiet atmosphere of this western courtyard again, but inadvertently saw the small glass at the entrance of the attic wooden ladder staring at him. How sharp his eyes were, only slightly raised an arc, Xiaoli had to blush and fled towards the upper floor to escape.

"What a pretty girl who loves to open!"

I thought that the calm and peaceful atmosphere was restored in this way, but Feng Yuxuan in the unexpected corner appeared afterwards below the attic.