Chapter 144: Deep flower

The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes finally finished, and finally said a sentence as the epilogue: "Xue Yu is very good at playing the piano, would your Highness want to hear it?"
Ling Fengxiao put down her wine glass and said lightly, "No need."
The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes seemed a little panicked.
Ling Fengxiao looked up again at the boy named Xue Yu: "Come here."
The middle-aged man in the Chinese service suit looks ecstatic.
Several other middle-aged men in Chinese clothing also envied him.
Lin Shu continued to watch, thinking to himself that it was the songs, dances, performances, and other programs presented by those who did not receive the favor of Ling Fengxiao. Only the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes presented a unique gift, even the piano Without having to play, she was called by Ling Fengxiao.
Those middle-aged men in Chinese clothes began to talk to each other, and with Lin Shu's ear strength, they heard that the content of their conversation was roughly: "Originally, Your Highness liked this."
"His ... It seems that there are rumors that when His Royal Highness was still in the palace a few years ago, he had a hobby of raising his noodles."
"That's the case, that's the case. His Highness has always been moody, but he didn't expect something he really liked."
Of course, there are also discordant voices: "Brother Chu, you see, no matter how she takes power, she is still a woman ... hmm!"
Brother Chu said: "Brother Chen, you're right, this woman is a woman after all ..."
They said, the boy named Xue Yu, holding the piano, looked at Ling Fengxiao timidly.
Ling Fengxiao said again and again: "You come."
The texture of the sound is cold and faint, with a little husky, can not hear the mood.
Xue Yu bit her pale lips with soft texture, walked forward, put down her piano, and knelt down obediently in front of Ling Fengxiao.
Ling Fengxiao still had no expression on her face. From the side of Xiao Lingyang's hand, she took a folding fan of gold and raised the boy's chin expressionlessly.
Xue Yu was forced to look up at him.
Lin Shu kept watching.
A boy of sixteen or seventeen is inevitably a little weak, and with his exquisite facial features, he is very beautiful and beautiful.
Not to mention when raising his face, the light of the candle light next to it pulsates in the dark pupils, adding a warm yellow color, which also promotes the vaguely disturbing look in those eyes, like a frightened little Rabbit.
Lin Shu was still watching.
Ling Fengxiao provoked the boy's face, seeming to look carefully up, down, left and right.
After watching for a while, her thin red lips were raised and she smiled.
After this smile, the boy's pretty eyes seemed to turn into a stream of water, and he screamed, "His Royal Highness ..."
However, the next moment, Ling Fengxiao's face suddenly changed!
The folding fan was pinned to the ground by him!
The folding fan rolled a few times and fell on the jade steps, the sound was crisp.
The boy was more like a frightened bunny, shivering.
The middle-aged man in the middle-aged Chinese suit, who was slightly obese at the bottom, also began to shiver.
However, Ling Fengxiao who made such a move did not show any anger, and did not even raise his voice.
It's just cold.
As cold as the icy ice in the empty valley.
He opened his lips gently and slowly said, "What are you ...?"
The boy was so frightened that he couldn't help saying: "His Royal Highness ... Your Highness, I ..."
As he said, he was still looking at the middle-aged man in Huafu and asked for help.
Lin Shu looked at the boy.
If it was a cousin, or Xiao Shao, it might not be the case, but unfortunately, this cute boy is facing Ling Fengxiao.
Ling Fengxiao's temper has always been bad.
It's more than bad, it's almost terrible.
The boy asked the middle-aged man in Chinese clothing for help, I am afraid it is invalid, and even the middle-aged man in Chinese clothing has to protect himself.
He thought silently, and saw the boy shrink into a ball, shouting "His Royal Highness" in his mouth.
Ling Fengxiao originally leaned slightly in order to see him. At this time, he retracted his upper body, leaned back on the high seat of Jin Jin, supported his head with one hand, and Lin Shu saw his sharp face between the lights and shadows. Under the eyelashes is a pupil with no waves, showing a startling indifference.
His voice was as indifferent as his eyes, and said only one word to the boy who had been crying to Pear with rain and shivering into a branch of Sydney in the wind.
"roll."
The boy didn't know what had happened, and was crying.
The guards underneath still glanced forward, and struck him down.
But Ling Fengxiao's expression was not relieved in the slightest.
Another wink guard pulled the piano left by the boy and whispered, "Burn."
Ling Fengxiao's expression still did not ease.
Several guards looked at each other, and walked towards the gray-faced middle-aged man in Chinese clothes. Regardless of his yelling, he begged him to drag him on.
The rest of the men in Chinese clothes were trembling.
I saw Ling Fengxiao picking up the agate cup again, shaking the liquor slightly, and slowly said, "I ... I have a bad temper, and I just lost my mind for a moment. Zhujun forgive me."
"Missing the moment" and "forgive me," said everyone, but anyone with ears could hear the condescending and lightness of that tone.
The middle-aged men in Chinese clothing continued to be quiet as chickens.
Ling Fengxiao took a sip of spirits and said, "If nothing happens, then ... continue."
The sound of shreds of bamboo squeaked, then gradually returned to normal.
The atmosphere underneath has gradually recovered and everyone has pretended to ignore it.
Lin Shu looked at this scene closely.
Just the scene just before, we can see what kind of authority the current Ling Fengxiao has in his hands.
These middle-aged men in Chinese clothes and their families are all ministers or royal nobles in the capital. All the banquets are to please Ling Fengxiao, and Ling Fengxiao loses his temper, and they dare not speak out. Ling Fengxiao said that nothing happened, then nothing happened.
And Xiao Lingyang, this apricot-golden creature, does just that:
Give Ling Feng Xiao the dishes.
Pour wine to Ling Fengxiao.
Wink at the guard.
Lin Shu finds it interesting.
He was still hiding in the shadow of the corner of the temple, and stretched out a lingering spirit to explore the breath of Ling Fengxiao.
The breath is fairly stable, and even has reached the realm of robbery. From the appearance, there is nothing wrong with it.
It just seems to be a reduction from three years ago.
He saw Ling Fengxiao drinking.
He drank much more often than before the boy appeared, almost drinking and looking down at the staggered crowd below the platform.
A cup, then a cup.
Xiao Lingyang said: "Don't drink, don't die."
Ling Fengxiao said, "You let me die."
Xiao Lingyang: "Then you die quickly."
Ling Fengxiao smiled, but she drank less and sipped.
It was just that a pair of mists were overcast in the domineering eyes of ordinary people, and they seemed a little drunk.
Beauty, drunk, is certainly good-looking.
But who dares to look up and take a closer look at the people at this banquet?
Ling Fengxiao suddenly coughed, took up the silk silk cover next to her hand, and lowered it.
Xiao Lingyang glanced at this side: "Your lips are so fat."
Ling Fengxiao expressionless: "Get out."
Lin Shu never looked away from that white silk.
He can see clearly from this angle, where is the lipstick?
Clearly blood.
He frowned slightly.
Earlier, Yingying told him in a dream that her father had coughed up blood.
It seems that the body of this little phoenix really has a problem.
The banquet continued, and he saw Ling Fengxiao spit blood twice more.
Finally, at midday on the moon, the banquet was over and the song ended.
Ling Fengxiao said nothing and walked behind.
Xiao Lingyang said "hey" and wanted to keep up, but was stopped by the middle-aged men in Chinese clothes.
Lin Shu continued to be too lazy to listen to these chubby men seeking news, asking His Highness Fengyang why he was so angry. He could only hear Xiao Lingyang being overwhelmed, and said, "She can't see anyone playing the piano, she can't see anyone in white clothes, and even more people. You play the piano in white and you remember today. "
Those people continued to ask, but Xiao Lingyang lost patience, walked back, left the crowd, and shouted "Sister".
But when the palace was empty and the flowers were shaking in the garden, his sister's shadow had disappeared.
Xiao Lingyang exhaled a bit in his nose, and then left on his own.
Lin Shu looked away from Xiao Lingyang and continued to look at Ling Fengxiao.
After Ling Fengxiao left the banquet, she walked alone through the palace building and the cascading flower road, and came to a small wooden pavilion from the depths of the flower.
At this time, it was when the peony flower was in full bloom.
Flowers and shadows swayed slightly in the night breeze, so Xiao Lingyang did not see him.
Lin Shu looked at him from a high place like this, seeing that he walked slightly because of drunkenness, leaned on the pavilion, then sat down and looked up at the full moon in the sky.
He took out a tube of bamboo flute, and seemed to want to play a piece of music. The flute reached the lip, but dropped it again.
The moonlight is like water, and the lights are dim in the distance.
Lin Shu came down from the corner of the eaves and headed this way.
His footsteps were very light. Ling Fengxiao Yueyue didn't hear the sound and never looked back.
After Lin Shu also walked through the flowers and came to the small wooden pavilion, standing behind him, he slowly turned around.
At the first glance, Lin Shu determined that the man was really drunk.
Ling Fengxiao first looked up at him, looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand to him.
That action, and Ying Ying's move to embrace, have something in common.
Lin Shu took a step forward and was embraced by Ling Fengxiao and rolled outward.
He caught off guard and Ling Fengxiao both fell into the dense peony flowers.
Ling Fengxiao stood up and looked at him, her eyes were still not clear, she smiled stupidly, and reached out to trace his eyebrows.
Lin Shu didn't move, didn't speak, and let him move.
After drawing, he leaned down and said in Lin Shu's ear: "I haven't dreamed of you for a long time ..."
After that, I smiled again.
Lin Shu looked into his eyes.
In a pair of eyes, the waves shone and melted into the melting moonlight tonight.
Does he think this is a dream?
Ling Fengxiao also looked at him and said gently: "I ..."
After saying "I", the text disappeared, but Lin Shu looked at him and felt that he was about to cry.
Ling Fengxiao opened her mouth again, but at the end she said nothing.
Lin Shu asked: "How is your health?"
Ling Fengxiao lay down, leaned against his chest, grabbed his sleeve with his right hand, and his voice was very low: "Body, all good ..."
The epilogue faded away.
Lin Shu looked at him, but saw that the man had closed his eyes.
He went to explore the pulse of Ling Fengxiao and found that the pulse was astringent and not good.
He did not know why he sighed softly and got up from the peony flowers.
Although Ling Fengxiao was fainted, she still held him and hugged him horizontally.
When hugged, Ling Fengxiao's hair rubbed to the flowers next to her.
Lin Shu looked around and saw a sea of ​​peony flowers, blooming glamorous.
Looking at her arms again, Ling Fengxiao closed her eyes quietly, dressed in a crimson palace dress, and the veil fluttered in the night breeze, because of drunkenness, the corners of her eyes were still faint reddish.
Although he is a swordsman with no emotions, he still has a chance to retain a certain aesthetic.
Only the peony is a real national flower.