The night is boundless and the evening breeze is cool.

The low and soft sound of the flute seems to be gently caressing the night.

Next to the rockery in the garden of the West Garden of Fengluan Palace, she sat there, the moonlight was slightly dim, and her figure was slender and a little lonely.

One deliberately hides his breath and footsteps.

One is focused on the piece.

The moonlight, reflecting her shadow, wearing a white night dress, lined her soft and slender figure, long hair loose to the waist, like a charming goblin.

On the side of the rockery behind her, the moonlight also reflected his upright figure, dressed in monochrome purple, and he stood with his hands behind his back with a slightly cold face.

Listening to this pleasant sound of the flute, Yu Wenye's mood was the most unpleasant these days.

Although he doesn't have a special fondness for rhythmic music, he knows a little bit.

Although her playing is not as powerful as the man's side, this song is obviously the one she heard near the Drunken Immortal Tower tonight.

Yu Wenye doesn't believe in coincidences.

He suddenly figured out why at that time, she suddenly stopped when she heard the sound of the flute.

It turned out to be because of this tune.

It turned out to be because of ...... Rongyi.

She played this piece obviously not as beautifully as Rong Yi.

So, he used to teach her.

I really envy Rong Yi, she remembers everything he gave her.

After a while, Yu Wenye turned around slowly, as if he was silent when he came, and he didn't attract half a minute of attention when he left.

Under the moonlight, the man's long figure was obliquely facing the moon.

The loneliness of the Supreme One is a kind of sadness from above.

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After the song was played, Feng Jiu Ge took the flute and played with it between his fingers.

This song, which she wrote two years ago, is not good.

Therefore, she rarely plays.

Hearing Rong Yi play tonight, she remembered.

Playing like this, it looks a little jerky, but it is not as good as what Rong Yi plays.

"If there is a long Fang to come to Japan, when I practice again, I can teach Yu Wenye to play? It's just that he doesn't seem to like music? She said, but smiled lowly.

Well...... In fact, she felt that as long as she taught, that gentle tyrant would be willing to learn!

"I don't know what the tune Yu Wenye will play will be......" She tilted her head slightly and imagined for a while, and suddenly felt that she couldn't imagine it.

So, more and more anticipation.

Snapped a sneer.

She put away her flute and reached out to stroke her hair.

In Fengluan Palace, only this West Garden is the most empty, and it always seems that the night wind blows the loudest, and the freshly washed hair will be dried faster.

At this point, my hair was almost dry.

She stood up, turned away, and walked toward the dormitory.

"Niangniang, why are you alone?"

Feng Jiu Ge had just stepped into the courtyard of the dormitory, and when Xiao Hong saw her, her eyes widened, as if she was a little strange, and asked, "Didn't Your Majesty find you?" ”

"What?" Feng Jiuge felt that something was wrong, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Your Majesty has been here?" ”

Xiaohong nodded, "I've been here, the slave said that you were in Xiyuan Garden, and Your Majesty said to go over there to find you...... Didn't you see him? ”

Feng Jiu Ge was silent and shook his head, "I haven't seen him, maybe I left again because of something." ”

She walked towards the dormitory, and suddenly, she paused and turned to look at Xiaohong, "Xiaohong, when did Your Majesty come?" ”

Xiaohong thought for a while, "About two cups of tea." ”

Hearing this, Feng Jiu Ge squeezed the jade flute in his hand suddenly.

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(The time of two teas in ancient times, about = 25 minutes)