MTL - The World of the Pirate Consort-Chapter 173

He slyly held the body of the sinking fish, feeling that her body was gradually cooling, and her heart was stunned.

In my opinion, Shen Yu is not a cruel man, but what is it that makes such a small child desperate to run for others. Four years ago, I was only 13 years old! Tonight, she lost her life as a result, but the child was so willing.

Haw hugged the sinking fish and felt something falling in her arms. She stared at the light, and found that it was a roll of parchment paper. When she opened it, she saw that the water dragon island's defense distribution map was drawn on it.

He trembled in his heart, this picture should be given to his master by the sinking fish.

Suddenly without seeing the parchment the next night, the light suddenly condensed. He reached out and took it from Selse, but instead of looking at the picture on the parchment, he looked at the parchment repeatedly.

He asked quietly, "Is there anything wrong?"

"This parchment ..." Suddenly, Ye Wuyan paused his voice, and a flash of coldness flashed between the dark eyes.

Suddenly puzzled, he took the parchment and suddenly looked.

She lived in the mansion of Ye Wuya for a while, knowing that Wuya has always been particular about pen and ink. She had seen a parchment like a mule in his house, which he made specially. The four-cornered cut is a streamlined pattern, and the water pattern painted by himself is printed in the lower right corner.

She looked at the familiar parchment with a murmur in her heart. She was not skeptical of boundlessness, but she was pushed down by that suspicion several times. Because, in her mind, Wuya is such a light and light person. Soon after he and her first met, he could give up his life to save her, how could he do something to frame her! ?

But, looking at the parchment in front of me, I still couldn't believe it. Four years ago, the blue shirt boy who rescued her from under the cliff of Heishan was really boundless!

He said he saved her, she believes, but the mastermind of those things, to stir up the gap between Helian Aotian and smokeless night, is it infinite?

Yan Ye No Smoke seems to know this kind of special parchment paper, the brows are slightly condensed, and the deep phoenix eyes are deepened.

"You know this parchment too?" Ye Wuyan asked in a low voice, his eyes unpredictable.

He nodded and asked, "I don't think Wuya is such a person!"

Ye Yan smoked his eyes, looking at the moonlight, his frowning eyes, he said lightly: "I don't believe it, but ..." He didn't say any more. He knew that Wuya had no interest in the throne, but he was right He knew what he was interested in.

He raised his eyes and looked up at the cold moon in the sky.

Alas, Gao Jie and the cold moon exudes the cold gloom, covering the sea, the ships on the sea, and the people on board.

This night, it was unpredictable.

The smirk before Shen Yu left, kept flashing in her mind.

怎样 What kind of smile is that? !! It was impossible to describe.

I have no sorrow, no bleakness, no regrets, and no pain. Instead, I am very happy with a sense of unawareness. Rejoicing and ashamed, what was the mood of the sinking fish at that time? Perhaps, she can understand that her shame was because she did not fulfill her master's wishes, and failed to send out the news of Cheer and the sheepskin map. She rejoiced because she finally died for her master and was finally relieved.

Is that so?

Hey, because of something else?

I have always thought that Shen Yu is the kind of woman who has no heart or lungs. It seems that there is no cause for worry. She always laughs. It was never expected that one day she would die ruthlessly for the sake of others. In fact, Shen Yu has been with her for the past few years, and she should know that with her temper, even if she does something wrong, she will save her life. However, she went without hesitation.

The girl who used to be so alive is now in the dust.

That little smile, formidable, a dusty road, but for whom hard, for whom?

Is really for boundlessness? Her master is boundless?

At the first thought of boundlessness, Sutherin's heart lingered. She didn't understand. If it was boundless, why would he do it? Could it be that he also intended to be emperor? Secret really dare not think about it anymore, she was embraced, got out of bed, and walked slowly to the window, standing.

The moon, has moved to Zhongtian calmly, and sprinkled thousands of silver rays to the quiet small building. The sky was a clear dark blue without any trace of impurities. Raising her head and looking through the window, she saw the heavy pure sky, pressing down to her eyes. For a moment, she felt a heavy pressure between her chest and her chest, which made her breathless.

When I was feeling upset, I heard the gentle sound of Dongxiao from the long, cool night breeze.

The flute sound is clear and lingering, and the magic sound is generally straightforward. Compared with the flute sound, the flute sound is sad and grieving. The sobbing tone is often sorrowful. However, the flute sound is not like that at the moment, although the faint sound is not very true. But he did not conceal the lingering feelings contained in it, smelling it, like a confession between lovers. It seemed to be sorrowful, full of enthusiasm, and there was a sigh and a sigh.

This song is the well-known "Feng Qiu Huang".

The night she played "Feng Qiu Huang" outside her window, she felt a jump in her heart.

Tonight, there was no smoke without leaving, and I stayed in Shuilong Island.

The reason for beating him was that the merchant ship of Ouyang Beggar was on board. Today, the merchant ship of Ouyang Beggar has gone overseas. He returned without a ship and can only stay on this water dragon island temporarily.

The reason for stinging him was that he would not believe it, and Dangchunchun Shuilou would never lack ships, and she would not lack ships. However, since he didn't leave, it was even more late in the middle of the night. She was not such a mean person, she sent Zi Mi to prepare a quilt, and arranged for a smoke-free night to rest in the lower room of her attic.

No matter what, in this menacing environment, Yewuyan is still the most worthy of her trust.

He listened to the lingering sound of the piano, and smiled faintly, and Yaoqin placed on the piano case by the window. Seorui turned around and sat before the case of the piano, lowered his head, his fingers down, and by the bright moonlight flowing from the window, he flicked on the strings, the strings trembled, and the sound of the strings began to rise.

I just didn't play "Feng Qiu Huang" with that song, but she played "Feng Guiyun" by herself.

He is Feng, but she may not be Phoenix, so their future is not necessarily Feng Feng He Ming!

Wu Qinyin fluttered out along with the night breeze, and Ye Wuyan seemed to immediately catch this Qin Qinyin, and the flute stopped abruptly. He didn't seem to have expected that he would not go with him in "Feng Qiu Huang". After a short pause, the flute sounds again, trying to reconcile the sound of the piano, but the sound of the flute becomes deeper and slower as the flute sound becomes clearer. Xiaoyin chased and the sound of the piano sounded low and gentle, but the piano sound suddenly pulled up, the string sound was sharp. In this way, the flute sounded and the piano sound fell. The sound of the flute fell, and the sound of the piano rose.

Xiao Xiaoyin chased Qin Yin, just like a seagull chased the waves, but the waves went up and down as they pleased, for a while, it was surging and calm. In this way, a song "Feng Qiu Huang" was blown up, and a song "Feng Guiyun" was blown apart.

This piano and ensemble ensemble, there is no half-pleasing Feng Feng and Ming Ming.

Yin Qin's voice was hidden, but Xiao Yin's voice paused, but it continued. Although it was not too slow to recover, the affectionate models were collected into the ears, but it was a bit sad and phlegmatic.

Rising up, the corners of her lips could not help but evoke a bitter smile. Turn back and lie on the bed, the flute sound outside the window is like a magic sound, it has never stopped, and it flows like a stream in the quiet night.

Perhaps, after blowing for a while, he would go back to rest. So thoughtfully.

Alas, Ye Wuyan seemed to feel tired at all, and Xiaoyin didn't mean to stop at all. Selse naturally didn't fall asleep at all. In the end, until the middle of the night, Selce couldn't stand the lingering flute, got up from the bed, put on his shirt, and slowly went downstairs.

It's October, and the night on Shuilong Island is already cold. Secretly tightening his clothes, through the deciduous flower forest, followed the sound of flutes. Until I came out of the flower forest, there was an open area in front of which was planted some low-scented trees, and the sweet fragrance of the scent was permeated in the air.

Ye Ye sat on a piece of bluestone without smoke, playing flute with both hands.

Kasama, back to his past while listening to his flute in Linjiang Tower. At that time, he and she hadn't met for the first time, but the ensemble of piano and flute was so harmonious and seamless, which made her feel so emotional.

Bian Yuehua is like practicing the sky like water. He is sitting in the bright moonlight, a white shirt and moonlight are fused together, and the ink set off against it is like smooth black satin, fluttering behind him.

He stood under the tree a few steps away from him, staring at the figure of his flute under the moon. The hair was drooping, covering his face, but from the back he could feel his sadness and loneliness.

The moon was hanging round the sky behind him. It was round and big, and seemed to have infected his mood. It was sad and clear.

She didn't have a tune with him, but he was still tirelessly blowing it over and over, over and over again. The cheerful tune seemed to be wailed by him.

"No smoke at night, don't blow any more!" Seser stepped out from behind the tree, walked straight to the side of the night without smoke, standing calmly. Yuehua lingered invisibly, flicking his deep features, casting a faint halo.

Yan Ye's smoke-free hand trembled, gently lowered the hole on the lips, the gorgeous flute stopped abruptly, and the last note dissipated in the night wind.

Glancing at his eyes, he still gazed at the forest in front of the moon and said lightly, "You are here."

Yun's tone was so calm and natural, it seemed that she would eventually come.

"I'm leaving here tomorrow morning!" Ye Yan smoked his head sideways, his deep eyes locked on his face. Although he was extremely reluctant, he could not live in Shuilong Island all the time. Tonight he just wanted to see her for a while. Since his reunion, he and her have encountered each other in such a hasty glance. However, she seemed reluctant to meet him, and also refused to ensemble with his piano.