It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
In the courtyard where there were originally five people, the dim light of lanterns and candles made a few more figures appear faintly in the courtyard.
The smell of alcohol dispersed from the courtyard, and Mrs.
Zheng San, who quietly walked into the courtyard, could not help but frown.
She raised her eyes and saw no one.
After such a long time, Mrs.
Zheng San naturally knew where the smell of alcohol came from at this moment, and also understood where these people were hiding, so the figure under her feet headed towards the opposite roof.
Since all the musicians in the Qingfeng Pavilion used for the reception have left, there are naturally many rooms available here.
However, these two people don't like indoors and prefer to sit on the roof.
Mrs.
Zheng San has nothing to do.
"Young Master Qin, the twelve brothers are hiding here drinking again tonight, why don't you call me one?"
The voice seemed to be coquettish, but this kind of voice had long been accustomed to the two people in front of them during this period of time.
Jian Twelve was lying quietly on the roof, while Qin Langge was sitting upright on the side.
The two of them were not surprised at all by Zheng Shisanniang's arrival.
"It's rare that Sanniang is in such a good mood that she and I come here to drink together tonight.
No matter whether we are friends or foes in the future, at least we can drink together at this moment, which is the most rare thing."
Jian Twelve raised his head and drank.
Take a sip of wine and say.
"As expected of Sword Twelve, with such a big heart.
Looking at how many heroes there are in the demonic and righteous ways, there are not many like the Twelve Brothers."
Mrs.
Zheng San said, walking to the two of them and smiling.
Qin Langge was slightly surprised, but he just asked: "Why hasn't Sanniang returned to the Money Gang?
As far as I know, the Money Gang is the busiest gang in the world.
If Sanniang is not here, there will probably be a lot of things left in the gang."
Decide."
Mrs.
Zheng San sat leisurely, raised the crystal white jade wine bottle in her hand and said, "Mr.
Yue's life and death are uncertain, how can Sanniang leave early."
Jian Twelve smiled when he heard the words: "Everyone in the world said that money helped the third master to be evil and want money.
Now it seems that the rumors may not be true.
Sanniang turns out to be a sentimental person.
If you don't dislike the identity of the Twelve Demons, this pot Wine, here’s to you.”
Mrs.
Zheng San was not a petty person.
Even though the strong liquor in the pot was not ordinary, she still raised her head and poured it into her mouth as if it were cold water.
Then she regained her original charming look and said: "Where can I go in this world?"
To put it bluntly, the two young heroes stayed here because they wanted to be friends with Mr.
Yue, and I only stayed here because Mr.
Yue had money to make."
"Just because I have money to make," Qin Langge asked in a low voice.
"Of course, and it's not just about making money.
Maybe it's a woman's premonition.
I always feel that there will be times when I can rely on Mr.
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Yue in the future.
Now that I have a favor for nothing, who wouldn't want to do business without capital?"
Jian Twelve shook his head and chuckled: "Sanniang thought she could be deceived by such an excuse."
Mrs.
Zheng San sighed, and then said quietly: "I just hope Mr.
Yue can wake up as soon as possible, so that the head of Qingcheng will not be as worried."
Qin Langge was thoughtful, but Mrs.
Zheng San who was standing aside asked, "Young Master Qin, the head of Qingcheng has finally decided to destroy Fengming."
Qin Langge nodded and said: "Fengming was originally unknown, but then it condensed the death aura in Brother Yue's song.
Today's Fengming is not an auspicious instrument at all.
Every time the strings tremble, the murderous aura in it is Even the leader of Qingcheng can’t control it.”
Mrs.
Zheng San said with some regret: "Maybe Mr.
Yue can control this piano.
After all, it is a rare magic weapon in the world.
Wouldn't it be a pity to destroy it like this."
"You are so optimistic about Brother Yue, even if he wakes up, he will lose all his power."
"Of course, if it weren't for the potential in Brother Yue, why would I be like this?
Although I am in the world, I am still a businessman in essence.
As the saying goes, there is no business without profit.
My identity determines that I cannot just do it for the sake of the two of you.
That’s what friends can do.
Friends are so rare in this world.”
"We are indeed worried about Brother Yue because we are friends, but I am afraid that the two of us are not as worried as Master Qingcheng.
I was brought up by my master since I was a child, so I naturally understand Brother Yue's attachment to Uncle Qingcheng.
Brother Yue's Temptation, I know it best during this journey.
He was too careful, even turning into another person just to live, so Brother Yue is a ruthless person.
If Uncle Qingcheng hadn't been there, I don't think Brother Yue would have risked his life that night.
Based on his calculations, He must have known how to stay out of it."
Jian Twelve smiled contemptuously: "So, Brother Lai Yue is actually a sentimental person.
My magic way doesn't talk about great love or not.
I can risk my life to protect the people I cherish.
To me, this is the most sentimental person. .
So I am willing to make friends with Brother Yue, because you will never worry that such a friend will kill you at some point."
After Jian Twelve finished speaking, he fell silent, and the other two seemed to be deep in thought.
So there were fewer people talking in the night, and there were three more drunk people.
There was silence all night.
As the first ray of sunlight in the morning dispelled the dusk, the three of them finally woke up from their deep sleep.
They just looked at each other and realized that this seemed a bit indecent.
Then they started to move towards their residence.
And what also appeared with this morning light was naturally the sound of the flute coming from the courtyard where Qingcheng lived.
The sound of the flute is like weeping and complaining, and the bass keeps looping back and forth, and the layers of it seem to be just to stimulate the infinite sadness in the listener's heart.
However, the sound of the flute is inherently clear, so the contradiction between the low and clear sounds is even more disturbing.
Such a song can best be described as smelling sad.
It's just that during this time, everyone in Qingfeng Pavilion has become accustomed to the sound of the flute, so much so that Shuqi, who came out of Qingcheng Courtyard, couldn't help but sigh.
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Qingcheng's musical understanding was not as good as hers, but as a disciple of Fengming Pavilion, she could naturally hear the profound meaning of this song.
It's worry and loss, but more importantly, it's self-blame.
Just as he was thinking about it, Shuqi suddenly felt someone's presence in front of him.
When he looked up, he found that Sword Master Lin Langzhao had arrived in front of him at some point.
He couldn't help but ask: "Why is Uncle Lin here?"
Lin Langzhao smiled and said: "I wanted to persuade Xiao Qing'er, but now it seems that I don't need to.
However, the sound of the flute is rare, and I was intoxicated by it for a while, so I stayed here to listen for a while."
"Why did Uncle Master say this?"
Shuqi asked curiously.
Lin Langzhao heard this and said with great interest: "Over the past few days, I have gradually understood the temperament of this little brother Yue.
It is rare that there is someone with a personality like mine in this world.
Such a person will definitely not be frustrated by the backlash of this artistic conception.
Falling into a deep sleep forever, I believe that somewhere we don’t know, Brother Yue is also trying to open his eyes again, even for the sound of the flute.”
Shuqi shook his head and said with some confusion: "I can't understand what Uncle Master said."
"You will understand later.
He took a path that I did not dare to take.
If he fell like this, how could he be worthy of his past choices?
Now that I have finished listening to this song, it is time to go back, pack up and leave. " "Also, what's the name of this piece of music?"
Lin Langzhao suddenly asked after turning around.
Shuqi thought about it carefully and said, "I heard from my junior sister that this piece of music is called Luan Hong and was composed by my nephew."
Lin Langzhao nodded and turned to leave, but what the two of them didn't know at this moment was that a certain young man who had been sleeping for half a month seemed to hear the music, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he was telling something.
The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and Qingcheng turned around in surprise and looked at the young man on the bed.
Although the young man still did not open his eyes, she could clearly hear the voice coming from the corner of the young man's mouth.
Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing
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