The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

The middle-aged man in Chinese attire finally finished playing, and finally said a sentence as a conclusion: "Xue Yu is very good at playing the piano, would you like to listen to it, Your Highness?"

Ling Fengxiao put down the wine glass in his hand, and said lightly: "No need."

The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes seemed a little panicked.

Ling Fengxiao looked up at the boy named Xueyu again: "Come here."

The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes was beaming with joy.

Several other middle-aged men in fancy clothes around him also cast envious glances at him.

Lin Shu continued to watch coldly, thinking, probably the songs and dances, performances and other programs presented by the people in front did not win Ling Fengxiao's favor, but only the gift presented by this middle-aged man in fine clothes was different, even the piano Without even playing, Ling Fengxiao called him over.

Those middle-aged men in fancy clothes began to whisper to each other, and with Lin Shu's ear strength, the content of their conversation was roughly: "It turns out that Your Highness likes this."

"Hiss... It seems that there are rumors that a few years ago, when His Highness was still studying in the academy, he had a hobby of raising noodles."

"I see, I see, Your Highness has always been moody, and I didn't expect that there would be someone I really like."

Of course, there were also discordant voices: "Brother Chu, look, no matter how powerful she is, she is still a woman after all...Hmph!"

Brother Chu said: "Brother Chen, you are right, this woman is a woman after all..."

As they talked, the boy named Xue Yu held the Qin and looked at Ling Fengxiao timidly.

Ling Fengxiao said again: "Come here."

The texture of the voice is cold and indifferent, with a bit of cold hoarseness, no emotion or anger can be heard.

Xue Yu bit her light-colored, soft lips, stepped forward, put down the piano, and knelt down obediently in front of Ling Fengxiao.

Ling Fengxiao still had no expression on her face, and took a gold-painted folding fan from Xiao Lingyang's hand next to her, and raised the boy's chin expressionlessly.

Xueyu was forced to look up at him.

Lin Shu continued to watch with cold eyes.

For a boy of sixteen or seventeen, his body is unavoidably weak, and with that delicate face, he is really cute and pretty.

——Not to mention that when the face was raised up, the light of the candle next to it danced in the dark pupils, adding a layer of warm yellow color, and also contributed to the vague uneasiness in those eyes, like a frightened little girl. Rabbit gone.

Lin Shu still watched with cold eyes.

Ling Fengxiao raised the boy's face and seemed to be looking carefully up, down, left, and right.

After looking at it for a while, she curled up her thin red lips and smiled.

After this smile, the boy's beautiful eyes seemed to melt, and he called softly: "Your Highness..."

However, the next moment, Ling Fengxiao's expression suddenly changed!

That folding fan was thrown to the ground by him!

The folding fan rolled a few times and fell on the jade steps with a crisp sound.

The boy looked more like a frightened little rabbit, shivering.

The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes with ordinary face and slightly obese underneath also began to tremble.

However, Ling Fengxiao, who made such a move, didn't show any anger, and didn't even raise his voice.

It's just that it's cold.

As cold as unmelted ice in an empty valley.

He opened his lips lightly, and said slowly: "What are you...?"

The boy was so frightened that he couldn't speak fluently: "His... Your Highness, I..."

While talking, he also looked at the middle-aged man in fancy clothes and asked him for help.

Lin Shu looked at the boy.

If it was my cousin, or Xiao Shao, maybe it wouldn't be like this, but unfortunately, this cute boy is facing Ling Fengxiao.

Ling Fengxiao's temper has always been bad.

It's not bad, it's really bad.

The boy's plea for help from the middle-aged man in the Chinese costume is probably ineffective, and even the middle-aged man in the Chinese costume himself will be in danger.

He was thinking silently, and saw the boy huddled into a ball, shouting "Your Highness" incessantly.

However, Ling Fengxiao originally leaned slightly to look at him, but now she retracted her upper body and leaned halfway on the gilt high seat again, with her head propped on one hand, Lin Shu saw his chiseled face half-hanging in the shadows of the lights Under the eyelashes are unwavering pupils, revealing a shocking indifference.

His voice was as indifferent as his eyes, and he only said one word to the boy who had been crying until the pear blossoms brought rain and shook into a Sydney branch in the wind.

"roll."

The boy didn't know what happened and was crying.

The guards below still winked, and stepped forward to hold him down.

But Ling Fengxiao's expression did not ease in the slightest.

Another winking guard took away the violin left by the boy, and whispered, "Burn it."

Ling Fengxiao's expression still did not ease.

A few more guards looked at each other, walked towards the gray-faced middle-aged man in Chinese clothes, ignored his cries for mercy, and dragged him down too.

The rest of the men in Chinese costumes were silent.

Ling Fengxiao picked up the agate cup again, shook the wine in it lightly, and said slowly: "I... have a bad temper, and I lost my sense of proportion just now, gentlemen, please forgive me."

He said "I lost my sense of proportion for a while" and "Forgive me, gentlemen", but anyone with ears can hear the condescension and contempt in that tone.

The middle-aged men in fancy clothes continued to be as quiet as chickens.

Ling Fengxiao took a sip of the strong wine and said, "If nothing happens, then... let's continue."

The sound of silk and bamboo rang out sparsely, and then gradually returned to normal.

The atmosphere below also gradually revived, and everyone pretended to ignore what had happened.

Lin Shu watched this scene carefully.

Just from the scene just now, it can be seen what kind of authority Ling Fengxiao has in his hands now.

These middle-aged men in fine clothes and their families were probably ministers or princes and nobles in the capital, and they all did things to curry favor with Ling Fengxiao at the banquet, and when Ling Fengxiao lost his temper, they dared not make a sound.Ling Fengxiao said nothing happened, so nothing happened.

And what Xiao Lingyang, the apricot-golden creature, did was——

Serve Ling Fengxiao with vegetables.

Pour wine for Ling Fengxiao.

Wink at the guard.

Lin Shu found it quite interesting.

He was still hiding in the shadow of the corner of the roof of the hall, stretching out a wisp of fluttering spiritual power to detect Ling Fengxiao's aura.

The breath is fairly stable, and even reached the realm of crossing the catastrophe. From the outside, there is nothing wrong with it.

It's just that it seems to be a little less clear than three years ago.

He saw Ling Fengxiao drinking.

Compared to before that boy appeared, he drank much more frequently, almost drinking while looking down at the crowd under the high stage.

One cup, one cup after another.

Xiao Lingyang said: "Don't drink, don't die."

Ling Fengxiao said: "You control me to death."

Xiao Lingyang: "Then you hurry up and die."

Ling Fengxiao smiled, but drank less and took small sips.

It's just that the usually domineering eyes were covered with a layer of mist, as if a little drunk.

Beauty, drunk, is certainly good-looking.

But among the people at the banquet, who would dare to raise their eyes to take a closer look?

Ling Fengxiao coughed suddenly, covered her mouth with the silk handkerchief beside her hand, and then put it down.

Xiao Lingyang glanced over here: "Your lip balm is really heavy."

Ling Fengxiao was expressionless: "Get lost."

Lin Shu never took his eyes off the snow-white silk.

He can see clearly from this angle, so where is the lip balm?

It was clearly blood.

He frowned slightly.

Earlier, Yingying had told him in a dream that her father had coughed up blood.

Now it seems that there is really something wrong with the little phoenix's body.

The banquet continued, and he saw Ling Fengxiao vomit blood twice more in the middle.

Finally, when the moon was in the sky, the banquet was over, and the music came to an end.

Ling Fengxiao walked back without saying a word.

Xiao Lingyang let out an "hey" and wanted to follow, but was stopped by middle-aged men in fancy clothes.

Lin Shu continued to be too lazy to listen to these fat men babbling for information, and asked His Highness Fengyang why he was so angry. He could only hear Xiao Lingyang couldn't help it, and said: "She can't see anyone playing the piano, she can't see anyone wearing white clothes, and she can't see anyone Wear white clothes and play the piano, you remember today."

Those people continued to ask, but Xiao Lingyang lost his patience, walked back, left the crowd, and called "Sister" a few times.

But seeing that the palace was empty and the shadows of flowers in the garden were shaking, there was no shadow of his sister.

Xiao Lingyang exhaled angrily with his nose, and then left.

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 path, and came to a small wooden pavilion in the depths of Huacong.

At this time, it is the time when the peonies are in full bloom.

There were many shadows of flowers, and they swayed slightly in the night wind, so Xiao Lingyang didn't see him.

Lin Shu looked at him like this from a high place, and saw that he swayed slightly because of drunkenness, leaned on the pillar of the pavilion, then sat down, and looked up at the full moon in the sky.

He took out a bamboo flute, as if he wanted to play a tune, but the flute touched his lips, but he put it down again.

The moonlight is like water, and the lights in the distance are dim.

Lin Shu came down from the corner of the eaves and walked this way.

His footsteps were very light, Ling Feng Xiaoyue probably didn't hear the sound, so he didn't look back.

When Lin Shu also walked through the flowers and came to the small wooden pavilion and stood still behind him, he slowly turned his head.

The first time Lin Shu saw the mist filling his eyes, he was sure that this man was really drunk.

Ling Fengxiao first looked up at him, stared at him for a while, and then stretched out his hand to him.

That movement, and Yingying's movement of wanting to hug, unexpectedly have similarities.

Lin Shu took a step forward, was hugged by Ling Fengxiao's waist, and rolled out.

He was caught off guard and Ling Fengxiao both fell into the thick peonies.

Ling Fengxiao stood up and looked at him, with still not clear eyes, she smiled foolishly, and stretched out her hand to trace his eyebrows and eyes.

Lin Shu didn't move or speak, and let him move.

After drawing, he leaned down and whispered in Lin Shu's ear, "I haven't dreamed of you for a long time..."

After speaking, he smiled again.

Lin Shu looked into his eyes.

In a pair of eyes, the waves shone, melting into the melting moonlight of this night.

Did he think it was a dream?

Ling Fengxiao also looked at him, and said softly: "I..."

After saying "I", there was nothing to say, but Lin Shu looked at him and felt that he was about to cry.

Ling Fengxiao opened her mouth again, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Lin Shu asked, "How is your health?"

Ling Fengxiao lay down, leaned against his chest, grabbed his sleeve with his right hand, and said in a low voice, "Your body is fine..."

The tail sound gradually disappeared.

Lin Shu looked at him, but saw that the man had closed his eyes.

He went to check Ling Fengxiao's pulse and found that the pulse was astringent and not good.

For some reason, he sighed softly and got up from the peony bushes.

Although Ling Fengxiao was already unconscious, she still grabbed him and hugged him horizontally.

When hugging her, Ling Fengxiao's hair brushed against the flowers next to her.

Lin Shu looked around and saw a vast sea of ​​peony flowers blooming in a fragrant and romantic way.

Looking at her arms again, Ling Fengxiao quietly closed her eyes, she was dressed in a crimson palace attire, and the light gauze was blowing in the night wind, perhaps because of drunkenness, the corners of her eyes were still faintly reddish.

Although he is an emotionless swordsman, he still managed to retain some aesthetics.

Only the true national color of peony can move the capital when the flowers bloom.