The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

Long Canghao narrowed his black eyes slightly, the tenderness in his eyes melted the iceberg in his heart.In his eyes, there was only the dreamy white figure sitting cross-legged on the deck.

She has big smart eyes, white and pure veil, a slender body tied by a blue belt, and the smile on her lips is only blooming for him alone. She is not as beautiful as the blooming flowers in spring. a cent.

While she was playing the piano, she raised her eyes, met his deep, dark eyes, and smiled charmingly.

The flowers bloom, the flowers wither, the beauty of that picked one, the beauty hidden in the blue sky and the yellow spring, is only her smile.

At the end of the song, the lingering sound curled up, like wisps of green smoke, slowly drifting over the sky of Nanyue City, and then disappeared.

Like a fluttering butterfly, Feng Zhuyue flew into Long Canghao's arms, her eyebrows and eyes curved: "Cang, does it sound good?"

"Love is hard to come by, and love leads each other. I only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals. Is Yue'er talking about your love for this king?"

Feng Zhuyue smiled faintly without being shy, and said: "Yue'er only sings for you, and only wants to sing for you."

Long Canghao's dark eyes sparkled with stars, and the vicissitudes of life lingered in his black eyes, which would not fade away for a long time.In his dark eyes, there was only that white figure, deeply embedded in his heart.

People immersed in the selfless world of two did not notice the lonely figure on one side, the amber pupils showed the beauty in front of them, but they couldn't get rid of the loneliness inside.

Not far away, there was also a luxurious ship parked there. On the deck of the bow stood a tall figure. He was dressed in a light gray robe, showing his muscular figure. His black eyes were like shining orangutans. Staring intently at the luxurious figure on the opposite side wearing a touch of white.

There was a touch of surprise, a touch of air-conditioning, and an unknown light in the black pupils.

Feng Yun pushed back his black robe, walked out of the cabin, walked to Prince Long Junao's side, and followed his dark eyes to land on the luxurious boat opposite.

"It's King Cang's boat. King Cang went to the mansion to pick up Yue'er early this morning. The one who played the piano and sang just now should be Yue'er."

The two ships are too far apart, and you can only vaguely see the color of the clothes worn by the people on the opposite ship. The combination of two dark and one light colors is extraordinarily warm, like a product of mountains and rivers, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Long Junao's black eyes were located on the cool white body in the distance, and he couldn't move his eyes away from her for a long time, and said lightly: "It turns out that she is so talented, why didn't she perform anything at the banquet that day?" ?”

In the last sentence, he seemed to be asking himself, Feng Yun, and the world.

If she had performed today's song at the banquet that day, he wouldn't have called off the engagement, right?If he hadn't been impulsive at the time, didn't judge people by appearance, even if he had just spent a little time to understand her and the life behind her mask, wouldn't it be him, not Long Canghao, who hugged her today?

In fact, he regretted it.

He knew that when he put down his body and went to the Cuizhu Pavilion, he already regretted it.He regretted recklessly retiring the engagement, and now she fell into Long Canghao's arms.

Maybe, when I saw her performance in the drunken red building, my heart was already moved.