Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 2809 Brother [3]

A cunning flashed across Ye Xiyue's eyes. In fact, she had thought about this problem a long time ago. She wanted to strengthen the Moonlight Legion, make a name for herself, and win the first place in the Qingwu Ranking. But they are all from the Feng family!

This is a tough battle, and only by strengthening herself can her future path be easier.

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At night, Huang Junye went outside the son's house to receive news from Cang Mo's investigation. Ye Xiyue was planning the next step, how to get Biluo Tianshui from Feng's house.

When the night was quiet, I accidentally heard the sound of silk and bamboo. It was not obvious at first, but then I gradually heard it clearly. It was the sound of a flute.

In this night, it is exceptionally unique.

Ye Xiyue followed the sound of the flute, walked around the flower garden path, and saw a bamboo building deep in the bamboo forest.

There is a person sitting vaguely on the balcony of the bamboo building, dressed in white like snow, the moonlight streaming down his figure, like a fairy in a painting.

Ye Xiyue walked over slowly, the closer she got, the more palpitated she was looking at the back, as if a string in her memory was touched.

When she was three years old, her brother, who was three years older than her, was washed away by the river in order to save her. Since then, her whereabouts and life are unknown.

At noon-night-dream-back, every time she thought of that scene, she couldn't sleep peacefully. As time passed, she began to imagine what her brother would look like after so many years.

This back view was very similar to what she had imagined.

Perhaps the sound of the flute was lingering, implying a hint of sadness, perhaps she thought of her long-lost brother, and her emotions rose. Looking at this figure from behind, she gradually became fascinated, and couldn't help but murmured: "Brother..."

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

Ye Xiyue regained consciousness immediately.

The man turned around and looked at Ye Xiyue with strange eyes.

It was a very handsome man with a clear and elegant appearance, his robe was white and spotless, even the moonlight was ashamed to leave mottled shadows on his body.

His hair is black, setting off the poetic luster of his pearly neck under the bun.Although he was sitting, his back was straight, as if there was great tenacity in this tall and straight figure like a poplar tree.

He was elegant and picturesque, and a bright and beautiful aura infected her from his face.He didn't smile, but his clear eyes made people feel a smile.

"You are No.1 in today's competition, Dongfang Yue?"

Ye Xiyue looked away, nodded politely, "Yes."

"Sit down." Gong Ziyu pointed to an empty seat in front of him, and Ye Xiyue sat down without being pretentious.

"I'm Gong Ziyu, welcome to come to the son's house as a guest, please forgive me for the poor hospitality."

"It turns out to be the eldest son, please be polite."

Gong Ziyu poured tea, and Ye Xiyue noticed that his movements were very slow, but very elegant. When she touched his face, it was a little whiter than normal people, not because of his white skin, but because he had a sense of sickness.

In the past few days, the news she heard the most was that Gong Ziyu had always occupied the first place in the Qingwu list two years ago. Later, the genius fell with one move. His life was saved, but since then he has lost all foundations of martial power. Once all his cultivation was abolished, he became a useless person from then on, and fell directly from the first place on the Qingwu list.

(End of this chapter)