Reborn Concubine Against the Sky

Chapter 493: Lantern Festival 07
There are dots of fishing fires all around, the water surface is swaying, and from time to time, you can hear the sound of waves hitting the shore. All these beautiful things seem a little unreal.

She raised her head slowly again.

In the dark sky, there is a full moon.

There is a faint halo all around, and the surrounding is full of stars, decorating this boundless sky.

Ao Qianling just sat there quietly, watching the scenery.

The mood is extremely quiet.

This kind of rare tranquility seemed particularly beautiful and rare to her.

She was tired of sitting there and looked at it, so she just lay on the roof with her hands on her pillow.

Gently close your eyes, feel the silence, feel the darkness, feel the gentleness of the night wind caressing your cheeks.

Ao Qianling was extremely relaxed.

suddenly.

There was a flute sound floating over.

She was originally extremely sensitive, but she didn't open her eyes at this moment, she closed her eyes slightly, immersed in the beautiful flute sound.

The sound of the flute, like the mist surrounding the mountains, surrounded her heart.

Faint, but with a special kind of sadness.

Just a little bit, not much, just a little feeling.

The sound of the flute flutters from far away and near, if there is something there, it is very ethereal.

The notes brought out by the sound of the flute are like a gurgling stream flowing.

Hearing the sound of the flute, it seemed as if there was a red maple tree beside the stream, and the leaves were slowly falling down, hovering in the air, and gently falling on the stream, causing some ripples.

The fallen leaves are intentional, but the running water is ruthless.

The sound of the flute turns and twists, like green willows on the lake surface gently swaying with the breeze.

With the wind coming, all with a touch of fragrance.

The sound of the flute always carried a touch of emotion, no more, no less.

There is no special sadness, no vigorous grief, but with that kind of feeling that seems to be a kind of longing.

The setting sun is dim, the pistils are shrouded in light smoke, the moon is shining like a sky, and the person who misses him stays up all night. This is the artistic conception.

As if being there, faintly, faintly sad.

Ao Qianling slowly opened her eyes, her starry eyes were half-downcast, and she couldn't see what emotion was in her eyes.

She slowly took off the flute that Yun Zhan had given her from around her neck, and held it in her hand.

With a slight thought on his lips, the jade flute in his hand instantly grew bigger. At this time, it was a high-quality jade flute, and it could not contact Yun Zhan's jade flute.

Ao Qianling gently took off the veil and put it aside, and slowly brought the crystal green jade flute close to her thin lips.

A string of beautiful and smooth notes poured out from her jade flute.

Qianqian fingers.

Soft as water and moving slowly, there was an invisible smile on the peerless face.

That smile.

I don't know how many people can be confused.

There is a sense of beauty in the indifferent temperament.

The elegant temperament is mixed with silent charm.

The sound of Ao Qianling's flute quickly merged perfectly with that of the flute.

The sound of the flute, the sound of the flute, floats in the air.

dance.

With the shock of the world, and a strong appeal.

People in the small town, smelling this music, couldn't help but stop and raise their eyes, staring deeply at the sky.

There was no rain in the sky, but tears could not help but wet my eyes.

The sound of the flute and the flute, as if one is telling and the other is listening, is a particularly beautiful story, but it makes people's heart ache.

Like a dream, like a song and a picture.

beautiful.
so gorgeous.

It is as hazy as fog, as if rain is falling, and it is still and lonely.

For a long time, the two beautiful pieces of music floated more and more, and gradually disappeared into the dark night sky, but they still lingered in my ears and in my heart for a long time.

"Long lovesickness, long parting."

(End of this chapter)