Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 482 Overjoyed (1)
More Xichen soldiers who hadn't returned home for seven or eight years put their arms around their knees, buried their heads in their arms, and let the tears well up like a fountain.

Their thoughts flew back to many years ago, the hunchbacked white-haired old woman stood under a leafy tree, although there were tears in her eyes, but...

With a face full of vicissitudes and wrinkles, he tried his best to squeeze out a smile, waved his hand to send him away, and secretly prayed that he could return as soon as possible.

Shangguan Ningyue stopped fingering the strings, and the singing voice that was full of resentment and admiration, and the tune that was crying like complaints also stopped following Shangguan Ningyue's fingering.

However, too many memories flooded into my mind, and I missed the soldiers of Beiyi, Xichen, and Cangyue Three Kingdoms too much, and the tears were still streaming down my eyes.

The blood pipa was put into the rosewood box, and Shangguan Ningyue sat down on the ground again under the astonishing eyes of Mr. Wuhen.

Mr. Wuhen, who knew that Shangguan Ningyue could play songs and lyrics, but didn't know which song Shangguan Ningyue would play and which words to sing, said with a shocked expression: "I didn't expect...you actually know how to compose music and lyrics?"

Although there are many folk songs in the world, there are also wonderful songs.

Mr. Wuhen has three major hobbies in his life: one loves cleanliness, the other loves peach blossoms, and the third loves collecting wonderful songs from the world.

However, this wonderful song played by Shangguan Ningyue, although not full of gorgeous rhetoric, is a wonderful song of homesickness that touches the heart and soul and touches the heart, but Mr. Wuhen has never heard of it.

Therefore, Mr. Wuhen determined that this wonderful song was written by Shangguan Ningyue himself, and was exclusively enjoyed by Shangguan Ningyue, a wonderful song that had never been published before.

Hearing Mr. Wuhen's question, Shangguan Ningyue shrugged his shoulders slightly, and quietly replied in his heart: Cough... Wuhen, it's actually not my music or lyrics, but something I brought from the 21st century. !
However, Shangguan Ningyue's cherry red lips outlined a charming smile and replied: "Well... I understand a little bit!"

Tilting his head, Mr. Wuhen begged for the reward and said: "If you don't collect such wonderful songs, you will regret it for the rest of your life. I said Shangguan Ningyue, because I reluctantly came here pretending to be a beggar. When the things here are over, you will write the music score How about giving it to me as a reward?"

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and then Shangguan Ningyue replied with a playful smile: "Okay! For the sake of Wuhen's hard work, I agree!"

Xuanyuan Yan didn't speak, but just sat beside Shangguan Ningyue, her arms tightly wrapped around Shangguan Ningyue's slender waist, and her dark eyes looked at Shangguan Ningyue lovingly.

For Xuanyuanyan, this wonderful song of longing for relatives that was deeply embedded in his heart and soul was far inferior to the love song of a thousand paper cranes played by Shangguan Ningyue to wake him up when he was in a coma.

From Xuanyuanyan's loving eyes, he sensed that Shangguan Ningyue was thinking in Xuanyuanyan's heart, and wrapped his arms around Xuanyuanyan's warm waist...

Time passed quickly, and the night breeze slowly returned to the waves.

On the top of the hill, [-] ordinary people in the north wing pulled up brocade quilts, slept among the warm blankets, and gradually fell asleep.

Shangguan Ningyue, Xuanyuanyan, Mr. Wuhen, and a group of Beggar Clan disciples who were sitting cross-legged on the ground also narrowed their eyes and took a rest.

As for the elite soldiers of Long Yao, half of them rested cross-legged, while the other half chatted lightly so that they would fall asleep during the vigil.

On the mountainside and at the bottom of the hill, the soldiers of Beiyi, Xichen, and Cangyue Three Kingdoms just hung their heads like this, letting the emotions of missing relatives flutter and float, and drifted to a distant direction-home.

The candles were extinguished, and Xingyue retired.

The soldiers of the Three Kingdoms, with hazy eyes and choked throats, still kept their heads drooping, pinching objects, pressing their hearts, and holding their heads.

Until, the black night completely faded, and the morning light bloomed as before, carrying the morning mist wrapped in fresh air, covering everything with a layer of milky white tulle.

Having trouble sleeping all night, the soldiers of Beiyi, Xichen, and Cangyue, whose eyes were red and swollen, still drooped their heads sadly, showing a state of homesickness and homesickness.

As the milky white morning mist dissipated, the beggar disciples stretched their waists and started to work as if they were yesterday, causing smoke to rise from the top of the hill.

After washing his face, Mr. Wuhen stood beside Xuanyuanyan.

Smiling, he glanced at Xuanyuanyan who was tenderly teasing a few strands of messy hair on Shangguan Ningyue's forehead, and Mr. Wuhen tilted his head and asked, "When will the little ones arrive?"

"Calculate the time, it's time to arrive."

Withdrawing her index finger from teasing Shangguan Ningyue's beautiful hair, her left hand wrapped around Shangguan Ningyue's slender waist, and her right palm gently patted Mr. Wuhen's shoulder. , welcome the little ones!"

On a certain edge of the hilltop, the three Shangguan Ningyue, with fluttering robes, stood facing the wind in a picturesque manner.

With his elegant eyes slightly closed, he sniffed the faint fragrance of leaves wrapped in the wind, and Mr. Wuhen turned his head and asked, "Why haven't you seen the little ones? Could it be that they were shot and eaten by hunters?"

Immediately, Mr. Wuhen glanced at the mountainside and the bottom of the hill, the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms Beiyi, Xichen, and Cangyue, whose heads were drooping sadly and in a state of being out of their minds, and pretended to sigh: "Hunter, can you Don't be greedy, take the good medicine to cure the sorrows of the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms."

Hearing Mr. Wuhen's pretentious sigh, Xuanyuanyan and Shangguan Ningyue, who were happily holding each other's arms, twitched the corners of their mouths and said in unison: "Isn't this here?"

Following Xuanyuanyan's and Shangguan Ningyue's eyes, in the distance ahead, in the vast clear sky, countless small white shadows appeared.

Amidst the soft chants of the morning wind, the countless little white shadows gradually approaching turned into white doves dancing flexibly with wings and tail.

The sound of "cuckoo" pigeons suddenly came from the ear, causing the soldiers of Beiyi, Xichen, and Cangyue to raise their heads.

A pair of red and swollen eyes glanced at the flocks of white pigeons flying close, and the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms drooped their heads again, continuing to immerse themselves in the sad world.

"Now it's time to come, when I leave home, I understand Erxing, and Qianli's mother is worried. The journey of thousands of miles, I haven't taken a step, and I see tears in my mother's eyes, mother's eyes, mother's eyes..."

Last night's resentment like admiration for the song, and crying like complaints to the melody still linger in the hearts of the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms. They really miss their loved ones at home.

Xiao Han, whose handsome eyes narrowed coldly, and Ye Yifeng, whose face was covered with mist of suspicion, were staring at the flock of pigeons that were getting closer and closer to the top of the hill.

Why are there so many white doves?Could it be...Shangguan Ningyue and Xuanyuan Yan are planning to steam, roast, or fry white pigeons to make today's breakfast richer?

No, there seems to be a green bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg.

Could it be that, this early in the morning, Shangguan Ningyue and Xuanyuan Yan are about to start a big show.However, the big show they performed has something to do with the green bamboo tube tied between the pigeon's legs?

(End of this chapter)