Rebirth of Concubine The World

Chapter 97
He Lanhuo thought to himself, this Young Master Wu Que is either a great saint, or the number one hypocrite in the world.

"My son is wrong. This wolf wants to eat lambs. In the forest, the weak eat the strong. If the wild beasts are not allowed to eat the weak animals, they will starve to death. Isn't this cruel? Humans eat meat, Just obeying the laws of nature is not inhumane."

"Humans will not eat their own kind, just because human beings understand the principles of ethics better than wild animals. If humans eat humans, they are not worthy of being human. It is precisely because humans have no animal nature, and they will not starve to death if they eat grains, so they treat wild animals They should also be treated equally and not bully the weak.”

It was the first time He Lanhuo heard of Mr. Wuque's weird argument, and he didn't know how to refute it for a while, but he just vaguely felt that what Mr. Wuque said was not right.

It's just that there is something wrong, and He Lanhuo can't refute it for a while, let alone say it.

"Princess, don't be offended. My thinking is usually a little strange and different from ordinary people. I am not such a pedantic person. Although I never eat meat, there is no need to ask others to be like me."

Young Master Wu Que didn't argue any more, just smiled slightly, and said so.

But He Lanhuo didn't catch the hare again, not because she agreed with Mr. Wuque's theory, but because she had accepted Mr. Wuque's love several times, and she always wanted to give him some face.Besides, she, He Lanhuo, is not a greedy person.

Regardless of the reason why He Lanhuo didn't kill the hare, Mr. Wuque looked at her with a little more tenderness.

After eating a few fruits, He Lanhuo quietly watched the rainwater pouring down outside the cave. Fortunately, the cave is located on a relatively high terrain, so the rainwater would not pour into it.

He Lanhuo thought, he didn't know when the rain would stop, and when he would be able to leave.

Young Master Wuque took out a jasper flute from his bosom, and played a tune slowly.When hearing it for the first time, He Lanhuo didn't think it was very pleasant, but there was a feeling of desolation and beauty.Young Master Wu Que could play such a tune, which made He Lanhuo really want to ask him if he had any incomprehensible thoughts.

Under the interweaving of the sound of rain and flute, He Lanhuo gradually felt drowsy.

Unknowingly, He Lanhuo leaned against the mountain wall and fell asleep.

When He Lanhuo woke up, it was already twilight, but there was an extra piece of clothing on his body, which filled He Lanhuo's heart with embarrassment.

She recognized that this dress belonged to a perfect gentleman.After I fell asleep, I didn't realize it.Originally, I thought that facing this man I couldn't figure out would make it difficult for me to fall asleep because of my restlessness, but I didn't expect that I fell asleep like a slumber.

The sun shone in from the entrance of the cave, and He Lanhuo realized that he had been sleeping until dawn.

He Lanhuo strolled out of the cave, only to see that after the heavy rain last night, the morning sun was particularly bright.I saw Mr. Wuque standing quietly on top of a boulder, his body was stained with the bright morning light, so beautiful that it made people think it was a dream.

Young Master Wu Que also saw He Lanhuo, and smiled slightly at He Lanhuo.

The smile sets off the freshness in the forest in the morning, making people drunk without drinking.

I saw Mr. Wuque brought an emerald green flute to his lips, and began to play softly.

The sound of the flute is like the sound of gold and stone, cracking the clouds and piercing the jade, the sound is so beautiful that it makes one's heart tremble.It was the first time He Lanhuo heard that Xiao could make such a beautiful sound.

At this time, a beautiful and colorful figure unexpectedly descended slowly from mid-air.

I saw a blue bird with unbelievably beautiful feathers and long tail feathers, as if flying out of a mural of a wealthy family. When the wings and tail feathers were spread out, it looked like a small screen.

The feathers also seem to be dyed by gemstones, crystal clear and translucent. In the morning light, the feathers seem to be the best brocade, so beautiful that it is shocking.

And this bird, with its extremely elegant manner, landed slowly, and landed lightly on Mr. Wuque's shoulder.

The bird feathers unfolded one after another, seeming to dye Mr. Wuque's body with a layer of beauty.

Seeing such a beautiful scene, He Lanhuo even thought he was dreaming, couldn't help stretching out his fingers, and pinched himself lightly.

At this moment, He Lanhuo had the illusion that Mr. Wuque was not a real person, but an elf hidden in the mountains.

But He Lanhuo quickly recovered from his imagination, how could there be any gods and monsters in this world?

No matter how special Young Master Wu Que is, he is just an unpredictable person.

The sound of the flute had stopped, Mr. Wuque stroked the bird's feathers lightly, and said with a smile: "My lord, this bird is called Youlan Lyrebird. It behaves elegantly, is picky and sensitive, and is also a bird I keep. Pet. If you are interested, you might as well come and touch her."

It is undeniable that such a beautiful bird has an inexplicable attraction to any woman.

He Lanhuo skimmed to Mr. Wuque's side lightly, and his fingers lightly slid over the feathers of the Youlan lyrebird, but it felt as if he had touched the finest silk.

But before He Lanhuo could react, the bird flew up with fluffy wings, and the long silky feathers slipped lightly between He Lanhuo's fingers.

It was as if a dream had slipped from his palm, causing a little bit of strangeness in He Lanhuo's heart.

"I'm sorry, this You Lanqiniao is still a bit unfamiliar, but it won't be like this after getting familiar with it." Mr. Wuque's brows and eyes were also tinged with a trace of apology.

He Lanhuo watched the blue lyre bird fly away, slowly disappearing in front of him like a piece of gorgeous brocade.

"This time, thank you, Mr. Wuque, for your help." He Lanhuo casually sent Mr. Wuque's jacket over.

Just as he was about to leave, Mr. Wuque's voice rang in He Lanhuo's ears: "I have also been invited to the palace banquet tomorrow, and I will be able to meet the princess again then."

I don't know if it's an illusion, or Mr. Wuque did it deliberately, but He Lanhuo felt a faint sense of nostalgia from Mr. Wuque's voice.

(End of this chapter)