Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 147
Feng Lingyi took a step forward indiscriminately, blocking Shi Liao's sight of looking at Feng Yunyi, "Shi Liao, you are enough!" The voice was a little sharper.

Feng Yunyi kept her head down and did not speak.

"Hehe..." Shi Liao smiled presumptuously, and there was an indescribable light in his eyes, as if... the excitement of seeing a prey.In the end, he held his hands behind his head, with a handsome demeanor of a nobleman, "Feng Lingyi, we have a long future!" After speaking, he laughed and left loudly.

Looking at Shi Liao's back, Feng Lingyi frowned, and his eyes were stained with displeasure.

"Third sister, is he the fourth son of the Shi family?" Feng Yunyi tugged at Feng Lingyi's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

Feng Lingyi came back to his senses, tilted his head slightly, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, there seemed to be a faint light in his eyes.If Shi Liao had his eye on Yun Yi, no, maybe he had already set his sights on him. Shi Liao never gave up until he achieved his goal, and he would use all means. She was really worried about what Shi Liao would do to Yun Yi?Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Feng Yunyi, and said incredulously: "Yun Yi, you should go back to Anyang City earlier!"

Feng Yunyi instantly looked up at Feng Lingyi, and finally lowered her head under the gaze of the other party, "Yes." The voice was very soft, and if you listen carefully, you will find that there is unwillingness and resentment in it.

But Feng Lingyi's expression was also a little dazed at this time, and he didn't notice it.

In the west of the city, there is a river with a nice name, 泤水, which goes eastward around the side of the bamboo forest, just passing through Yanluo's mansion.

Although Yan Luo is the left prime minister of the dynasty, his mansion is not luxurious, it can even be said to be simple and quiet, but it is better than this low-key and simple, and it complements the clear and warm swill even more.

On both sides of the Yanfu Shuishui, there are patches of pear blossoms, white as snow, dense and lush, looking around, there is no other scene except snow-white everywhere. Or yellow bamboo leaves are dotted on it, and occasionally a few fish will ripple in circles on the lake surface, which looks really beautiful.

Of course, everyone in the Yanfu knows that the pure white Luoying land north of the Jiaoshui River is beyond their reach. Of course, that mysterious place has also been given a nice name by its owner—— But dyed.

No one can set foot in that place except Yanluo.

After saying goodbye to Feng Qingchi, Yan Luo went back to her mansion, "Mu Yao, send the wine to the wine." After saying that, the snow-green robe drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then left with its owner.

Looking at the back of Yanluo leaving, Mu Yao was taken aback for a moment, a trace of surprise and disbelief appeared on his cold face, he froze in place for a while, and finally moved the wine according to Yanluo's order!Why did the young master suddenly go to butran today?

Muyao's speed was very fast, Yanluo was sitting on the ground under a pear tree on the bank of the swill for about half a cup of tea. Clover Yao pursed his lips, his expression a bit complicated.

"Young master." Putting the wine in front of Yanluo, he called out in a muffled voice.

Yan Luo regained his composure, and looked away, his eyes and tone were as light as green smoke, "Go down!"

Clover Yao hesitated for a moment, but finally retreated with a sigh.

In the white snow all over the sky, only a poetic and picturesque figure in a snow-blue dress remained.

Yan Luo clings to the wine glass in his hand, drinking the most intense Kyushu drunk one after another with his head raised.

Ruthrush, who always seemed lazy but actually indifferent, carried deep desolation and loneliness, but those extremely beautiful eyes never left Queran on the opposite side.

Seeing that a wine jar was empty, Yan Luo's eyes were already slightly drunk, she got up slowly, and walked slowly but without any disorder towards a wooden bridge in front of the water.

The steps are extremely slow, but the expression on his face is difficult to change back and forth.

Finally, just as he was about to reach the end of the wooden bridge and stepped into Queran, a gust of cool wind blew away Yanluo's drunkenness. After a jolt, he seemed to wake up a lot. He glanced at Lihua in front of him with a blank and bewildered expression, twitched the corners of his lips bitterly, retracted the foot that was about to step out, turned and left without hesitation.

midnight.

The evening wind was cool, the stars were sparse and dark, the originally bright moon was covered by dark clouds, and the whole world was dim.

At this time, a flute sound came from a distant mountain, intermittent and not very smooth.

Feng Qingchi was a light sleeper, and often couldn't fall asleep because of the slightest man-made sound, not to mention the high and low, intermittent flute sound at this moment.

Lifting off the silk brocade quilt, the waterfall-like black hair was messily scattered behind her back, and her deep eyes were still somewhat sleepy, but at the moment they were a little gloomy and inexplicably strange.

But just when Feng Qingchi got up, the suddenly excited and suddenly low flute sound stopped, and the surrounding area was quiet again, only the sound of the evening wind blowing the leaves rustling, just when Feng Qingchi's complexion was about to fall asleep again , the sound of the flute was replaced by the sound of the flute, still coming from the same place just now, and the sound in Feng Qingchi's ears was even sharper than before.

Feng Qingchi listened, and thought of something, suddenly burst out laughing.

The white and slender hands with well-proportioned joints slowly rubbed the smooth jaw, and looked out the window with a half-smile to where the voice came from, the meaning in his eyes was unclear, and the voice was inexplicably cheerful, "It turns out that there is someone who is on the same level as me in terms of rhythm! "Quite a sigh of relief, but also with a faint smile.

When the sound of the flute fell silent and the sound of the piano gradually picked up, Feng Qingchi finally couldn't sit still, put on a casual shirt and followed the sound.

The chaotic sound of the piano scratched the eardrums fiercely, not only has nothing to do with enjoyment, but a kind of torment.

Feng Qingzhi didn't feel it when she played it by herself before, but now listening to others play it feels like mental torture.Then how did Wei Tan listen to her play a song without changing his face before and still say it was good without conscience? !
(End of this chapter)