Nian Wangfei's
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The silvery white moonlight was sown on the ground. You Nian Pavilion was peaceful but not silent. The scent of night permeated the air, weaving a soft net, covering all the scenery within.
Everything that came into contact with the eyes were all covered by this soft net-like object. Whether it is grass or wood, everything is not as realistic as during the day. They all had an obscurity, an illusory hue. Each hides a meticulous feature, all keeping their own secrets. It makes people have a dreamlike feeling.
Perhaps because she met some people with pleasant personalities and who could hang out with her during the day, Lan You Nian was in a good mood. Sitting in the courtyard, wearing a rather thin ruqun, she brewed a cup of flower tea for herself, enjoying this rare moment of peace.
The wind was carried by. In front of Lan You Nian sat a tall man. Lan You Nian himself was very curious, because, at the first moment, he could actually guess this person was Feng Yi Xuan. There was a kind of spider lily scent that confused Feng Yi Xuan. This kind of fragrance also carried Feng Yi Xuan's own unique flavor. That's very special. Lan You Nian remembered it very clearly.
Feng Yi Xuan wore a bright and luxurious tribute satin. Not only as beautiful as the radiance of the moon, but also comfortable and elegant when worn on the body. The shape is very beautiful. Hair tied with high tufts. Long hair like running water runs along your back. Little lowered his head to look at Lan You Nian, he smiled faintly. Her beauty regardless of gender, a soul-stirring allure.
Due to Feng Yi Xuan's disrespectful appearance, he alarmed the guards of You Nian Pavilion. Seeing the guards rushing in this direction, Lan You Nian waved his hand. Zhang Lin instantly understood the meaning of the young miss of his family and with the guards, returned to their respective posts to secure You Nian Pavilion.
Feng Yi Xuan took the flower tea Lan You Nian brewed for herself and took a sip. His eyes sparkled, "Lezat!"
"That's mine!" Lan You Nian remembered that he had just used that cup to drink. Moreover, it was his own personal cup. Now that Feng Yi Xuan was using it directly, wasn't this an indirect kiss? Pei! What's he thinking?
"Oh," Feng Yi Xuan glanced at the cup in her hand. He wanted to say because it was yours so he picked it up but seeing Nian Nian's face did not look good, Feng Yi Xuan corrected his words, "Inadvertently taking the wrong one!"
Feng Yi Xuan looked at Nian Nian who was accompanying her. Although the flower tea was very tasty, it seemed that because of such a person, his heart had become sweet. After drinking a cup, he handed the cup to Lan You Nian, "Again!"
Lan You Nian had the urge to smash the cup on Feng Yi Xuan's head. But given the strength of the others, he persisted, even though he did not brew tea for Feng Yi Xuan. However, Feng Yi Xuan's pair of intense eyes stared at Lan You Nian like that. The meaning is very clear. Making tea!
How could Lan You Nian imagine that the dignified and noble Ming wang was actually like this? He still remembered when he saw this man for the first time. It was only a backward glance, yet it still gave him great pressure. Bloodthirsty and arrogant was Feng Yi Xuan back then. But how long has he changed?
Grimly continued making tea for Feng Yi Xuan, so Lan You Nian did not see the smile that radiated in Feng Yi Xuan's eyes. She did not like the faceless expression Nian Nian directed at her. That kind of Nian Nian made him feel very far away. So he wanted to give his best, sometimes teasing her, seeing her cute and bright expression.
Despite being so dissatisfied that the man opposite her was a bully, Lan You Nian, on the condition that this man had no evil intentions, still brewed a cup of flower tea for Feng Yi Xuan.
"Why did Ming wang come here tonight?" Lan You Nian's voice was far away. This guy is really too brash. Is there anyone else who would trespass into a women's workroom almost every day like this? Fortunately, he was not an ancient person, otherwise, this innocence could not be saved.
"You said you could play the zither!" Feng Yi Xuan's calm and elegant seated posture, as if like the posture of the earth and heaven grew old, implying all of her affection that she was unable to express.
"I didn't say I'd play the zither for Ming wang!" Lan You Nian felt that there was really a barrier in their communication. Was this man sent by heaven to punish him?
"You didn't say you wouldn't play the zither for me!" Feng Yi Xuan's clear eyes reflected a dazzling light as if it were crushed stars and moons, completely shaking the soul.
Under such a gaze, not knowing why but Lan You Nian could not say anything to refuse. As he prepared to return to retrieve the zither, he was intercepted by Feng Yi Xuan. A female shadow guard in black clothes appeared in the courtyard. This female aura was similar to Lan Feng but was definitely not as cold as Lan Feng because, at this moment, An San was staring at Lan You Nian with an adoring gaze.
Lan You Nian watched the shadow guard in front of him carry a peerless refined zither but did not give the zither to him. Instead, he looked at her happily. Why does it look a little lewd?
"San!" Two words from Feng Yi Xuan made An San shudder. He only really liked this gentle little girl, that was all. He accidentally revealed his true nature. Don't know if the future mistress won't like it? What's to be done?
“Tee-hee-hee, Miss Lan, I'm An San. This is the zither that this subordinate brought to you!” A San usually does not have many words, only when in front of his own people, on the contrary. But now in front of Lan You Nian, to leave a good impression for the mistress, An San could be said to be very friendly.
Lan You Nian gently smiled and nodded. He noticed that the people around Feng Yi Xuan were extremely excited. He really did not know how such an excited subordinate would have such a cold master.
It's a pitch black zither. It was much more expensive than its own zither. Lianzhu style zither*, full shape, black lacquered surface, with smooth flowing watermark pattern. If he did not guess wrongly, this was the famous Gentle Water Sither. Soft Water Zither is the top three in the list of musical instruments. It was unknown how many people who liked musical instruments wanted to look at it respectfully but did not expect it to be in Feng Yi Xuan's hands.
The zither rope fluttered under his hands. That leaves people unable to count how many strings there are. The zither music was sometimes like a stream flowing out from his fingertips, and sometimes like the pounding of waves surging from the zither, making his listeners forget time, forget space. The zither voice of Lan You Nian had an indescribable feeling of sadness, there seemed to be a stomach full of heartache that could not go anywhere. Feng Yi Xuan noticed the girl under the night immersed in music, she took out the jet-black flute she was carrying. The soft sound of the flute joins the symphony.
The music of Gentle Water Sither was peaceful and fair, capturing the serenity of the flute, even more heartwarming. The zither sound gradually rose; however, the flute sound slowly sank, but the flute was low and constant, like a gossamer drifting in the wind, but endless, even increasing the soul-shaking moment.
Lan You Nian slightly opened his red lips, mourning lyrics floated in You Nian Pavilion
“A small dead leaf butterfly, flying in the forest, with its protective color, landed on the branch timidly.
Although it was only a dead leaf butterfly, its heart had a warm spark and blood, but the wind and rain were too strong, its little wings lost color.
Butterfly dead leaves, butterfly dead leaves, used to be no protective color, pale and brittle, fluttering and falling, which can fly together, aloof and lonely.
Butterfly dead leaves, butterfly dead leaves, sparks in the heart have been extinguished, when he can fly, fly towards the clouds and the moon of his dreams.
A dead little leaf butterfly, flying in the forest, with its protective color, landed on the branch timidly.
Although it was only a dead leaf butterfly, its heart had a warm spark and blood, but the wind and rain were too strong, its little wings lost color.
Butterfly dead leaves, butterfly dead leaves, used to be no protective color, pale and brittle, fluttering and falling, which can fly together, aloof and lonely.
Butterfly dead leaves, butterfly dead leaves, sparks in the heart have been extinguished, when he can fly, fly towards the clouds and the moon of his dreams.”
In the courtyard, only the sound of the zither and flute rose and fell; it was extremely harmonious. After finishing the song, Lan You Nian's zither voice ended. The sound of flutes also receded. In an instant, all was silent. Only a bright moon shone high in the sky, forming a shadow of the trees on the ground.
Feng Yi Xuan looked at Nian Nian not knowing what he was thinking. The song he had just heard, no matter how Nian Nian disguised it, he could still hear that miserable sadness. He did not know what Nian Nian was going through, but from now on, he would always be by his side, accompanying him and guarding him.
“It's very nice but I don't like it!” Feng Yi Xuan cut off Lan You Nian's immersion in her own memories. Lan You Nian recovered himself. He really did not expect this man's flute to be so good. He thought he was a warrior who only knew how to fight. It is true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.
“You're the one who wants to listen, now you don't like it either. Ming wang's personality is really strange!” Lan You Nian denied cynically. When his gaze was fixed on the flute at Feng Yi Xuan, the corner of his mouth twitched. Why are all good things taken away by this man? This flute and the zither in his hand were a pair. It was named the Gentle Flame Flute. At the instrument level, it is one with its own zither. He did not expect that both of these things were obtained by this man.
"You're not happy!" Feng Yi Xuan solemnly looked Lan You Nian in the eyes and said. It was not that she disliked Lan You Nian's music and songs; she did not like Lan You Nian's mood.
Lan You Nian looked at those pair of sincere eyes. Those pair of eyes were filled with him. He could see her reflection clearly reflected in those eyes. Those pair of eyes seemed to suck him up.
"It's getting late, Ming wang has to come back!" Lan You Nian was surprised by Feng Yi Xuan's observation skills. He did not expect that he could hear his unhappiness.
"En," Feng Yi Xuan nodded, then immediately carried Lan You Nian and headed inside Lan You Nian's study.
"What are you doing!" Lan You Nian prepared his energy to fight back, but at this moment, he realized the strength of this man was so deep that he could not escape from this man's embrace. Fortunately, however, Feng Yi Xuan simply gently placed Lan You Nian onto the large, carved bed, gently tucked away the blanket, then said gently, "Sleep!"
How many years had it been since someone treated him like this before he went to sleep, it seemed like he was a treasure being cared for. It seems like there never was. Lan You Nian seemed to have been bewitched. He closed those untainted pair of eyes. For the first time, he slept soundly in front of an unknown person.
Feng Yi Xuan stood by Lan You Nian's bedside for a long time. He listened to Lan You Nian's breathing. He smelled the scent of Lan You Nian's body flooding the study. Feng Yi Xuan felt that she had never been this calm during these 19 years. This heart seemed to have found a safe haven. This heart has been lost to Nian Nian. He's not willing to take it back. Moreover, he still wanted Nian Nian's heart.
Until the early hours of the morning, Feng Yi Xuan moved her stiff body and reluctantly left the You Nian Pavilion. After Feng Yi Xuan left, Lan You Nian opened his eyes in an instant. He was actually asleep and it was a night of good dreams. There is no longer an unbearable past. But as soon as Feng Yi Xuan moved, she was already awake. He had not expected this man to actually stand by his bedside all night, just silently watching him. Lan You Nian's heart was a little messed up.