Xiao Cheng held his sword, leaning on the railing outside the pavilion, since those things happened, he never heard Teng Feng Yuan play a melodious tune, Teng Feng Yuan’s zither sound was no longer soft, became aggressive and icy cold full of murderous intent, this kind of beautiful tune is already a long time ago, he said faintly, “I didn’t think you would still play this tune.”
Xiao Cheng was a rough man, he couldn’t understand the music and couldn’t hear the profound things, but this tune, he remembered it.
He knew that the name of the tune was called – ‘Flower Yat’, it was written by Nie Fengyuan himself, and after he wrote it and played it for him, he even asked with great interest, “Do you think Flower Yat will like it?”
At that time, Xiao Cheng was speechless, he really didn’t know what kind of joke the heavens had played, the gentle and virtuous second son of the Lord Yang Sect had fallen in love with a flowery-talking and faceless female thief.
That winter he found Nie Fengyuan, and Liang Huayi in a cave in the winged mountain, it was hard to pull the two up with a rope, Nie Fengyuan’s face was red as if he had a fever, he asked worriedly, “Second Prince, are you alright?”
“No, it’s fine.” Nie Fengyuan panicked, as if he had done something wrong and was afraid of being spied on.
Xiao Cheng threw Liang Huayi a few eye slashes, God knows what this demon girl did in the cave.
Nie Fengyuan, however, ran to Liang Huayi’s side, “Huayi, those people might still come after you for trouble, go stay at my big brother’s place, I’ll have big brother help you get rid of the trouble.”
“Good.”
It was already late at night when the group returned to the courtyard, Nie Honggui put on an outer shirt and came out from the house, rather impatiently admonishing Nie Fengyuan, “I told you not to run around, but you still ran to the mountains, causing everyone to look for people everywhere, and you can’t even sleep well. Tomorrow you will return to the Lord Yang Sect, I don’t want to bring you this trouble.”