Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 30

"The person is not dead." Meeting Xuanyuan Yuewu's gaze, seeing that there was a hint of anger in her phoenix eyes, she said a word, then turned around and disappeared into the night.

Staring blankly at the man slowly disappearing into the night, Xuanyuan Yuewu suddenly felt a throbbing in her heart.This voice is really similar to the boy I met here three years ago.It's a pity that the peach blossoms are still blooming now, but the boy from back then is no longer there.

After standing there for a while, Xuanyuan Yuewu looked away. When she turned around, her eyes fell on a few small fragments among the grass, and then glanced at the leader of the man in black who had just been cut into several sections by the sword energy of the man in white. The direction of the place suddenly became clear in my heart.

Putting away the white silk in his hand, he took a look at the sky, turned around and walked towards the east of the town.

The moonlight was up and down, and there were occasional dog barks in the deep alley, and the pink peach blossoms exuded a faint fragrance in the night.

In a small courtyard on the west side of the town, the fragrance of flowers is frivolous. The man in purple who is half leaning on a peach tree in the middle of the courtyard hears a soft footstep outside the courtyard. He is playing with the jade flute in his hand. The cold look in Feng Qinghan's eyes who pushed the door open.

"Caught in an ambush?" Half-closed his eyes, looking at the grass clippings stained on Feng Qinghan's white clothes with great interest, the man in purple couldn't help showing no trace of worry on his face, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Save people." With a cold glance at the purple-clothed man under the peach tree, Feng Qinghan went straight to him, snatched the jade flute from his hand, turned around and walked towards the house.

save people?When the man in purple heard these two words, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.He will save people?Killing is more or less the same.

"Ninth Brother, where did you save the person? Could it be that you saved someone and then killed someone else?" The man in purple who was leaning against the peach tree poked his head out of the small courtyard of the school and saw no one. , rolled his eyes, jumped up the steps in a few steps, and asked Feng Qinghan inside with a smile.

"Feng Qingzi, if you dare to touch this jade flute again, I will throw you to Mobei." He raised his foot and was about to step into the room, but the door was suddenly closed by Feng Qinghan with a bang.Touching her nose that was almost pinched by the door, Feng Qingzi looked at the closed door sadly.

Letting him go to that wild place in Mobei might as well kill him with one blow.

Turning around and going back to the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, with her arms folded on her chest, she raised her head to look at the unusually brilliant peach blossoms in full bloom, her eyes moved slightly.

Since Feng Qinghan returned to Beichuan three years ago, no matter where he went, he would take this jade flute with him.No one knew the origin of this jade flute, and some even speculated that this jade flute was related to Xuanyuan Junxi who returned to Beichuan with Feng Qinghan.But Feng Qingzi knew that the owner of this jade flute was a woman, and a very beautiful woman at that.

He once saw a portrait of a woman in Feng Qinghan's study by accident. In the painting, the woman was dressed in white as snow, holding a jade flute and standing under a half-opened peach blossom tree.The phoenix eyes are smiling, the willow eyebrows are picturesque, and Qingcheng's face is reflected so that the peach blossoms blooming on the tree behind her also lose their color.

"Master Thirteen, Mr. Jun's flying pigeon is passing the letter." A black figure suddenly appeared in the small courtyard, knelt on the ground on one knee, and respectfully handed a small paper tube in his hand to Feng Qingzi.

Taking the paper tube from the man in black, he took out the note inside and took a quick look, his expression changed slightly.

"I heard that Xuejian has appeared in the world, and immediately send someone to investigate the news." Putting away the note in his hand, after a little thought, he ordered in a deep voice to the man in black kneeling on the ground.

Ting Xuejian has disappeared in the rivers and lakes for nearly 50 years, and when it reappears in the rivers and lakes this time, I don't know what kind of bloody storm it will cause.

(End of this chapter)