Evil Prince With His Naughty Princess

In the morning, there was a light fog in the sky, and the whole thatched cottage looked more like a fairyland.

Ling Luo got up early and had changed into a silver robe. His hair was tied high with a ribbon, and he held a folding fan in his hand. He looked like a graceful young man. It's just that the face painted with transvestite looks very ordinary.

Silver flash standing in the courtyard under a pear tree, looking at her sincerely wash. It gently came forward and rubbed the corner of her clothes, and she raised her hand and rubbed its head, so intimate.

After washing his face, as soon as he looked up, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "luo'er, you have been away from Bingji palace for 15 days, cough..."

"Master!" Ling Luo heart next flustered, frightened of swept an eye all around.

No one. It's the technique of transmitting sound from thousands of miles. Baili Nange's unique skill. He is the most important person for her. He is so important that he is willing to risk his life.

If he had not had to do this, he would not have done it because it would consume a lot of internal power. So, is he really angry?

"If you don't come back tomorrow, I'll come to you myself." His voice is still so low, but it sounds like a bolt from the blue in Lingluo's ear: looking for her in person shows that he is angry!

For a long time, Baili Nange didn't sound any more, but she was very worried. For the first time in ten years, it was the first time that he had been recklessly disobeying his orders.

"Silver flash, let's go." She frowned and strode out“ Wait here for a while. If anyone asks me, I don't know. "

Without looking back, she told the subordinates behind her. Without waiting for their response, she rode the silver flash to the daughter lake that she had agreed with others.

Today is the temple fair held once a month on the third day of September. Most of the people on both sides of the lake are young ladies with thousands of gold and small jasper families who are very difficult to go out on weekdays. They are all dressed up and very pleasing to the eyes.

Of course, the more important thing is: there are also many romantic CHILDES in the crowd.

She stood at the end of the bridge and looked around, uneasy. At this time, a melodious sound of flute came from the lake, which was particularly pleasant.

"Mountains and rivers!" She was shocked and looked for a voice.

But see a boat across the lake from east to west, slowly moving. The shallow waves of the boat broke the tranquility of the daughter lake.

The boat has two floors. From a distance, it looks like a movable villa. The golden glazed tiles are extremely bright in the sun. The carved wooden columns are full of dragons and phoenixes. It looks lifelike.

In the center of the eaves is a large plaque: Fengyue Huafang.

There is a charming woman on the boat board dancing with the flute, very enchanting. Next to her stood a tall man with a sword. He was dressed in a black robe, his head was wrapped in a silk scarf, and his eyes were aimless at the lake.

The sound of the flute changes suddenly, sometimes high and sometimes low, and then fluctuating, sometimes golden and sometimes sentimental. This is a song that Ling Luo has never heard, but she knows that this is the person she is looking for.

She shakes her clothes, lifts her breath, jumps on the water and flies to the boat. She was as light as a swallow. She was only a few drops of water from the lake on her cloth boots.

"Deng!" She fell steadily on the board of the boat with a soft sound under her feet.

The light dancing woman's face sank and retreated behind the black robed man. The man frowned and glanced warily at Ling Luo.

"In lower Luoling, I have an appointment with Mr. GUI Mian." Ling Luo was about to reach out his hand to shake hands with others, when he remembered that it was an ancient and chatty boxing and bowing.

The black robed man looked at the boat. The sound of the flute didn't stop, and the notes were still floating.

"Come in!"

The man coolly way, turned and walked into the boat. Ling Luo hesitated for a moment and followed him. The dancing woman glared at her and walked past her.

The furnishings in the boat are simple and grand. Although it is a place of wind and dust, it is not vulgar at all. In front of the eight immortals table, a woman in her thirties is making tea. A set of complicated procedures are like flowing water in her hands.

On the lattice less than two fingers wide by the window, sat a man wearing a Silver Skull Mask, who was still playing the unfinished song. Melodious notes come out from the undulating fingertips, just like the sound from Jiuchong heaven, so ethereal and mysterious.

He was dressed in a white robe. The pattern on the skirt was embroidered with ice silkworm gold silk, shining gold in the sunlight. A green silk is bound by a Hosta, which is simple and neat. Slender body wantonly leaning against the lattice of the window, light wind swayed his clothes, elegant in another unspeakable aura.

Ling Luo is suspicious: This is obviously a mortal, but it can't stop the natural nobility.

When the last note of the song is over, the woman who made the tea in the hall has finished the process. She poured two cups of tea gracefully, got up and bowed down with the dancing woman and quietly stepped down.

Ling Luo raised a smile and took two steps“ Brother is the legendary "ghost face" childe of the dragon? I'm in Luoling

The man jumped down from the window lattice, and suddenly moved to Ling Luo's side. He gave her a condescending glance.

"Exactly!" He said softly, in a good voice.

Ling Luo frowned and stepped back one or two steps. She didn't like someone to talk to her head in her life, but he was tall and burly, standing in front of her like a mountain.

"Sit down, brother!"

Ghost face pointed to the chair and turned to the other side. The black robed man saw a flash in the past, opened the stool for him, a face of awe.

Ling Luo sat down, but he was deeply puzzled: this man is just a grass-roots bandit, but why does he have the momentum of being king in the world. Especially the eagle like eyes, she did not dare to look directly at.