Chapter 3201

Chu Chuyan thought that she couldn't go back to Jincheng, and fell alone in Yuecheng, and felt pity in his heart, and felt that his inexplicable anger just now was really inappropriate...

Seeing that Chu Chuyan did not answer for a long time, Mo Siyu asked in surprise: "Brother Yan, do you not like the jade flute I chose? I tried it for you, and the sound quality is very good..."

Seeing that Chu Chuyan didn't express his opinion, he said, "If brother Yan doesn't like it, I'll give it to you in exchange for something else. This jade flute should be regarded as my own."

Just as he was about to take the jade flute back, Chu Chuyan snatched it away and held it tightly in his hand: "Who said I don't like it anymore, I just... didn't expect Brother Yu to be so fond of you." Carefully choose a gift for me..."

Seeing that he had it, Mo Siyu immediately smiled, "Brother Yan, do you want to try playing a piece? I played two pieces just now, and they were so good that they attracted everyone on the street."

Chu Chuyan: "..."

Seeing the shy little face, Chu Chuyan couldn't help but laugh.

He found her by following the melodious and melodious sound of the flute.

For those who don't know, they thought it was a lovesickness song played by a woman who was locked in a deep boudoir.

Seeing that Chu Chuyan was silent, Mo Siyu said, "Brother Yan, why don't you play a song for me?"

Chu Chuyan did not refuse, and held the jade flute to his lips:

The sky hangs down on all sides, and the mountains are all around. The mountains and the sky are sitting on the curtain. The breeze blows my clothes.

The lake is east and the river is west. East to West to endless period. It is not as good as you share Iraq.

Blow again:

A branch of flowers. A cup of wine. Don't say goodbye to the flower king with wine. Life is so far apart.

Go hand in hand. Sit with you. Who else is like Yi. Spring melts and butterflies fly.

Mo Siyu's cheeks were flushed, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wine melted in the cold wind, and that kind of drunkenness came out again.

She turned her head and looked at the young man beside her who was also dressed in plain white and wearing a fox fur cloak. Her brother's words came to her mind for no reason: If you like the young master of the Chu family, take him back to Jincheng... ....

Mo Siyu's mind was a little dull, but his words were uncontrollable: "Bring you back to Jincheng, would you like to?"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

Chu Chuyan turned his head, and met Mo Siyu's black obsidian-like bright eyes, as if washed by snow water, the four eyes met, they looked extraordinarily bright and beautiful, just like the sparkling lake.

It reminded him for no reason of the pair of eyes that met in the clear water pool at the back of Tianen Temple.

Chu Chuyan asked, "What did Brother Yu just say?"

Mo Siyu came back to his senses, his cheeks suddenly blushed unconsciously, and he repeatedly denied: "It's nothing, I just feel a little dizzy..."

Chu Chuyan saw that her face was red, her eyes were a little blurred, and she was obviously drunk, "If Brother Yu can't sit still, let's go ahead and find a carriage to go back to Chu Mansion..."

Mo Siyu also felt that it was too cold to sit on horseback, so he nodded: "Okay, go to the inn over there to borrow a horse..."

As he spoke, he shook the reins and ran forward quickly.

Seeing this, Chu Chuyan had no choice but to quickly chase after him.

The sun had already set, and night soon filled the air.

It gets dark very early in winter, and there are almost no traces of pedestrians on the street.

The wind was strong, roaring, blowing on the face, bitingly cold.

Mo Siyu rode his horse and walked quickly, a faint cry for help came from the dark alley by the side of the road.

Mo Siyu thought he had misheard, so he reined in the rein and listened for a while, and found that there seemed to be a fight inside, so he resolutely rode his horse to the entrance of the alley.

Chu Chuyan followed behind her...