C8

In the morning, a thin layer of mist covered the sky, making the entire Grass Hall seem like a paradise.

Ling Luo had gotten up early and changed into a silver robe. Her hair was tied up with a silk ribbon, and she held a fan in her hand. It was just that the face that was painted with a disguise looked extremely ordinary.

Silver Flash stood under a pear tree in the courtyard and watched her wash with sincere eyes. It lightly stepped forward and rubbed the corner of her clothes. Then, she raised her hand to rub its head. It was extremely intimate.

After he had washed his face and raised his head, a low and hoarse voice suddenly rang beside his ears. "Luo, you have already left the Ice Polar Palace for fifteen days.

"Master!" Ling Luo panicked and looked around in panic.

No one. This was the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Technique. It was Baili Nange's unique ability. He was the most important person to her. He was so important that she was willing to risk her life for him.

He would not do this unless he had no other choice, because it would consume a lot of inner strength. So, he's really angry?

"If you don't return by tomorrow, I will personally come to find you." His voice was still low, but to Ling Luo, it sounded like a bolt from the blue: Personally asking for her showed that he was furious!

Baili Nange did not send a sound transmission again for a long time, but she was very nervous. In the past ten years, this was the first time he had recklessly disobeyed his orders.

"Silver Flash, let's go." "She frowned and walked out with large strides." Wait here for now. If anyone asks me, just say that you don't know. "

Without even looking back, she instructed her subordinates behind her. Without waiting for their reply, she rode her Silver Flash and rushed towards her agreed daughter's lake.

Today was the third day of the ninth month, the monthly temple fair held by Lake Daughter. Most of the people on the two sides of the lake were young mistresses and maidservants who were very difficult to get out of. They were all dressed up beautifully and were very pleasing to the eyes.

Of course, what was more important was that the crowd did not lack Elegant Young Masters.

She stood at the end of the bridge and looked around, feeling uneasy. But at this moment, a melodious flute melody came from the lake, especially pleasant to the ears.

"It's Mountain and River!" Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced over at the sound.

A pleasure boat was slowly sailing across the surface of the lake from east to west. The boat broke the serenity of Lake Daughter with shallow waves.

The cruise liner had two floors, and from afar, it looked like a moving manor. The golden glazed roof tiles were extremely resplendent under the sunlight, and the carved wooden pillars seemed lifelike, like a dragon and a phoenix.

In the center of the eaves hung a small signboard: Fengyue Pleasure Boat.

On the deck of the ship, a charming woman was dancing to the sound of the flute. She was extremely alluring. Beside her stood a tall man who held a treasured sword in his arms. He was dressed in a black robe, and his head was wrapped in a silk scarf. His eyes carelessly stared at the lake's surface.

The sound of the flute suddenly changed, sometimes high and sometimes low, continuously rising and falling, sometimes gold, sometimes iron, sometimes entanglement. It was a tune Ling Luo had never heard before, but she knew that this was the person she was looking for.

She shook the hem of her clothes, gathered her energy, and leaped onto the surface of the water as she flew towards the pleasure boat. Her body was as light as a swallow, and she was tens of zhang away. Her cloth boots only had a few drops of lake water on them.

"Thump!" She landed firmly on the deck of the boat, her feet making a light sound.

The face of the woman with the light dance sank as she retreated behind the man in black. The man frowned and glanced at Ling Luo warily.

"I am Luo Ling, and I have an appointment with the 'Ghost-Masked' Young Master." Ling Luo was about to shake hands with him out of habit when she remembered that this was ancient times and clasped her hands in a bow.

The black-robed man glanced at the pleasure boat and saw that the flute music had not stopped. There had always been a steady stream of notes floating in the air.

"Come in!"

The man said indifferently. He turned around and walked into the boat. Ling Luo followed after him after a moment of hesitation. The dancing woman glared at her and walked past her into the room.

The pleasure boat was simple and grand. Although it was a dusty place, there was not the slightest bit of vulgarity in it. At the Eight Immortals' Table sat a thirty-year-old woman who was making tea. The complicated steps were as natural as flowing water in her hands.

The window was not more than two fingers wide, and a man wearing a silver skull mask was sitting beside it, still playing the unending melody. A melodious melody came out from his fingertips, sounding as ethereal and mysterious as if it came from beyond the ninth heaven.

He wore a white, embroidered robe. The pattern on the front of his clothes was embroidered with golden threads of ice silkworm. Under the illumination of the sun, it constantly flickered with golden light. Her hair was tied up with a single jade hairpin, simple and clean. His slender body recklessly leaned against the window frame. The gentle wind caused his clothes to flutter, adding an indescribable aura to his elegance.

Ling Luo was suspicious: she was clearly a mortal, but she couldn't resist the natural nobility in her body.

When the last note of the song ended, the woman in the hall had already finished her work. She gracefully poured two cups of tea, got up, bowed to the dancing girl, and quietly left.

"Ling Luorin smiled faintly and took two steps forward." Brother, are you the legendary 'Ghost Face' Young Noble? I am Luo Ling! "

The man leaped off the window frame and instantly appeared beside Ling Luo, casting a condescending glance at her.

"That's right!" His voice was very pleasant to hear.

Ling Luo frowned and took a step or two back in displeasure. In her entire life, she didn't like people talking to her over her head. Yet, this person was tall and burly, standing in front of her like a mountain peak.

"Brother, please take a seat!"

The Ghost Face pointed at the chair and turned to the other side. The man in black moved in a flash to pull up the chair for him, his face full of reverence.

Ling Luo was a generous person as she sat down, but she was deeply puzzled in her heart. This person was just a grass rogue. Why did he have the aura of a sovereign descending upon the world? Especially those eagle-like eyes, which made her not dare to look them straight in the eye.