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Why hadn't she heard him?

First, of course, was that the sound of his voice was too soft.

The second reason was naturally because she was too sleepy. Once she entered the room, she would not even have the time to take off her cloak before she would have crawled into her own bed.

As for the story of Losher, it probably had little to do with her.

Next morning

Knowing that their young master was about to leave, everyone in the valley was reluctant to part with him. Just like when he came, they all went to the entrance to send him off.

After all, their young master didn't come back often. Although their young master was a bit ill-tempered and a bit cold, he was still someone they had watched growing up!

After waiting for a good half a day, the time to leave the valley was postponed by half an hour. However, he still did not see the figure that he wanted to see.

"Young Master, I need to get water for the young miss to wash up. She should wake up in a while."

Uncle Chen looked at the time and politely excused himself from Lan Che.

It's already so late, and she still hasn't woken up?

Thinking about it, she hadn't agreed to his request yesterday. Everything had just been his imagination.

Thinking to this point, Lan Che forced a smile, waved his hand, and jumped onto his horse.

Speaking of Yan Xiaomu, she had actually already woken up. She remembered that the young man had asked her to play a song to send him off.

Although she didn't seem to care about Ye Ci's feelings, she still remembered his words in her heart.

Yan Xiao Mu had also asked Uncle Chen about this. That young man was not his master's son, and just like her, he had been brought back from outside the valley by his master.

As for his name and identity?

She wasn't interested, but she wouldn't go back on what she had promised.

Yan Xiaomu rushed into the inner room and took a hot bath. After that, she neatly tied up her long hair. The hairpin was still the tri-phoenix hairpin.

It was a birthday present from Old Man Wuxi ? two triple-phoenix hairpins.

The four phoenix tails were gently raised, and they were carefully embedded with four or five glass jades. The shaking steps gave birth to three small bells. Every step gave birth to a lotus, and was automatic in the absence of any wind.

Yesterday's one had already been taken away by Lan Che, and she was wearing the other one.

She put on her long earrings, her brocade shoes, and a tasseled hibiscus skirt. She wore her blue cloak and went out with her cottonwood lute.

She could sing it.

But how could she have the nerve to do so in front of so many people in the valley?

She remembered that on the way out of the valley, there was a bend where she could see the way out of the valley, as well as several granaries.

Yan Xiaomu snapped her fingers, expressing her satisfaction with her decision. After thinking about the distribution of the buildings in the valley, she jumped onto the roof.

He knew that he wouldn't be able to wait for that person. The disappointment in his eyes was obvious. She probably wouldn't come!

The youth still had that arrogant look as he shook the horsewhip in his hand, as if he wanted to vent all of his unwillingness and anger.

Before he could even raise his whip, the white horse seemed to have come to life as it slowly galloped forward.

It was only when they saw their young master walking off into the distance that the people in the valley gradually dispersed.

Yan Xiaomu arrived at the rooftop closest to the intersection and gently lifted her blue water blue cloak before sitting down on the ground.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, he finally saw the youth.

His long hair was tied carelessly behind his shoulders, unlike when he had come here. The playful wind would occasionally lift a few strands to his chest.

At that time, the arrogance and grandeur gradually faded away, giving off a sorrowful and refined atmosphere.

Was he ? disappointed?

Yan Xiaomu smiled and turned her head to pluck out the first syllable of the bamboo lute. She echoed Bai Juyi's words: "Pull the strings on the shaft three times. Before the melody is completed, one must have feelings for it."

This time, it was a song called "The Thread Playing". It was a song that Yan Xiaomu had often heard her mother play, a tune that did not belong to this era.

When Lan Che heard the first sound of the lute, he slowly shook his head. It was as if he was angry at the lute for not fighting, and he couldn't even see if he was hallucinating.

It was only until the melody was orderly and each syllable was like a story that he finally realized that Yan Xiao Mu had really come to send him off.

Following the source of the voice, he looked up and saw the girl sitting on the roof.

He casually sat on the floor and placed the pipa on his knee. He wore the exact same phoenix hairpin that was in his sleeve. He swayed gently with each step, and the sound of the bell accompanied the tune. It was truly pleasing to the ear.

The little cherry lips slightly opened and closed, and the corner of her mouth held a faint smile. The words she spat out were smooth and smooth, her mouth had a color to it, and her eyebrows were red with cinnabar.

The breeze was slightly intoxicated, accompanied by the morning mist in the forest.

The corner of her white flowery dress was raised, making her look like a pure fairy, yet also like a seductive enchantress. She was clearly a nine year old girl, yet she gave people a sense of inexplicable conviction.

Even the sound seemed to have come from far away, yet it was still able to lightly chant by his ear. It was truly lingering around his ears and did not die out for three days.

His ten fingers slowly moved across the lute, carrying the last few syllables as the song came to an end.

Yan Xiaomu looked at the seemingly lazy youth on the horse and smiled. Then, she turned around and walked down the stairs.

Looking at the small figure that was about to leave, Jue Lan Che revealed a devilish smile.

'This girl is interesting ? '

"This song should only exist in the heavens!"

"It's rare to hear of such things in the world!"

When he began to chant, she continued.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! He once again raised the long whip in his hand, as if he felt that his master's mood was very good. Even the foal's pace was twice as fast.

Looking at the youth in the distance, Yan Xiaoling frowned slightly. She, was she tempted?

Following that, she clutched her heart and began to laugh. Her heartbeat was very normal. She didn't feel anything strange seeing the youth leave, so ?

How could she be tempted? How could he be tempted?

The ones from his previous life wasn't enough? Do we have to do it again?

She brushed away the fallen leaves on her sleeve and sighed as she pursed her lips. Forget it.

Now that it had been three months, and her master was coming back, she would most likely be punished for sneaking into the Lost Forest.

At the thought of being punished, Yan Xiaomeng started to giggle.

Her master had always doted on her like his own daughter, how could he bear to punish her?

But look at this point, a fierce look flashed across her eyes. Damn it, her little kitchen is still stuffy from the porridge!

She was afraid that there would be something like last time, so she wanted to hurry back. However, her sharp ears caught the sounds of the horses' roars.

The Twilight Valley had always been hidden, and no outsiders would come in. Occasionally, there would be a few who wanted to explore the Lost Forest for treasures, but they would also abandon their horses and continue on foot before entering the mountain.

If you want to talk about horses, do you?

Was it him?

Something seemed to have exploded in Yan Xiaomu's mind. She did not even have the time to pick up the wooden lute before climbing out of the wall while hugging it.

In the forest not far away, the thick fog had already dissipated, and the air was filled with the thick smell of blood.

In his left hand was a horsewhip, and in his right was a golden insignia. He was riding the peerless holy horse.

Not far away, a dozen or so men in black were gathered in a circle. Their clothes were somewhat tattered, and there were a few corpses lying beside them.

"What is it? Is he so impatient to get rid of me? "

His questioning look carried a bit of seriousness and a bit of a rogue smile, making it hard to tell if he was happy or angry.

"Since you already know our identities, we will not be able to return alive."

The leader looked at Qing Jue and Lan Che with a fierce look in his eyes. Didn't they say that his poison had flared up and that his life was hanging by a thread?

Then who was this high-spirited and talkative man in front of him?

"Brothers, let's attack together!"

Glancing at those cowering men in black, he raised his smiling face in a good mood.

He even ignored the smile and slyness in the leader's eyes.

He raised his hand, and a hidden weapon appeared out of nowhere. It was about to hit his throat.

For some reason, Qing Jue, Lan Che suddenly realized that he couldn't avoid it.