Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky: Five, the elegant demeanor. Ning Bingyu 1

In the dimness, she saw a side face, the arc between the eyebrows and eyes was so unforgettable.

"You're finally here..." She murmured, she couldn't help reaching out her hand, wanting to touch it, wondering if it was real or her dream. It's just that she couldn't reach it with her hands, so she thought, this must be a dream, but this is very good, just like back then, when she opened the door, she saw him sitting by the window, and what she looked at was his silhouette , quiet and picturesque.

In a daze, severe pain hit his head, and his thoughts sank into darkness again.

"Who are you waiting for?" Following the soft words, a hand fell down, as graceful and flawless as a jade carved from ice. It wiped away a drop of water from the corner of her eyes, and sighed softly, "You Do women actually cry?" He raised his hand to open the window and door, and the fresh wind came in, blowing away the stuffy heat in the room, blowing up the hair of the person in the bed, covering the pillow like ink silk, against a sheet of blood loss. His snow-white face lost seven points of sharpness and added three points of weakness.

"General Fengying of the Great Eastern Dynasty..." That graceful hand gently brushed the hair on her cheek, "It was hard when you were young, and you fought in battle when you were young. You have probably been living in battle all your life. I have had a rest." There was sigh and pity in the gentle voice, "Then... here, you are not General Fengying, and you are not disturbed by courtiers and soldiers, so you can just be Feng Duying and rest here for a few days."

The sleeping person frowned slightly, and the hand stretched out to gently smooth the center of her brow, "Sleep well, and it won't hurt when you wake up."

Outside the window, the sky is clear, the sun is shining brightly, and the sea breeze is blowing the waves, playing waves of songs.

On such a day, in Xuancheng, Beihai, Bei Xuanji was adjusting her makeup in front of the mirror, with a soft smile on her lips, but a pair of cold eyes were reflected in the bronze mirror; Shixiu sat quietly, with Long Tu reporting to him beside him; in the imperial capital, Fengji and his brothers were dealing with government affairs in the Jingchen Hall; and on the Dongming seaside, there were only fishermen who went fishing and fisherwomen mending nets in front of their houses. .

When the sun goes down and the sunset glows red over the sea and sky, one after another fishing boats return in the resounding fisherman's song, and the fisherwomen on the shore greet those men who have returned safely.

Afterwards, the smoke from the cooking stove curled up, the twilight was dark, and the lights gradually brightened.

When the moon lights go out, the night is like water, and the day has passed.

Feng Duying heard the sound of the flute the first moment she opened her eyes. It was so clear and distant that she didn't know whether she was in a dream or if she woke up because she heard the sound of the flute. Sitting up, I felt my head was heavy, and I was still suffering from the slightest pain. I couldn't help but raised my hand and touched my head. The cloth was wrapped around the top of my head, and I recalled the scene before coma for a while.

Just, where is this? She looked around and saw that the room was very simple, except for the bed under her body, there was only a square table, two low stools, and the walls were empty.

The sound of the flute is still melodious, and it looks extraordinarily ethereal in this quiet night, as if everything in the world has disappeared and everything is silent, only for this flute.

Fourth brother? With a thought in her heart, she hurriedly got out of bed, opened the door, and walked out of the house.

The goal is the sea that borders the sky in the night, and a round of bright moon above the head hangs like a white jade plate in the sky. The cool evening wind blows slowly, bringing the sound of the waves, and the clear and dust-free flute sound, it is like a worry-free song, soothing the mind and mind.

Following the sound of the flute, a man sits on a reef ten feet high by the sea in the distance, with the flute on his lips, his hair fluttering and his clothes fluttering, as if a puppet descended from the sky in the moon. Such beautiful scenery on such a beautiful day, such a clear voice from heaven and man, only makes Feng Duying a little doubtful and in an illusion.

Can't help but walk towards that person, approaching slowly, until he sees the appearance of that person clearly, even Feng Duying, who is used to seeing Fengji's appearance, can't help but stand on the spot, wondering if this person is really from the sea Could it be transformed into an elf?

The flute player on the reef is a young man, and he is a handsome man who is almost divine. He is dressed in sky blue, and his hair is like black silk. It is a cultivator who has practiced for a thousand years and is still close to ascending to the sky. He still carries the warm aura of fireworks in the world, which is refreshing and comfortable, rather than the ethereal, ethereal and unfeeling above the nine heavens.

At that moment, even if he was as cold as the wind and alone, he forgot about the outside world, and just stood in a daze by the seaside, watching the man playing the flute leisurely, listening to the sound of the day to wash away the dust.

I don't know how long it has passed. When the flute music ended, the people on the reef looked back and were not surprised by Feng Duying's appearance. They just smiled at her: "Is the flute music I play nice?" There is a kind of casualness in the room, like a breeze, making this secluded moon and tranquil sea suddenly relaxed and clear.

But Feng Duying was stunned again, staring at the two deep dimples on the man's face because of his smile, he just felt that the creation of the heavens was miraculous. Sweeping away the innocent and extreme beauty, he also accepted that person's age at once. He was supposed to be twenty-two or three years old, but when he smiled, he suddenly became twelve or three years old.

I have been used to watching Fengji for many years, no matter whether he smiles or not, he is so perfect, so at this moment she couldn't help but murmured: "You better stop laughing, what a waste to this face."

The man obviously didn't expect Feng Duying to say this, his smile froze immediately, he was stunned for a moment, and then he sighed helplessly: "Oh, are you so kind to the savior?"

Feng Duying woke up as soon as he finished speaking, but the words were out of his mouth and he couldn't take them back. He was feeling uncomfortable when he heard this slightly deep sigh, which vaguely felt familiar, but this face was completely unfamiliar Yes, as for the sound of the flute... She looked at the man's clothes and figure, and her heart moved, "You were the one who played the flute outside Guicheng that day?"

The person on the reef raised his eyebrows, then nodded, "It's me."

It turns out that the flute player is like this. After getting the answer, Feng Duying was secretly relieved, but she didn't think about why.

"Thank you for saving your life, Your Excellency." At this moment, the mind is clear, and it is natural to know that what is seen in the sea is not the ecstasy messenger or the gods in the sky, but the person in front of him.

The man on the reef looked at her and sighed softly. In the blink of an eye, there was a smile on his face again, but it was extremely light, obviously because he didn't want to show his dimples again, but it was as gentle as the night breeze at this moment, "Your wounds can't be blown." Wind, it is better to enter the house."

Feng Duying heard the words, but didn't move. He just raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings, and then set his eyes in front of him, "What is this place?"

Ahead is the vast sea of ​​night, the moonlight shines on the sea surface, and the waves sparkle in layers, as if it is an endless silver sea of ​​light. She has never seen this kind of sea, sky and moonlight, but it has a unique flavor, and it is refreshing to see it for a while.

"This is a fishing village on the seaside of Dongming." The man answered while jumping off the rock.

From the sound of his landing, Feng Duying could tell that although he was physically strong, he obviously did not have light internal strength, and probably just practiced some boxing and kicking skills to strengthen his body.

"It turns out we've arrived at Dongming Sea." She murmured.

Dongming Sea is located in the eastern part of Dadong. Although it is connected to Beihai, it is no longer in the border of Beihai. In this way, she returned to Dadong from the sea by accident. Will those soldiers who followed her back to shore safely? If the elder brother heard the news that she was injured and fell into the sea, he would be anxious for some reason, and he would probably blame others. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but frown.

When Feng Duying was meditating, the man didn't speak, but just looked at her quietly.

Although she was wearing an old gray cloth fisherwoman outfit at this time, with an earth-colored cloth scarf wrapped around her head. It was funny to say that she looked mean, but the woman in front of her stood silently like this, and there was a kind of high cliff. It's just that he looked at Yuan Yuan's momentum, but he couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you know what happened to my subordinates?" Feng Duying asked him again.

"It should be fine." He replied truthfully, "You were injured and fell into the sea that day. Your subordinates wanted to save you, but the wind and waves were too strong to get close. Although I rescued you later, the storm was coming. The longer you stay in the wind and waves, the more dangerous you will be, so you have to go back to the shore first, and your subordinates who have seen you from afar also fell into the boat and went back, and they all arrived safely."

"Oh, that's good." They all returned to the shore safely, and saw that they were rescued again. Naturally, the eldest brother and the others would not be worried. Who are you?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said: "I'm a wanderer, surnamed Yi, the third in the family, just call me Yi San."

This kind of answer was vague and perfunctory. Feng Duying looked at him, his eyes were as bright and sharp as a sword, as if he could cut through the skin of a person and see the bottom of his heart. And that person, Yi San, did not dodge the slightest bit under her gaze, but stared at her calmly, with a fearless casualness in his expression.

Feng Duying looked at him for a moment, then didn't ask any more questions, just nodded lightly, "My surname is Feng, and I'm ranked seventh, so you can call me Feng Qi."

Yi San smiled again when he heard the words, with a clear look in his eyes, "That's good. Miss Feng Qi, although the moonlight is good tonight, but if your injury is blown for a long time, it may cause the root cause of the disease, so let me take care of you How about leading the way back to the house?" He said, waving his hands in a respectful gesture, with a chic and unrestrained demeanor in his smile.

Perhaps that person's smile makes people feel at ease, Feng Duying's lips curved slightly, and he also smiled lightly, "Thank you." But this smile caused headaches. Yu talked, but forgot the injury on the head.

Yi San saw her frowning, and walked towards the house.

Feng Duying followed behind him, remembering the flute music he played earlier, and asked him: "What's the name of the flute you played?"

""Song of Relief of Worry"." Yi San replied. [Note ○1]

"Song of Anxiety..." Feng Duying murmured silently, "It's just as the name suggests, I've never heard such a beautiful flute song that can sweep away the sorrows in the world, it seems to be..." She said this suddenly Pause, just because I thought of another person who was good at playing the flute.

"Like what?" Yi San looked back at her.

"It seems to be..." Feng Duying stopped and looked up at the vast night sky like ink silk, but he thought of another person. "The flute music you play is like the water in the Tianchi Lake above the sky slowly falling with the breeze."

Yi San was taken aback when he heard the words, he didn't expect Feng Duying to use such a metaphor, he couldn't help but smile lightly, "Miss Defeng Qi praises her so much, it's not in vain for me to play the flute for her all night."

There was a hint of teasing in these words, Feng Duying couldn't help being startled. For so many years, the only one who dared to tease her in front of General Fengying was the bold Gu Yunyuan.

When I was thinking about it silently, I walked there without knowing it.

In the night, an old wooden house stands in front of you. There are two gentle breaths coming from the house, as if someone is sleeping soundly. Entering the house, Yi San lit the lights, and Feng Duying took a look around. The place where she was standing was a main room, and there was a room on the left and right. The room on the left was where she slept, and the two flat roads The breath came from the back of the main room.

After Yi San lit the lamp, he walked lightly to the back of the main room, lifted the curtain and went in, and came out after a while, holding a bowl of rice and a bowl of fish in his hand, and placed them on the square table in the middle of the room, "You slept all day You should be hungry if you haven’t eaten all night, this is specially heated by my aunt in the pot, so I’m worried that you will wake up hungry.”

The bowl of fish refers to long small fish that have been oiled once, and then boiled in a thin fire. The soup is the most tender and luscious.

Feng Duying smelled the fragrance at this moment, and felt really hungry, so he went to the table and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.

After eating in a while, Yi San picked up a pot of tea and poured two bowls, "The people in this fishing village are all surnamed Hai, so it is called Haijia Village, which belongs to Peicheng. This house belongs to Uncle Hai Yao. It was just him and my aunt. The boat arrived here in the wind and rain that day, and fortunately my uncle and my aunt took us in."

"Oh." Feng Duying nodded after putting down the bowls and chopsticks. After nodding, he felt heavy and dizzy in his head, and felt more painful as if something was beating him, so he couldn't help but raise his hand to support his head.

Yi San saw it and said, "You have a two-inch **** cut open on your head, and you are bleeding a lot. You will definitely have headaches and dizziness these days, and you will have to heal the wound for at least a day or two. It would be better if it had a scar. But it was lucky, it was only half an inch away from the temple, otherwise there would be no life."

"Yeah." Feng Duying closed his eyes and waited for the dizziness to pass.

Yi San saw her like that, got up and walked to the back of the main room, and came back with a bowl of medicine in a moment, saying: "You go to rest after drinking this bowl of medicine."

The medicine was just poured out of the jar. It was brown and black in color, and it was steaming with a bitter fragrance. Feng Duying watched blankly, without moving.

Yi San glanced at her, and pushed the medicine bowl in front of her: "Drink it while it's hot."

"It's just a minor injury, it will be fine in two days." Feng Duying pushed the medicine bowl a little farther, trying to resist the urge to cover his nose with his hand.

Yi San raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that the majestic General Fengying is afraid of taking medicine?"

Hearing this, Feng Duying raised his chin suddenly, looked at him and said: "You don't need to be aggressive, it's not because you're afraid, it's because you hate taking medicine!"

"Oh?" Yi San's eyes turned, and then he said calmly, "Today the scorching sun is in the sky, and Uncle Hai Yao went out to work for a day, caught half a basket of fish, and then walked several miles on his back to the town Return the medicine in front of you."

Feng Duying was silent.

Yi San just pushed the medicine bowl in front of her again, smiled at her, as if to say: I won't force you to drink it.

For a while, General Feng lowered his head, looked at the medicine bowl as if facing a formidable enemy, then carefully picked it up with both hands, held his breath, and poured it down in one breath, then put the medicine bowl on the table, He stretched out his hand to the teacup.

"No way!" Yi San pressed the teacup, "The tea will detoxify the medicine."

Feng Duying tried his best to suppress the desire to vomit in his throat, and stared at Yi San, as if he would slap him down if he didn't let go.

"Eat this to relieve the bitterness." Yi San flipped his wrist and stuffed something into Feng Duying's mouth.

Feng Duying might as well do this trick, and when she was stuffed upright, a strong sour taste filled her mouth, which made her cheeks tremble and tears welled up in her eyes.

"This sour bamboo was dried by my aunt for her pregnant niece and daughter-in-law. I thought you might have something to suppress the bitterness after drinking the medicine." Yi San's voice was as gentle as water, but for some reason Feng Duying listened She felt that there was a smile hidden in this voice, so she covered her mouth and stared at him fiercely: Who cares about you sour thing! It's a pity that at this moment her brows were frowned, and her phoenix eyes were covered with a layer of moisture, which greatly weakened General Fengying's aura, and only made Mr. Yi San laugh, with deep dimples, "You have to drink this medicine for a few more days, Once you get used to it, you won’t be afraid of hardship.”

"I will not drink it!" Feng Duying swallowed the sour bamboo vigorously.

"It's all the medicine that Uncle Haiyao caught fish in exchange for, and Auntie stayed by the fire to cook for more than two hours." Yi Sanxian said lightly.

“…”

Poor General Feng, who is invincible across the sand field, is helpless looking at the person opposite him.

This cannot be ordered, nor can it be solved with a sword.

Finally, General Feng got up and said, "I have a headache, I'm asleep." Then he hurried back to the room, as if he was afraid that there would be another bowl of medicinal soup that Uncle Haiyao had worked hard for all day.

Behind him, Yi San looked at her with a smile. He didn't look away until the curtain fell to cover her figure. He stood quietly for a while, then turned and went back to the room to rest.

One night without words, passed safely.