Chapter 22 Words against will

"I don't know." There was a little loneliness in the hoarse voice. Grandpa Hai gently put the wooden box on the table and touched the tedious phoenix pattern on the wooden box with his almost dry hands and the three words Baoqing Building embossed with thin gold above the wooden box. "This box was left by her, and only she knows what these three words mean."

"Who is she?" Ling Yue also followed. Looking at the prosperous wooden box that had been invaded by years, she suddenly had an impulse to open it.

Hai Gong looked at a point in the void with deep eyes and seemed to be recalling something. Liu Ye and Ling Yue just waited quietly, waiting for the old man to find the dusty memory from the cracks of time. But what they waited for was a very heavy sigh from Grandpa Hai.

"Is this sigh an answer?" Liu Ye dragged his chin and looked drowsy.

"It shouldn't count." Ling Yue stretched out her hand, touched the tedious phoenix pattern, and the wooden touch sliding through her fingertips with an indescribable mood. Is it familiar? But why is it as far away as alien time and space? "Can I open it?"

"Open it, it's been 40 years."

Have the things in the wooden box existed for 40 years? So what will it contain? Ling Yue gently turned the exquisite copper ring buckle on the side of the wooden box. Kara. The dusty time of 40 years slowly flowed out with the opening of the wooden box, and the light blue light poured out like a water mist, followed by a faint jasmine fragrance.

"This is..." Ling Yue's eyes were full of shock.

Liu Ye also came over curiously, but what he saw was only a strange dress, matched with a bright moon-colored shawl and a pair of amber jade bracelets. Of course, what attracts the most attention of the night is the unnamed stringed instrument.

"Cheongsam." Grandpa Hai trembled and held out the cheongsam, which had been in the wooden box for 40 years, but was still as bright as before, and handed it to Ling Yue, "Wo girl, wear this to the flower banquet."

"Tell me who she is in your mouth?" Everything in the wooden box clearly told Ling Yue that the owner of the wooden box did not seem to belong to this era. Because there is no cheongsam or erhu in this era.

"When you come back from the flower banquet, I'll tell you who she is. It's getting late. Go quickly." Grandpa Hai waved his hand, which meant that Ling Yue should not continue to ask questions.

Ling Yue wanted to continue to ask questions, but she knew that even if she asked, there would be no result. In the end, she just went into the inner room holding a cheongsam that did not conform to the aesthetics of this era.

The moon is pouring, and the empty cyan stone streets seem to absorb the moonlight, with a faint glow.

The long coat with ink and cloud patterns is covered with apricot white brocade jacket, and the dense and complex patterns are looming with the moonlight. The long black hair like the night was just casually tied with a black ribbon, and the slightly slender corners of his eyes made the young man's face paler and weaker. The man walking beside the young man has long snow-white hair, slender limbs and a handsome face. I don't know how many more women will be dreamy.

"So, the reason why you attended this flower banquet is to suddenly play with the jealousy of the evaporated cicada in the world?"

Ouyang Wan nodded proudly: "How's it going? Are you scared by my clever scheme?"

"It's really scared, but then again, it's okay for you fool to go to this kind of fool's flower banquet. Why do you even want to go with me?"

"Come on, don't act in front of me. I'm not your cruel prince brother." Ouyang Wan joked, "But to be honest, what are you so afraid of him? Even if he is a prince, at least you are his younger brother and a direct prince.

Xia Wuchen's eyes drooped, and his long eyelashes covered the deep eyes: "It's because he's my brother that he's afraid."

"Okay, okay, don't be like a bitch here. But it's just to attend a flower banquet. Why are you so nervous?"

Ouyang Wan patted Xia Wuchen on the shoulder with a smile. However, he did not know that Xia Wuchen, who attended the flower banquet for the first time the year before last, was broken by the prince who had been waiting there when he returned to the Spring Warm Palace. His biological brother broke four ribs.

Xia Wuchen knew that the reason why his brother was furious was that they had the same blood, noble and pure blood, and also declared that the two were not only brothers, but also heirs to the throne. If Xia Yan is abolished, then Xia Wuchen is the heir to the throne. Therefore, Xia Yan has no feelings for this brother, who has the same direct blood as himself, except for hatred, so he knows that what Xia Wuchen will get by crossing the Leichi slightly must be a punch and kick.

Over time, Xia Wuchen did not deal with the people in the court, and there was a great posture of retreat. Ouyang Wan, as his only friend, naturally knows the reason for this, but it is not easy for him to interfere too much in royal affairs as a foreign minister.

"I was broken four ribs the year before last. I don't know how many will be broken today?"

"It will probably interrupt about 50 roots before he can relieve his anger."

"Idiot, who has so many ribs?" Xia Wuchen stared at the heartless Ouyang Wan, who was heartless, and looked helpless to make friends.

"There should be so many of us together."

"How good would it be if I wasn't the prince, don't you think?"

Ouyang Wan put his hands behind his head and looked up at the stars: "Everyone has troubles, and you don't be insatiable. If I were you, I would definitely eat, sleep and play all day. When I have nothing to do, I will listen to Xiaoqu, which is also comfortable. The reason why you are so painful is that the flame in your heart can't be extinguished. No matter how cold your heart is, it can't be extinguished.

"Those who know me, Ouyang."

"Bear by the way, how is the princess from Cang Kingdom?"

"It's not beautiful, but it's still beautiful, but..." Xia Wuchen smiled unconsciously and did not continue to talk, which made Ouyang Wan beside him a little depressed.

"But what?"

"Nothing, I just think she is very special." In fact, Xia Wuchen's feeling for Ling Yue is not special, but a wonderful feeling that can't be expressed in words. Because he can't say this feeling, he used two special words to describe it.

But these two words really gave Ouyang Wan the feeling that Xia Wuchen fell in love with Murong Lingyue: "You don't like her, do you?"

"Eh? What are you talking about?

"Did I say you like her?"

"Should, no." Xia Wuchen thought for a moment, but felt that this return was a little unintentional.