Thousand Years Dream String Song

Although the priests on the White Tower were puzzled by the weird order of turning a blind eye to a living person and walking in a detour, no one dared to make an exception after all.

Therefore, in the next few days, meeting incidents on the White Pagoda happened frequently. For a while, the priest bumped the head of that priest in order to avoid someone, and for a while, the head bumped hit the head of the priest. The priests wore big green bags on their foreheads, all with livid faces and pretending to be serious, which is really funny.

Feng Li Yue was leaning on the bench and fiddled with his flute, occasionally seeing him, couldn't help but smile.

The music score was written as early as the second day after the officiant's visit, but the officiant seemed to have forgotten about it, and put Feng Liyue aside.

Feng Liyue leisurely wandered around every corner of the White Tower every day, as if he didn't care about everything, and as if everything was under control.

Such days only lasted for a few days, and another grand event ushered in the capital, a minor event, the birthday of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Officials from various departments in the DPRK and China were busy with the issue of gift giving. When His Royal Highness saw it, he was frowning every day, and lamented: It's just a birthday, so why make the city full of storms?What a waste of money.

He sighed and went straight to Simo's room, but he was not in the room, Si Qing wondered: where did he go?After going around for a while, I finally found Simo who turned into a stone statue in the rockery.

Si Qing stepped harder on purpose, but he still didn't attract Simo's attention, so he just walked over in a regular manner, sat down beside him obediently, and called out: "Fourth brother."

Si Mo didn't respond, so Si Qing had no choice but to tug on his sleeve, and then shouted: "Fourth brother."

It took a while for Si Mo to realize that his clothes were still neat and tidy, but his soul seemed to be lost, and he said blankly, "Si Qing? You're here..."

Si Qing coughed, and said with some embarrassment: "Fourth brother, tomorrow is my birthday, that... will be in the palace, and then... If fourth brother has time... can you come?"

Si Mo was dumbfounded, and Si Qing hurriedly said: "I know that the whereabouts of fourth brother's junior is still unknown, I shouldn't say such a thing, but... eh?"

Si Mo patted him lightly, and smiled in a trance, "Si Qing's birthday is here, my brother, why don't you go..." He rubbed his stiff face, and smiled again .

"I will definitely be there tomorrow, Si Qing, don't worry."

"Hmm..." Seeing that Si Mo had regained some energy, Si Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said a little briskly, "This time, my father is going to choose a priest for me on my birthday, um... I don't know who it will be." Woolen cloth?"

Si Mo's brain, which had returned to normal operation, followed Si Qing's thoughts by itself, and his eyes drifted towards the White Tower unconsciously.

The White Pagoda has only sixteen floors in total, and it is difficult to see anything from a distance.

"The priests who come down from the White Tower are probably not too bad. You can rest assured."

Si Qing pursed her lips and muttered: "The priests on the White Pagoda walk with their nostrils turned upside down and don't look at people. I don't even want to give it to me!"

Si Mo sighed helplessly, how could Si Qing be able to reject the priests selected by the monarch himself.

The sound of the flute was crisp and very short, coming from afar.

Simo, however, seemed taken aback, stood up abruptly, and looked straight at the White Tower.

"Fourth brother, what's wrong with you?" Si Qing was startled, and stood up.

On the White Pagoda, Fengli Yue put down his flute, a smile clearly appeared on the corner of his lips.

It's Rigoshi!Although the sound of the flute was short, it was definitely not an illusion, only one sound was enough.

"It's okay." Si Mo rubbed his face, smiled, and said: "I'm just curious about what kind of priest Father will choose for you, is it as lively and active as you, or is it as calm as water?" or...the one who keeps a straight face all day long."

Si Qing looked terrified, waved his hands again and again and said: "Forget it, any one of these types will annoy me to death, fourth brother, stop talking like a crow."

"Then what kind is your ideal?" Simo was curious.

"Ideal..." Si Qing thought about it, his eyes flashed past Si Mo, his eyes suddenly lit up, and said, "If I have to choose one, I'll choose Junior Brother Li Yue."

"Li Yue?" Si Mo only felt that he couldn't keep up with Si Qing's thought rhythm in an instant.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Si Qing remembered that Junior Brother Li Yue was currently "unknown". He was so stupid.

Unexpectedly, Si Mo was only stunned for a moment, and then asked why, Si Qing secretly looked at Si Mo's face, saw that he was not angry, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said cautiously: "Uh... I think, Junior Brother Li Yue looks very He is gentle, and his demeanor is quite elegant. It must be very interesting to have him as my priest, but this is impossible, and he is not a priest." For such a reason, he himself found it funny, thinking that the priest Mo knew how to laugh, but Simo did laugh, but shook his head lightly.