Kite falling into red dust

Luo Hongyuan glanced at him, lowered her head again, and reached for the flute.But he deliberately held it hard to prevent him from taking it away.Luo Hongyuan tried several times but was unsuccessful, so she raised her head and glared at him angrily.

Murong Mingyu stared into his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, evoked an evil smile, and said, "Master Luo, why don't you take out your flute? Is it because I clamped it too tightly?"

He froze for a moment, and then his cheeks flushed "shua", and he immediately retracted his hands.

Murong Mingyu, who succeeded, laughed even more presumptuously.

Luo Hongyuan, who became angry from embarrassment, bit her lip, turned around and was about to run away.Murong Mingyu hastily blocked his way, took the initiative to put the bamboo flute into his hand, and said: "Don't go yet, let me ask you something, did you perform "Peach Blossoms and Flowing Water" for my father today?"

Luo Hongyuan pouted slightly angrily, but still nodded.

Murong Mingyu hesitated to ask, "Then, what's my father's reaction? Does he like it?" Luo Hongyuan's eyes flashed with innocence, and she nodded.

Originally, Murong Mingyu wanted to ask something, but seeing his innocent eyes, he thought that he should be worrying too much. How could such a clean child do such a thing as seduce his father?

After much deliberation, he decided to say something else: "Last night..."

Luo Hongyuan, whose complexion finally returned to normal, lowered her head in embarrassment when she heard him mention the word "last night".

"Last night, I was at you...are you angry?"

Luo Hongyuan looked up at him, then suddenly took out a scroll from a kit tied around her waist and handed it to him. "What is this?" He unfolded the scroll, only to see that it was written in delicate and handsome lower characters: "What happened last night, it doesn't matter, I don't care. My sister and I have been in the capital city for more than half a year, and we have met all kinds of people. All kinds of guests, so I can understand. No matter whether His Highness was out of impulse or a joke last night, I will act as if nothing happened. But now Hong Yuan is the musician of the king after all, please do your best in the future Keep a certain distance from Hongyuan and sister."

It was the first time he had actually spoken to him, albeit in words.

Murong Mingyu read those words, feeling a little complicated.Originally, he wanted to apologize to him, but the words he wrote made him not know what to say.

He crumpled the note into a ball and held it in the palm of his hand, raised his head and looked at his face steadily.He wondered why on earth he kissed him last night.He didn't think about it before doing it, and when he realized it, Luo Hongyuan had already pushed him away.

He said to keep a distance from him, inexplicably, this sentence made him very uncomfortable.

A butterfly came over suddenly and landed on the peach blossom on Luo Hongyuan's head.

When Murong Mingyu saw it, he felt startled—is this young man in front of him really a human?How could someone be so beautiful?This kind of beauty should only be the gods in fairy tales or the fox demon and flower spirit in legends, right?

Luo Hongyuan felt a little uneasy when he saw him, she lowered her head to avoid his fiery gaze, saluted before leaving him.

He suddenly grabbed his hand.At this moment, he forgot all the red tape, pulled him and ran quickly.

In the majestic and solemn palace, two figures, one bright yellow and the other pink, holding hands, one in front of the other, running fast, in the palace where everyone follows the rules and follows the steps, they look extraordinarily rebellious .Fortunately, no one saw them, otherwise there would be many accusations and criticisms against them.

Mo Yuan, who had been protecting Murong Mingyu in the dark, had a slight strangeness in his deep, ink-like eyes, but it was fleeting, and soon returned to that calm face.

Murong Mingyu dragged Luo Hongyuan all the way back to the Prince's Mansion, and came to his study.

The moment the door was pushed open, Luo Hongyuan was stunned.

On the wall facing the door, there is a painting, in which a young man in red is dancing.Next to it is inscribed two lines of flying dragons and phoenix dances: cut off the tongue and dye the bloody clothes, borrow the wind to climb the blue clouds.

The characters are vigorous and unrestrained running script, but the paintings are fine meticulous paintings.It is not a 100% restoration of the real person, only a three-point resemblance is drawn, but the painting is clearly Luo Hongyuan.

"I drew it myself after the birthday banquet," Murong Mingyu was also looking at the painting, "I don't know why I drew it, maybe I wanted to find a channel to express the shock I received, maybe..." His gaze turned to Luo Hongyuan, "It's because of something else."

Luo Hongyuan turned her head to look at him, met his gaze, and immediately shifted her gaze elsewhere.

But he gently held his hand and said, "Do you know why? Can you tell me?"

He bowed his head low.He can't speak.

Murong Mingyu didn't really want him to answer, he wrapped his hands that were still cold in this warm season in his palms, and rubbed them gently, hoping to warm them up, "Since I met you , Bengong always has a lot of confusion. Bengong became the prince with his own wisdom, but every time I see you, I seem to become a fool, always doing things that I can't even explain It's an inexplicable thing." He sighed, raised Luo Hongyuan's hand and put it on his lips, and let out a hot breath.

Finally, Luo Hongyuan couldn't help but look up at him, her beautiful eyes revealed a look of nervousness.

Murong Mingyu was also looking at him bewilderedly, "You look so good today."

He lowered his eyes, his cheeks flushed slightly.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to stroke his hair, and then lightly stroked his face, "It seems that every day I see you, you look so good that I am surprised."

He avoided his hand, walked to the desk, picked up a piece of paper, dipped a pen in the ink, and wrote: "There are many people who are prettier than me, and my sister is prettier than me."

Murong Mingyu read what he wrote, looked at him seriously again and said: "No, Miss Hongdie is also beautiful, but she is not as good-looking as you, and no one is prettier than you, at least I haven't found it yet. I think, I will never meet anyone more beautiful than you in the future."

Luo Hongyuan's ears were completely red, and she didn't dare to look him in the eyes anymore.

Murong Mingyu stretched out his hand to stroke a lock of long hair on his temples, and jokingly said, "Why are you so shy? Didn't anyone praise you for your good looks before?" He found that his shy appearance was even more charming.

"Does Mr. Luo have a sweetheart?" He suddenly asked.

Luo Hongyuan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, then slowly shook her head.

"So, have you kissed anyone else before?"