Volume 1, Chapter 71: Born in the city on the clouds, so it is called Shangyun City.
Dongfang Qingzhu handed the letter in his hand to Yue Mingfeng, and then took out the jade pendant he had just returned from Ye Tingmu and held it in his hand.
I handed it over reluctantly.
"This thing cannot be lost. It must not be lost."
Yue Mingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Of course, don't worry."
Dongfang Qingzhu reminded him again, "If you arrive at the mansion and don't see my father, go to Shuiyunju and take this item out. My ancestor will naturally recognize it."
"Uh-huh."
Yue Mingfeng put away the letter and jade pendant in his hand.
He glanced at the two of them.
"Don't worry, in three days, come to Shangyunju. If I'm not dead, we will definitely meet."
A swordsman's promise is as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Ye Tingmu nodded.
"See you in three days."
Yue Mingfeng turned around and was about to leave, but Guan Qi came jogging over.
Yue Mingfeng paused for a moment, and a smile appeared on his cold face.
When Guan Qi walked up to him, there was some worry in his eyes.
Then he took out a cake from the small package.
The cake was wrapped in white paper with a smiley face drawn on it.
She put the cake into Yue Mingfeng's hand and wrote four words on his hand.
"be safe."
Then the fingertips continued to dance.
"I'm hungry, eat some bread."
Yue Mingfeng's tall body leaned slightly, and his palm gently stroked Guanqi's little head.
"rest assured."
And then left.
Looking at his departing back, the atmosphere became a little depressing.
Ye Tingmu came to Guanqi's side and picked her up.
"It's okay, we'll see each other in a few days, let's go."
He watched the chess and nodded, his eyes narrowed into crescents.
The few of them set off again, heading towards Shangyun City.
It's too early.
If you hurry, you can enter the city before sunset.
Qingfeng asked, "Brother, Wind Swordsman, are you coming back?"
"nature."
He sighed, "Ah."
"What's wrong, Third Brother? Why are you so sentimental today?"
Qingfeng lay on his side against the car window, pulling a blade of grass in his hand.
“I just think it would be nice if people didn’t separate.”
Jinghong tilted her head and moved closer.
"Third brother, we have never been separated. Haven't I grown up with you since I was a child? I am always here."
Qingfeng rolled his eyes.
"You are still young, what do you know?"
"Tsk, I'm five years old and still young."
He looked into the distance, with a hint of sadness in his eyes that was not appropriate for his age.
"I miss the little monk a little bit."
Ye Tingmu was speechless. You two have only been together for one day, and you already want to have sex.
But this is not surprising, although the little monk only spent one day with a few people.
But he had a very pleasant conversation with Qingfeng.
Maybe it’s because they both like to eat it.
Since they had similar interests, they talked a lot, and Qingfeng also learned some knowledge about food from him.
Naturally, the feelings deepen.
Jinghong also held his little head in his hands, looking very contented.
"Yes, that little monk is really good-looking, just like my sister."
Dongfang Qingzhu cast a look of disdain.
"How old are you? It's not good to think about these things."
Qingfeng said again: "Sister Qingzhu, when you go home, you will also leave us."
Dongfang Qingzhu thought seriously, looked at Ye Tingmu and said, "I don't know either. It depends on whether your brother wants to stay in Beimang City."
Feeling the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, Ye Tingmu put down the secret book in his hand, looked at the few people and said: "The spring breeze is full of joy and the horses are in a hurry. I don't believe that there is a reason for separation in the world. Don't you understand?"
"What do you mean?"
"Yeah, I don't understand."
Several people shook their heads and cast expectant glances.
At this time, Feng He's voice was heard outside the car.
"Young men should ride their horses and sing loudly towards freedom, roaming freely across vast mountains and seas. We young men have lofty aspirations, so how can there be any sorrow for separation in this world?"
Several people were shocked.
Especially Ye Tingmu, his face was full of surprise.
"Sure, second brother, you've grown up."
Feng He coughed lightly and said, "Ahem, a family of scholars, a family of scholars."
Ye Tingmu's face was filled with satisfaction and pride, and he praised: "Not bad, keep working hard and keep improving. Sooner or later, you will be as knowledgeable as big brother."
"Okay, big brother."
This scene made several people laugh and cry, and the sentimentality caused by Qingfeng, the little kid, was swept away.
"Brother, actually, I have made progress recently?"
Ye Tingmu looked at Qingfeng with doubt in his eyes.
"really?"
"That's right. I recently composed a spring song. Let me show you."
As soon as Qingfeng finished speaking, the expressions of several people changed suddenly.
"Um, well, I'm going to go to the rooftop to read a book, you guys chat first."
"Ah, Jinghong, didn't you just ask me how big my room is?"
"Yes, tell me about Sister Qingzhu."
Qingfeng looked confused.
"Not you, what do you mean."
He turned his head and looked at Guanqi.
Guanqi calmly covered his ears with his little fingers.
Only Hua Zhilu was still looking at Qingfeng with a smile.
Qingfeng pursed his lips.
"Sister Xiaolu, let me sing for you."
"OK."
After spending a few days together, Hua Zhilu slowly got over the pain of his parents.
Although it has not been completely cured, the face has regained its rosy color.
Occasionally, he smiles.
But late at night, I would sigh.
Ye Tingmu had no good solution to this problem.
The pain of losing a loved one can only be healed by oneself.
Heal slowly, and it will get better naturally over time.
All he could do was try to give her warmth.
It's always going to be okay.
The peach blossoms are in full bloom.
A gentle breeze blew from time to time.
The petals are falling and flying.
As beautiful as a fleeting moment.
However, there was a song echoing in the air, which was out of tune with the quiet atmosphere.
Qingfeng’s songs are still listenable if they are modified, but pure originals are like poppies. Although they cannot kill you directly, they can shorten your lifespan.
The sun sets.
The blushing sun makes the flowing clouds golden.
Coupled with the sea of peach blossoms under the sky, this kind of scenery is so refreshing that you can't stop looking at it.
At this time, there were crowds of people on the avenue in groups of three or four.
There are pedestrians hurrying along.
There are also lovers who pick flowers and enjoy the scenery.
Some people talked a lot, full of passion.
Some people also whispered softly, expressing their tender feelings.
In front of there.
The road stretches forward, as if sinking into the clouds.
Ye Tingmu looked up.
A city rises up into view.
"Are we there yet?"
Several people leaned out of the car, looked at the huge city in front of them, and exclaimed from time to time.
Shangyun City is different from other cities.
It is not situated on a plain.
It was built on the top of the mountains.
More like a western castle.
From a distance, the stacked buildings look really spectacular.
Looking at the golden clouds flowing beside the city, Ye Tingmu couldn't help but sigh.
"As expected of Shangyun City, the name is well-deserved."
The city stands on the clouds, so it is called Shangyun.
Jinghong cheered and shouted into the distance.
"Peach Blossom Wine, here I come..........."
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