Qu Tan'er's eyes moved, "Little thing, as the master, I almost remember you exist."

At this time, the little thing shook her a look, contempt and dissatisfaction.

"Oh! Is there a quarrel with me?" Qu Tan'er chuckled.

The little thing flew to the ground, pecked the leaves on the ground, and then placed them again. There were four clear fonts: Remember to practice music.

Qu Tan'er was stunned, and pulled out a short flute from her sleeve.

"Did the old monster ask you to say it?" She saw the bird nodding and began to play with the flute carefully.

This short flute was given by an old monster. Before leaving, she told her to practice silently. As for the music score, in her mind, she didn't know how the old monster did it at that time. She just felt a warm light coming in from her eyebrows, and suddenly there was knowledge about the flute and a strange music score in her mind.

Practicing silently means putting the flute on your lips and imagining in your mind that you are playing, and the movements of your fingers are moving like you are playing a song, but there is no sound of the flute. She practiced and wanted to laugh. Fortunately, she didn't have to blow it out. If she really did it out, she didn't know whether the song could be in tune.

Soon, footsteps slowly approached behind me.

Qu Tan'er frowned and put the short flute into her sleeve.

The person behind him stood quietly, looking at the beauty in front of him. His silent posture just now looked like a flute, but his silent posture was really beautiful. It was so beautiful that all the scenery in the garden were instantly lost, and it seemed that she was the only one left in the world... But it was the first time he had seen her like this.

"Tan'er..." is Mo Yihuai's faint call.

Qu Tan'er stood up calmly and turned to Mo Yi to bless her, "I have met His Highness the Prince."

"Tan'er doesn't have to be too polite." Mo Yihuai stepped forward eagerly, as if he wanted to help her.

Qu Tan'er stepped back and avoided the contact with him.

"Sit down and chat with me." Mo Yihuai stared at her little face, but did not lean forward any further. He only found a stone bench in the pavilion and sat down generously.

Just at this moment, Jingxin came up with tea.

Qu Tan'er signaled her to pour Mo Yihuai first, and then ordered her to prepare some fruits and snacks. She glanced at Mo Yihuai indifferently, but found that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight and asked respectfully: "Is Your Highness the Crown Prince here to look for the prince this time, or?"

"No, I'm here to see you." Mo Yihuai said calmly.

"If the prince has anything to say, please just say it, listen to me." She and him seemed to have nothing to say. But today, when facing her, he always called herself "I", which made her feel a little equal, not so annoying, because even Mo Liancheng rarely called herself "I" in front of her.

"Are you afraid of people seeing it? Or are you afraid of him misunderstanding?"

"You are joking. We are open and honest in broad daylight, and we are still afraid of others gossiping? Besides, you look at that side. Although the servants are standing far away, they are all busy here. They can look at us with a little look. If this is the case, he still misunderstood... there is nothing we can do, right?" Qu Tan'er was calm and composed.

"I heard that the Eighth Prince is going to marry Qingyun?" Mo Yihuai picked up the tea and tasted it briefly.

"yes."

"You agreed?"
Chapter completed!