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C1184

Nan Huaijin returned to the living room and handed the jade flute along with the box to Lu Yiyao.

"Yiyao, try it. Let's see if you can continue bragging."

"Alright, I'll try."

Lu Yiyao got up and took the box. He sat down and opened the box.

A jade flute floated into his eyes.

Warm and transparent.

At a glance, one could tell that it was quite valuable and that it had existed for many years.

Nan Huaijin actually did not bring back the Phoenix Stage for such a precious item, and instead placed it here all along.

Nan Huaijin stared at him quietly as the doubts in his heart became deeper.

Lu Yiyao took the jade flute out of the box in near pious manner.

Nan Huaijin noticed that there were faint emotions rolling in his dark narrow eyes. His expression changed slightly as well.

"What is his relationship with the owner of this jade flute?"

Just when Nan Huaijin was puzzled, Lu Yiyao put the flute to his lips.

The corners of his lips moved.

The jade flute let out a weak sound.

"…"

Nan Huaijin still didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

Lu Yiyao's action of holding the flute reminded him of a person.

This person was precisely the previous owner of the Floral Island.

His name is Ming Lang.

Lu Yiyao tried to blow it again. His fingers, which had distinct joints, danced up and down as the melodious melody slowly flowed out.

"Hmm?"

Nan Huaijin listened for two minutes and his heart tightened.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Lu Yiyao again.

His vision blurred. He seemed to see Ming Lang sitting in front of him, playing the flute and smiling warmly at him.

What happened today?

Why do I keep thinking about these people?

Qing Huan.

Ming Lang.

Just like that, they appeared in front of him.

Did he miss them too much?

While blowing on the air, Lu Yiyao slowly got up and walked to the window.

With his back to Nan Huaijin, he faced the sea.

Nan Huaijin slowly looked away from Ye Zichen and closed his eyes.

In the eyes of others, he was just listening to the sound of the flute. Who would have known that he was forcefully restraining his emotions?

Bo Yuheng walked over and heard the melodious melody of the flute from afar. His steps paused for a moment before stopping, his expression still sharp.

"Your Majesty, is there something wrong?"

Fu Qinglun didn't know why he suddenly stopped, so he walked up and asked.

"Listen carefully."

Bo Yuheng stood with his hands behind his back as he spoke.

"Yes."

Fu Qinglun responded and had to stop in his tracks.

The people behind also stopped.

A Li listened to the flute music and felt his heart tighten.

"Isn't this Mr Ming Lang's' Unreturning '? "How could it be …"

The flute music became more melodious as it floated over. Everyone had different expressions on their faces.

He was either surprised or indifferent.

Bo Yuheng's cold eyes seemed to be dispersing. He didn't know if he was immersed in the sound of the flute or not.

The music was still the same, the old friend was already gone.

Although Fu Qinglun wasn't as clear as A Li about it, what the hell was this tune? However, when he saw Bo Yuheng's expression, he knew that this song definitely had a deep relationship with him.

He had never seen Bo Yuheng in such a daze.

A moment later.

Bo Yuheng snapped out of his daze and spoke coldly.

"Let's go."

"Yes, your Majesty."

Fu Qinglun nodded and followed behind him.

A Li followed him with a calm expression.

Soon, they arrived at the villa's entrance. The sound of the flute had not yet stopped, and most of the people who were playing the flute did not know that they were coming.

"Your Majesty …"

The guard at the door looked down and called out to Bo Yuheng.

"…"

Bo Yuheng's face was cold and he didn't even look at them. He didn't wait for the announcement and walked straight to the living room with an imposing manner.

He didn't know that Nan Huaijin was in the living room at the moment.

The huge living room was filled with so many people. It suddenly felt a bit crowded. The fragrance of the orchid added a turbid smell to the air.

Nan Huaijin slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the door of the living room.

A dark shadow was approaching him. He didn't even need to look to know who it was.

He stood up slowly and called out to Bo Yuheng, who was coming in the opposite direction. His tone was full of estrangement.

"Your Majesty …"

This place was the Floral Island, and it was a private residence;

Bo Yuheng's mouth twitched and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Nan Huaijin called out 'Your Majesty' to express his attitude.

There was no longer any kinship between them.

"…"

Bo Yuheng walked over step by step with his hands behind his back. His eyes were fixed on Lu Yiyao, who was playing the flute by the window.

Nan Huaijin had already stood up to greet him, yet he did not turn around and was still playing the flute.

"Lu …"

Fu Qinglun was about to remind him, but Bo Yuheng raised his hand to stop him.

"All of you, leave."

"Yes, your Majesty."

Fu Qinglun nodded in agreement before leading Wuqing and the other bodyguard out.

"A Li, you guys go down as well."

Nan Huaijin also spoke to A Li.

"Yes, sir."

A Li couldn't help but cast a glance at Lu Yiyao, who was standing by the window. His heart was filled with doubts.

"Why would Young Master Lu play this tune? I thought it would be Mister …" "This Young Master Lu is getting harder and harder to understand …"

He did not dare to stay any longer. He turned around, walked out, and lightly closed the door.

"Secretary Fu, this way, please."

"Alright."

Fu Qinglun did not refuse and replied with a smile.

Wuqing stood at the door, unwilling to leave.

A Li glanced at him but did not insist on inviting him.0

Different paths do not work together.

He and Wuqing had chosen different masters. In the future, they would be even more opposed to each other.

"You two stay here. If you need anything, inform me immediately."

Liu left the captain and a guard at the door. Even though this was Nan Huaijin's territory, he was aware of Bo Yuheng's methods, so he had to be careful.

"Yes, Brother Li."

The captain and another guard stood in the doorway.

In the living room.

Lu Yiyao seemed to be immersed in the music, blocking out everything around him. It was as if he didn't know that there was an extra 'important person' in the living room.

Nan Huaijin did not remind him to continue bragging.

Bo Yuheng walked over and stared at his back.

The sea breeze blew Lu Yiyao's white clothes, and his back became increasingly lonely and cold.

Bo Yuheng's gaze became tighter and tighter, and the hand behind his back couldn't help but clench into a fist. His cold face was covered with a layer of frost.

Faintly, he seemed to have returned to thirty years ago.

A handsome young man dressed in white stood on the reef with the highest Floral Island and held a jade flute in hand as he faced the wind and waves. Slowly, he turned around and let out a faint laugh.

"Ah Heng, I wrote a new song. Do you want to hear it?"

"Alright."

At that time, Bo Yuheng was extremely handsome and elegant. His eyes were light like glass. But now, under the influence of power, his gaze gradually turned cold and ruthless.

The young man turned around again and placed the jade flute by his lips. His fingers danced as the melodious sound of the flute flowed out.

Everything quieted down, and even the sea breeze became much gentler.

Until now, Bo Yuheng still remembered this tune.

"No Return".

Nan Huaijin saw Bo Yuheng staring at the back of Lu Yiyao absentmindedly. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

He sat down again and took a sip from the blue and white porcelain teacup in front of him.

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