Dip your hands in a copper basin and wash them carefully, wipe them on the white cotton towel on the shelf, and burn the best Panlong Qingxin incense in the small purple gold furnace. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Yu Qingchen rarely plays the piano by himself, and it is even more rare to have the leisure to complete the cumbersome procedures one by one.

Watching the green smoke rise, everyone's own production is really extraordinary, the aroma is long and long, sweet and eternal. However, Yu Qingchen, who rarely burns incense, also thinks that it is not for the sake of playing the piano, and it is also a very elegant pleasure to quietly light such a good fragrance for half a day.

With some headaches, he glanced at Zhong Huaiqing, who was sitting precariously, he was really idle and had nothing to do, so he had to make a bet, but he actually lost. Although she doesn't like promises very much, she can be regarded as having no regrets, but fortunately it's just a song.

After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly remembered the origin of that bouquet of incense, which was also an infatuated bitter person. Sighing, gently tugging on the strings, she thought, she knew where to start.

The low and clear sound of the piano first floated up, Zhong Huaiqing couldn't help but straighten his waist by three points again, Yu Qingchen's piano but he tried everything possible to deceive a song, I am afraid that this is the chance, and this piano sound is indeed extremely good.

At first, Zhong Huaiqing still had other thoughts, but the sound of the piano was not too much to find, so he had already put those charming thoughts out of his mind. I only felt that I suddenly turned into a small boat, swimming in the clear water and blue sky, diving and free, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the sky and the peach blossoms of the moonlight.

The wind gradually rises, and the falling flowers are fluttering, wonderful and misty, like an ethereal dream. The dark room of the faint aroma rises and falls, and it is impossible to distinguish the real and illusory, the fog is all over the sky, and there is no crisp string sound, and there is no difference between the palace and the businessman.

Then the bee is drunk with butterflies, the spring is warm, the flowing water is murmuring, both gorgeous and beautiful, flowing and elegant, making people fascinated and intoxicated, and not forgetting the form・・・・・・

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Zhong Huaiqing came back to his senses suddenly, there seemed to be tears left in the corners of his eyes, first happy and then sad, sad and then sweet. At the beginning, he was only happy and shallow, but after the last two turns, the dream was shattered, and a little hope after despair really made him unbearable.

Although his world is far from enough to compare with an 'old monster' like Yu Qingchen, he still thinks that he still has three points of skill on the piano path, which is not enough for him to reach the point of Yu Qingchen, but it is enough to hear whether the song was improvised by Yu Qingchen.

This story should not be Yu Qingchen's own, according to the secret history of the Venerable of Chao Siguan, Yu Qingchen should not necessarily have the ability to fall in love, but it should be soon, if there is nothing foolish in the calculations of the ancestors of the past dynasties.

Yu Qingchen is not a person who can make up stories boringly, and he doesn't know which pair of hard-working mandarin ducks left him in such a mood. Similar stories are still going on to this day, nothing more than life and death, and being able to get Yu Qingchen's help, I have to say that these two people or demons are lucky.

There is only one love word, sweet and bitter!

Glancing at Yu Qingchen, who was pursing his lips and smiling, Zhong Huaiqing lowered his eyelids and high-fived in admiration, his love, but when will he be able to achieve his wish. There seems to be melodious music in my ears, and I took a deep breath, which is probably the legendary aftermath that lingers for three days.

Yu Qingchen finally felt that Zhong Huaiqing was pleasing to the eye, it was rare for him to have such a good look. While teasing the little paper crane that was spinning around her fingers with great interest, she spoke:

"I remember only a few days until the centennial ceremony. ”

Raising his eyes and smiling, he looked at Zhong Huaiqing, who was still a little unclear, although it was a decision that had been made a long time ago, but it was just right to say it at this time.

"Now that the invitation has been sent to the deity, the deity is not news. Although I don't know where the position of the tide of thought was last time, according to the past practice, this time it will definitely not be far from the deity. ”

Zhong Huaiqing's eyes brightened, did Yu Qingchen mean...

Seeing Zhong Huaiqing's expression, he couldn't help but laugh, Yu Qingchen finally put down the shelf neatly, after grinding for so many days, he is also a doorman of Chaosiguan, this is enough.

"So you just need to follow the basic rules of the cultivation world, and besides, there is nothing wrong with the rules of this great ceremony..." Yu Qingchen's eyes were deep, and he put down the teacup that he didn't know when he picked up, and his tone was cold:

"Let's see who dares to provoke in front of the deity!" "A ceremony like this almost every time will have a little more tricks, but with a status like hers, there is no need to be honestly guarded for a long time.

To say something ugly, some people in the ceremony can only abide by these to please those who are qualified to watch in order to seek more fame, fortune and resources, and some people are watched while watching the excitement, maybe according to her identity, it will be the scenery in the eyes of many people, but even if it is just who she intends to protect, who dares to contradict?

The little paper crane honestly lay down on the small table as early as when Yu Qingchen paused the teacup, although it opened its mind, but it still saw a little less, and it couldn't tell how much anger Yu Qingchen's actions were, but instinctively noticed three points of panic.

It's really a child who doesn't know anything yet, so he held the little paper crane in his palm and whispered to coax it, and taught it to reply in three or two clicks. In the end, it's still a lot more well-behaved, and it's no longer the elf weirdness before.

Rubbing the corners of his forehead, Yu Qingchen knew that this could not be blamed entirely on the little paper crane, although he didn't make a big fuss just now, but after all, the cold was too strong. The little paper crane draws its own flesh and blood to strengthen its spirituality, which is naturally the case.

Maybe she should have restrained herself in front of the little paper crane? It's just that the past thousand years are still vivid, and when she suddenly thinks of it, she is always unwilling. Her emotions are hidden enough, worthy of being ignited by herself, similar to an heir.

The psychic feeling within a certain distance is not imaginary, although it is obvious that her emotions will have a little more impact on the little paper crane...

Shaking off the inexplicable lack of heart, Yu Qingchen secretly clawed, there must be nothing wrong with such a cliff. After a pause, looking at the little paper crane, the mood didn't seem to be particularly good, and he sighed and put his hand around the neck of the little paper crane.

Let's get some sleep