Taking the guqin in Wen Xi's hand and placing it on the stone table on the side, Shen Qiancheng walked over slowly, and then sat next to the guqin, Shen Qiancheng first took a deep breath, and finally put his hands on the strings.

With the plucking of Shen Qiancheng's fingers, the sound of a pearl and jade rolling down gradually came out, only to hear the words of the moonlit night of the Spring River faintly sounding in her mouth.

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail;

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite for generations, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees.

At the end of the song, Shen Qiancheng slowly stopped the strings, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

At the moment when Shen Qiancheng stopped, a flute sound sounded on a moonlit night in the Spring River, which made Shen Qiancheng slowly raise his head.

I saw Mo Qingjue put a jade flute on his lips, exhaled gently, and a spring river flower moonlit night slowly flowed out.

Shen Qiancheng is not a genius who has never heard of music, but he didn't expect that Mo Qingjue is also such a person.

"Qing Jue is actually a sound rhythm, so it seems that the song I played before has some class axes." Shen Qiancheng slowly stood up and looked at Mo Qingjue with a chuckle.

Hearing this, Mo Qingjie didn't deny it, just smiled faintly, and then said softly: "Twilight Cloud said that it was funny, if you talk about music and rhythm, for thousands of years, no one has won the ancient wizard Yin Hua." ”

"Hidden Birch?" Shen Qiancheng raised her eyebrows slightly, and then crossed the strings with her fingertips, listening to the somewhat harsh piano sound, her heart seemed to suddenly calm down, so she didn't answer Mo Qingjue's words again.

The ancient wizard Miao Xiwen, what is attached to her body is the real spiritual power of heaven and earth, which is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Yinhua has been a god-like existence since she existed in the world, and she was once admired by all the people. It is a real, faithful existence. But later, when she met the new king of Huayue for the first time on the altar of God, her heart suddenly sank, she felt as if she was in love with someone, and for the first time she had the idea of giving up immortality for a person.

But fate is so cruel, when she found out that she was in love with Mo Wentian, it was also when she learned that Mo Wentian had a wife.

Yin Hua, she is a wizard of Miao Xiwen, the owner of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and what exists in her heart is an innate arrogance. That kind of pride forced her to hide the thoughts in her heart deeply.

Maybe loving someone can't be hidden after all, so when she was practicing, her mood was affected, and she finally went crazy. The jealousy and resentment in her heart towards her eldest grandson Yuehua made her break into the palace without hesitation and make an irreparable mistake.

Is that so? Hidden birch, that jealousy, even after six hundred years, has not disappeared at all? Is it because of this that there are those cruel, bloodthirsty scenes in her dreams?

With a light sigh, Shen Qiancheng slowly withdrew his memories from his divine sense, and moved his gaze to other places somewhat unnaturally.

Looking at the interaction between Mo Qingjue and Shen Qiancheng, Wen Xi's face flashed complicated, and then she turned around and left the place, and when she left, the hatred for Mo Qingjue in her eyes did not decrease in the slightest.

Noticing Wen Xi's back leaving, Mo Qingjue slowly approached Shen Qiancheng, held her shoulder, and said softly: "Duyun, when you enter the Heavenly Tomb tomorrow, you must be extremely careful." ”

"Aren't you with me?" Shen Qiancheng frowned slightly.

"Naturally, I want it, but Mo Wentian is not a friendly person, he will definitely make a move tomorrow, what if I am not by your side at the critical moment?" For the first time, there was a hint of panic in Mo Qingjue's eyes.

Hearing this, Shen Qiancheng's heart warmed, and then he said softly: "Don't worry, I won't be at the mercy of Mo Wentian, but you must pay attention to him, after all, ......" After all, Mo Qingjue betrayed Mo Wentian, which can be regarded as touching Mo Wentian's scales.

"Okay......" Although Shen Qiancheng hadn't finished speaking, Mo Qingjue seemed to understand the deep meaning of her words, so he immediately took Shen Qiancheng into his arms, put his chin against Shen Qiancheng's forehead, and said softly.

......................

On the other side, Shen Qiancheng and the three of them were about to leave after dinner, so at the moment, only Hua Rongying was left sitting alone in a guest room and staring at the white-haired woman on the bed in a daze.

Hua Rongying's gaze fell lightly on Lan Lingruo on the bed, without the slightest fluctuation.

Lingruo, you have waited for me for so many years, I will definitely not disappoint you, I have always been your long river.

"Deputy palace master, the lord is invited." Just when Hua Langying was in a dark daze, a low cry suddenly sounded outside the door, listening to the somewhat suppressed cold breath, it was obviously Gongsun Yuexuan.

Listening to Gongsun Yuexuan's voice, Hua Rongying's iconic Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, only to see him gently stroke Lan Lingruo's sideburns, and said in a low voice: "Wait for me to come back." ”

The door opened from the inside, Gongsun Yuexuan looked at the flower shadow that pushed the door out with some surprise, looking at the peerless beauty, the coldness in Danfeng's eyes, Gongsun Yuexuan couldn't help but be stunned.

"Let's go." Crossing Gongsun Yuexuan's body, Hua Rongying closed the door, turned around and grinned at Gongsun Yuexuan.

Seeing this, Gongsun Yuexuan's pupils were one, what was going on? Could it be that the man who stood in front of him just now had the same cold temperament as Mo Qingjue was fantasized about by himself?

"Gone beauty?" At the moment when Gongsun Yuexuan was stunned, Hua Rongying suddenly poked her head out from behind her and laughed softly.

was teased by the flowers, where did Gongsun Yuexuan remember her previous thoughts, so she had to hurriedly bow her head and walk ahead.

"Deputy Palace Master, please."

Looking at Gongsun Yuexuan, who straightened her right hand in front of her to show her way, Hua Rongying's narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, then laughed twice, and walked in front of Gongsun Yuexuan with her feet quickly.

The inn in Loulan is full of the design charm of the Western Regions, so there is a trestle bridge between the rooms, and the bridge is covered with red silk, which is written in Sanskrit with a Buddhist gold pen.

"Knock Knock Knock ......" Under the guidance of Gongsun Yuexuan, Hua Langying crossed two long trestle bridges and came to the door of a room in the west.

Seeing Gongsun Yuexuan knocking on the wooden door respectfully, before Hua Rongying could make a mockery, Mo Wentian's faint voice came through the wooden door.

"Is it Li'er? Come on in. ”