Hun Qingchen's heartstrings plucked, and he subconsciously avoided the pair of amber peach blossom eyes, and his tone changed to alienation: "Murong Qian, you should know, I don't want to see you1" Oh? Murong raised his eyebrows lightly, and his expression was still the same as before, "Don't want to see me?" So why do you have to go to this spring feast? You should, there are many ways not to come! "Whether I come or not, it has nothing to do with you!" "Doesn't matter?" Murong Qian stared at Hun Qingchen, "If you want to play "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", it has something to do with me1" His Royal Highness King Zheng, you are relieved, I will not let Situ Mansion, let alone let you, lose your ...... Junxin! Hu Qingchen felt a little cold in his heart, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a stiff arc, "Don't forget, I am also Miss Situ, since I dare to go on stage, I am completely sure 1" Full certainty? Murong Qian snorted lightly and pointed to the cold moon screen on the side, "What do you mean...... Is that her? Xun Qingchen's eyebrows jumped, and he stabilized his mind, worried that Murong Qian was tricking her again, so he didn't want to say more: "I don't know what you're talking about." Leng Yueping reached out and grabbed Murong Qian's clothes, and looked at him with a small mouth: "Ping'er is very powerful!" "Oh? Really? Just you......" "Miss Situ! Miss Szeto! The father-in-law's voice hurriedly came, interrupting Murong Qian's words, "It's your turn!" Xun Qingchen's eyes softly stopped his father-in-law's anxiety, and looked down at Leng Yueping: "Ping'er, are you ready?" Leng Yueping looked at Murong Qian's figure hidden in the depths of the peach blossoms, and nodded: "Ready!" Xun Qingchen bowed slightly, turned around and opened the red silk piano bag wrapped in the pipa, and his eyes jumped: "This ......" "Miss Situ, hurry up!" It's your turn! The father-in-law didn't wait for the light dust to think carefully, and hurriedly urged, "It's too late, but the 1 peach petals that are going to kill the head fell from the sky, and on the Yuhua platform, a thin layer of crimson fell on it, like the shy rouge on the cheeks of the beauty." Hu Qingchen held the pipa through the flying petals, stopped in the red halo of the Yuhua platform, bowed slightly to the four sides, and then, stepped down from the stage, and sat on the steps with the skirt on. Everyone was impressed by Hun Qingchen's extraordinary demeanor, and Situ Zhouzong's face was also satisfied, but when his eyes touched the pipa in Hun Qingchen's arms, his face suddenly became cloudy! Is that...... Burn the groove lute! Li Jing's collection has always been shelved and cannot be stained with dust, how could it suddenly fall into the hands of Emperor Zhou E! The situation changed suddenly, Rao is as calm as him, and it is inevitable that he is a little nervous. He looked in the direction of Murong Qian from time to time, Murong Qian seemed to think that there were too many utensils on the table, so he just lowered his head and cleaned it up carefully, and did not raise his eyes to care about the situation on the field. Xun Qingchen bowed slightly, his eyes swept from the bottom to the top inch by inch, gently turned the pins, plucked the strings and tuned, and raised his hand, and the wonderful sound rolled out like a pearl. With this voice flying down, there is also a dazzling figure like a golden phoenix. Leng Yueping stood still, his hands slowly falling from the "Chaoyun Near Fragrance Bun", and slowly opened a jade snow lovely face. Before everyone could exhale, the sound of the pipa was like a clear stream, swimming from the fingertips, and at the same time, a wisp of piano sound passed through the peach blossom Fangfei and came over. The two tones intertwined, surrounding the group swing like a golden phoenix on the cold moon screen, lingering and compassionate, and on the Yuhua platform, the chirping of the colorful phoenix was stirred. There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world. Helpless beauty, not on the east wall. The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt. When I see Xu Xi one day, I am hesitant. I am willing to match virtue and join hands. I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed. The colorful phoenix chased the flying ribbon of the golden phoenix, led the fingers, and on the silk strings, flowers sprouted one after another, blooming more and more. Suddenly, there were several rewipes, a flying string, the pipa cracked, the guqin broke the silk, and burst out with a sonorous sound.