The lotus step did not move, and the first line of Qingge rose from the pulse in his throat, Murong Qian trembled when he heard it, and what he sang by Xun Qingchen was "Baitou Yu" written by Zhuo Wenjun to Sima Xiangru.

"It's as white as snow in the city, and it's as bright as the moon in the mirror. Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up. Hun Qingchen deliberately changed the "snow on the mountain" in the original word to "snow in the city", and "the moon in the clouds" was also replaced with "the moon in the mirror", Murong Qian didn't know that she was complaining about him and his change of heart. But...... And what can he do?

The silk silk on the shoulders of the light dust jumped with the song, and fell together, and all that drifted away was the smoke of the past.

"Today's wine fight, Mingdan ditch water head. On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west. "The page of peach blossom notes in the canal of Situ Mansion was not picked up by Yiqi's room, but by the peach blossom death.

"Sad and miserable, you don't need to cry when you marry, you want to have one heart, and your white head will not be separated." The concentric knot under the phoenix candle of King Zheng's Mansion is not the peace and joy of the rest of his life, but the shackles of marriage for half a lifetime.

"What is the bamboo pole, what is the tail of the fish, what is the heavy spirit of the man, why use the money knife?" In the spring banquet in March, on the shore of Xuanwu Lake, at the foot of Zhoushan Mountain, the wanton and free fisherman Murong Qian had already bowed down to fame and fortune and surrendered to the throne, after all, he became a generation of national lord Li Yu.

The light dust dance posture is like smoke and fog, like a dream, the skirt is swinging at will, the silk is raised from the heart, there is no fixed discipline, there is no gorgeous and complicated number of steps, and some are just the catharsis of the soul dance.

Manman, like the bloom and fall of a peach blossom, relatives, like the withering glory of a leaf of autumn maple.

The singing voice was around, piercing the curtain one by one, and wrapping it in Murong Qian's heart, his eyes unconsciously rose and fell with the blue shadow outside the curtain, and the autumn waves hidden in the peach blossom eyes also swayed. He couldn't reach for the curtain, and he didn't have the shame to face her despair. No matter how unspeakable he is, no matter how unwilling he is to admit it, he betrayed Hun Qingchen, this is a fact!

He wanted to rush over and hug the figure, but he knew he couldn't, the more he was in such a critical moment, the more he had to restrain himself! Sun Yanxi will be back soon, as long as she opens the 'Sealing Heaven Seal', she can seal the Mulan Enchantment and end all the sorrows caused by the Mulan Mirror forever! Before that, all he could do for Humil Qingchen was indifference and ruthlessness.

The Fusheng Pavilion had been burned down thirteen years ago, and everything in front of me was just a Mulan fantasy! He didn't know if the woman in front of him was really a light dust, and he didn't know if all of this was a game set up by Leng Yueping, he only knew that he must not loosen up in the slightest, and he must not let Leng Yueping see his weakness at this time!

To this day, he can't afford to lose.

The lyrics of the song gradually weakened, and when it turned to the end, it suddenly raised a loud roar: "Up and down the sky, a blue sky!" ”

The wind suddenly blew in the Fusheng Pavilion, the curtains were shattered, and the light dust floating in the air suddenly appeared, her body was full of blue light, her white hair was scattered like crazy, and a cold smile slowly pulled out of her blood-colored face: "Ah Qian, this is the last dance I danced for you in this life, the dance of death made by the soul of life!" As soon as the words fell, the blue light disappeared sharply, and with a lonely white, it quickly fell down.

fluttering, like the snow of broken thoughts; Light and fluttering, like a withered flower.

"Light Dust!" Murong Qian looked at the withered peach blossom face, and his composure was suddenly chaotic, he shot out with an arrow step, grabbed Hun Qingchen's waist in mid-air, and sank to the platform of "Wind Flower Snow Moon", "Light dust!" Don't scare me! ”