Mei Qingchen tensed up and sat on the chair, he lowered his head and drank bitterly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thinking that day the Snow Maiden Hall in the ink evil was willing to die for her soon, a few days ago, the subordinate news said that the Tanglin Cod was willing to exchange ten cities or even the entire Donglin for her, and even did not hesitate to overdraft the spiritual power, condense the essence of the moon, and give it a ring, the Pomeranian smiled, Gongzi Ji was violent and indifferent, and treated her as gentle as water, even the Lord of the Eagle Pavilion became Yanagi Hui in front of her.

In Mei Qingchen's body, there is a seed of jealousy growing wildly.

Why can she be more happy without her?

He doesn't allow it!

His conscience is condemned day and day, he can't sleep well every night, he sinks in lust, he can't love, how can she just say and go, without any attachment?

As everyone knows, the first person to leave is him Mei Qingchen.

It was he who abandoned her, and it was he who tore her heart apart.

When the city lord of Shengluo City, Jin Chanzi and Fuxi walked into the Heavenly Eagle Pavilion, they heard these words.

A flash of light flashed in the city lord's eyes.

Perhaps, there will be nothing wrong with choosing a night light song.

"The pavilion master is hard to find, unpredictable, I didn't expect to come out for the sake of beauty." The city lord laughed.

Jin Chanzi pulled Ji Hua and sat down next to Qingge.

"Xiao Ye, the master has been squatting in the toilet for a long time, so it's late." Ji Hua explained why he was late.

Light Song: "......"

Qingge looked at the numb and weak legs of the golden cicada, and three black lines fell on his forehead, all saying that master-level characters will have some quirks, and it seems that this is the case.

Jin Chanzi was chilled by Qingge, and hurriedly said, "The old man has diarrhea, understand?" ”

At this time, the Pavilion Lord of the Heavenly Eagle Pavilion replied to the words of the City Lord, "For the sake of beauty, don't say that you have shown your face, even if you are in a different place, you have no regrets, City Lord, do you say yes?" I've heard that when the city lord was young, he was also an infatuated species. ”

The city lord's face turned dark, and turned to sunny, "It's a pity, King Xiang has affection, the goddess has no intention, and the Night King has a prince by his side." ”

"It's their business for Miss and Gongzi to be willing to get along with each other, and it's also my business for me to protect Miss and be a knight, and the two are not contradictory." Pavilion Master Road.

The city lord's eyes flickered, "The pavilion lord is really generous." ”

"It's not generosity, it's the depth of love." The pavilion master smiled.

The city lord laughed twice and went to the table of the Wang family lord.

The Pavilion Master of the Sky Eagle Pavilion sat down at this table and looked at Lan Wu with a smile, "I heard that the Blue Girl plays the piano for a long time, I wonder if I have the honor to listen to a song?" I have prepared the qin, it is the phoenix dance qin that I got from Luohua City overnight, and it must be a perfect match for the blue girl. ”

Lan Wu subconsciously looked at Mei Qingchen, and saw that Mei Qingchen's face was full of pain and distortion, quite lost, and then nodded, and said, "It is Lan'er's honor to be able to cheer up the pavilion master." ”

"Well, please." The pavilion master smiled.

There is a waiter carrying a red piano on the golden platform, Lan Wu delicately walked in front of the golden platform, sitting on a high stool, slender white hands flat on the strings of the wisps, she closed her eyes, her fingers plucked the strings, the sound of the mountains and flowing water slanted out, there was no grievance, no loftiness, just plain as water, as gentle as a spring breeze, washing the evil thoughts in everyone's hearts.

Qingge nodded, blessed to the soul, and sincerely appreciated: "Miss Lan's piano is really good." ”

One thing is one thing, she doesn't like Lan Wu, but this can't negate Lan Wu's piano skills.

However, compared to the waves of the blue turnip, she is more happy with the sound of the piano in the city, if the sound of the blue turnip is a river of spring water flowing eastward, then, whether there are strings or not, a pair of jade hands in the night city, can pick out the most beautiful tone in the world, I bloom after the flowers kill, go deep into the soul, drum the world, the battlefield of the golden iron horse, the sweetness of the moon before the flower, or the coolness of the winter and spring.

Especially in that song Phoenix Seeking Phoenix, she integrated her full of expectations and sorrows into the soul of the piano sound.

Thinking like this, listening to the sound of the blue piano again, the light song will be boring.

"What's wrong?" Ji Yue saw that Qingge's face changed slightly, and asked.

Qingge collapsed in Ji Yue's arms, "I want to fall into the city." ”

"Don't think about her." Ji Yue's face sank.

Qingge couldn't laugh or cry, "She's a woman." ”

"It's also possible for a woman to break her sleeve."

Light Song: "......"

At the end of the song, there was a lot of discussion in the Sky Eagle Pavilion.

"It is said that the piano is born from the heart, and the spring breeze song has not been talked about so well and so wonderfully, which shows that the blue girl is a rare good person in the world."

"Miss Lan is understanding, Young Master Mei is gentle and elegant, and the two are talented and beautiful."

"The night girl is a heroine among women, and the prince is the face of the king, if you want me to say, these two people are really the style of the emperor and queen." The person who spoke was a woman of thirteen or fourteen.

For most aspiring women, Qingge is the god in their hearts, fulfilling their dreams of wanting to do but not daring to do or even unable to do.

It can be said that it is resonant.

It is said that the Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other.

Those who hate light singers are not fellow travelers.

Those who admire her have more or less the same qualities as her in their bones.

Or arrogant, or uninhibited, or murderous, or ruthless.

People all the way, standing at the same height, can appreciate each other, admire, see each other's shining points, even if it is an enemy, but also sympathize with each other, rather than blindly jealousy.

Mei Qingchen came back to her senses and frowned when she saw Lan Wu sitting in front of the golden platform.

He didn't like Lan Wu playing in front of too many people, giving people the illusion of a show.

At that moment, a heavenly sound sounded.

The sedan chair carried by the four flying beasts swept through the sky, and the snow-white light veil danced, the woman's stunning face loomed, looking forward to the brilliance, she held a rouge bone piano without strings, and between the flicking of her fingers, a series of voices gushed out like gurgling spring water, shaking the souls of the guests.

They had never heard such a piano sound, as if they were in a fantasy world, standing on the top of the clouds, becoming gods, overlooking all beings, but also empathetic.

When the sound of the piano is high, there seems to be the sound of waterfall tilting down, the aura of the ancient battlefield is permeated in any corner, starvation is everywhere, the lives are devastated, the heroic general is holding the machete, fighting bloodily to defend the country.

The cold and surging momentum aroused the enthusiasm of everyone present, and reminded the middle-aged and elderly men of their high spirits when they were young.

Wake up and kill human rights, drunk and lying on the knees of beauties.

I only smiled at the sky, went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun, experienced the precipitation of time, and smoothed their edges and corners.

They began to be sleek, sophisticated, and step-by-step.

The sound of the piano turns

Yongmen guqin, miserable and miserable.

Like a child who has left home, a lonely ghost, the numbness of the walking dead and the pain of separation

In this way, it evokes the blood-drenched and untold stories behind the world's beautiful faces.

In the world, no one is better off than anyone else, and everyone suffers.

Each of them is a battalion, a king or a loser, and the weak are not even qualified to survive.

And this is the so-called way of survival.

A person, only after stepping on the skeletons of countless people, standing at the peak, and being cold in a high place, will he be condemned by his conscience, surpass his soul, and be a good person.

Good people are often bloody murderers.

Qingge looked at the beauty playing the piano in the sedan chair in a daze, smiling.

Allure, Allure

Her allure is coming.