Emotional things are not fully accepted by one party, and sometimes they need to do something for him.

Let him know that in his heart, her love for him is no less than his love for her.

Nalan Lian looked at her gentle and smiling eyes, and the affection written in them made him feel slightly dazzling, turned his eyes away, shook his fan and said:

"Then I'm going to listen to the tune played by the butterfly."

"That's King De's Mansion, if you can go in, I can't stop you." Ming Yulong laughed, and let people start arranging.

On this very cold winter night, what Ming Yulong thought of taking the unusual path was to use the lake connected to Yunlan Pavilion to row a boat to surprise Rong Yi.

In the thick twilight, Nalan Lian looked at the lake water reflecting the bright moon, and then at Ming Yulong, and sighed:

"Yulong, is Rong Fox really the first person you like? Why is your technique more skilled than a master of love? ”

"This is something that has no heart, and people with a heart do it, of course, it is extraordinary!" Ming Yulong asked people to put the boat away, carried the dulcimer up, put a few lanterns on the bow of the boat, and went by boat.

The starlight in the sky is bright, the reflection on the surface of the lake is like a little silver light flying, the ripples are scattered, accompanied by the sound of clear water, paddling for a while, and the distant Ming Yulong saw the dim light emitted from the Yunlan Pavilion.

This is the big lake next to Yunlan Pavilion, she approached it with such fanfare, she didn't believe that Rong Yi couldn't hear it.

When the distance was about the same, Ming Yulong put down the pulp, blew on the palm, picked up two piano bamboos, and began to knock down the keys.

The first sound fell, and the slow sound was like a dingdong spring, falling like an empty night sky, as crisp as a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, blowing away the cold of the surrounding night in its light timbre.

The voice was wide and wide, leaping into the Yunlan Pavilion.

Luo Shui opened the window and looked out, and saw a few shimmers of light wading on the lake, and by the dim candlelight, he could vaguely see the appearance of the woman on the boat.

"Isn't that Miss Ming?"

Since, since the last quarrel, Miss Ming hasn't come to Yunlan Pavilion for some days.

Luo Shui ran to the second floor, the door of the house was open, and he saw Rong Shizi standing in front of the window, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the boats slowly coming on the lake.

The melodious sound of the piano is like a trickle, murmuring, starting from light and melodious to slowly turning into lingering and tactful.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, a crisp female voice quietly sang from the surface of the lake-

Sauvignon Blanc, in the imperial capital. Luo Wei autumn cries Jinjing, the slight frost is bleak and cold. The lonely lamp was overwhelmed, and he rolled up his curtains and sighed at the moon. Beauty is like a flower across the clouds. There is a long sky of green and dark above, and there are waves of water below. The world is far away, and the soul flies bitterly, and the dream soul does not reach Yunlanan. Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching.

The sound of the piano is quiet and elegant, flowing in a deep and lingering, and brisk and tactful, and the different sounds of the piano are more melodious and different in the night, which makes people can't help but listen carefully.

The sound of the piano is like a crystal bead, a small bead falling on a jade plate, and like the sound of rain, not only falling on the surface of the lake, but also stirring up circles and ripples in the hearts of the listeners.

The body of the piano gradually slowed down, and the corners of Rong Yi's mouth curled up with a smile, she had never heard Long'er play the piano, but she didn't expect her piano skills to be good.

Also amazed by the sound of Ming Yulong's butterfly piano is not only Rong Yi, but also Nalan Lian by another lake.

The night is starry, the lake is shining, and I have heard the sound of the butterfly harp that I have never heard before, and tonight is different.