Feihua thanked the pleated Luo skirt, it was very warm, I wanted to see her really wasted a lot of thoughts, and she was a sincere master. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Fuxiu took off the Nanzhu in his hand, walked to his side, and looked at the beautiful appearance and naturally liked it.

"This string of southern pearls is the first night of the palace entering the palace, and the emperor gave it to you, and I will reward you today."

The door was open, and the wind was crisp and tickling. Seeing the true feelings revealed in the words of this first meeting, Nanzhu is even more worthy of the beauty in front of her, with a delicate mouth and a beautiful face, I am afraid that I will remember it for half my life. And the next heart is like this, the fate has come, and there is no choice.

"If my sister only knows, sincerity will be reciprocated."

Zhang Wenning looked sideways at Fuxiu personally to his side, and hurriedly got up to help the pregnant beauty. "Xie Niangniang." Stretched out his hand to take Nanzhu, this bead is really heavy for himself.

This is what she and I want, and I can't brush it off. She is the master of her own promise, and she is her blade.

Zhang Wenning smiled, and his eyes were dyed with joy and calmness. Leaning over and bowing to Jiang's salute, it was done, but it was also embarrassing to argue.

"Weng Ning remembered your words. If this happens, I won't dare to mess with you, next time, next time, please be safe next time. When Zhang Wengning stepped out of Gantang Palace, a smile appeared from the bottom of his eyes, and one day, I, Zhang Wengning, will come out.

Zhang Wenning pursed her lips and smiled, the red and brown pine wood on the lintel, Fuxiu lowered her head but looked down on her, for some reason, she was extremely happy today. Seeing that she was leaving, she hurriedly beckoned Jian Xi to come, smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, looked at each other at the door, was supported by the general, patted her palm, turned her head lightly and whispered to the full moon, pouring out all kinds of affection, only when she was sincere to herself, "Jian Xi, go and send off Weng Guiren!" ”

Add to the joy of people, and I can see the long and tortuous road of the palace, and how many people are under the fence, endless darkness, full of worries. Fuxiu didn't think much about it anymore and slowly entered the inner sanctum.

A year ago, the first month of the year had passed, and Yang Xu saw that mid-spring was coming. Since entering the palace, the days have been a little rougher than imagined. Abide by the rules and dare not disobey, but there are always times when you are tired.

Seeing that the night was like ink, he ordered no one to follow, holding a palace lamp in his hand, and strolling out of the palace alone. The lights flickered, and it was interesting to shine the light and shadow when they were clearly extinguished.

Seven strings, Fu Xiu Xin hand outlines the lonely and arrogant fairy music, a person sits quietly in a small pavilion, his eyes are closed. The daughter of the Na family, now she inherits the rain and dew alone, and has the son of the concubine Fu Zi.

Fu Xiu's fingers are cold, and he is arrogant like a plum fairy. Her uninhibited piano sound is engraved on the stone pillars of the pavilion. One string, one tone, one person, one pavilion, one garden, evening plum empty self-release. The sleeves are fragrant.

The forest forest and the sea are secluded, the deeper it is, the more touching it is, and it is as quiet as a cold bone, which provokes Fuxiu to suddenly speak, "Those who know me say, I am worried." Those who don't know me ...... "The sound of Fu Xiu's jaw picking up the strings bursting is just like breaking the ice, and the cold patience is not sorrowful, and it is ...... Ling Ling is a fine piece of cold wind, cold to the bone.

Fuxiu finally raised his eyes, "Why do I ask for ......?"

Yang Xuru was paying attention to his feet, but suddenly heard the sound of the piano. When I looked up, I had arrived at the small pavilion unconsciously.

One person sits alone in the pavilion. Fu Fei!? Yang Xuru was suspicious in her heart, she didn't know how she was here, but she just walked around today, but she had to meet a nobleman.

Yang Xuru stepped forward, put the palace lamp aside, and knelt on the ground and saluted: "The concubine asks for peace to Concubine Fu, and Concubine Fu is safe." The candlelight was dim, and Yang Xu only looked down to see the intricate embroidery on the edge of Fuxiu's clothes. Just like the cumbersome etiquette in this splendid deep palace, respect and humility are orderly.

The elegance is peerless, the troubled times are disturbed, the small garden is fragrant, and the sleeves are full. On the twin side of the jasper ring, Pei Lan carries a spike, a red diamond small velvet, and the delicate and semi-transparent thoughts.

Fuxiu expected that one person would come after all, I don't know who, I don't know what surname, I don't know what I mean, I don't know the rumors. The porcelain sound is luxurious, and the man is a blessing and a gift. Thousands of arrogant, eyes turned lightly, "Sister, meeting is fate, get up!" ”

The sound of the piano kept circling Fei Fei, and the wind and clouds were unpredictable. The strings are in the wind, and the music dances with the wind. Fuxiu didn't smile, just looked at his piano, played his own music, and looked at the person in front of him from time to time.

Yang Xu looked at the complicated side of Fu Xiu's clothes, heard her porcelain voice, slowly rose, lowered her eyes and did not raise her eyes, and looked cautious: "Niangniang, the night is like ink, you Yaxing." ”

The spring is cold, this is a good statement. The plum fragrance is abundant, but unfortunately the middle spring is coming, no matter how beautiful things are, they are not permanent after all.

"Does Niangniang love Mei?"

Plum fragrance bamboo forest, since ancient times is idlers living in elegant dwelling, and it still exists today. The most is that the piano is good at living for a long time, just looking at the beauty can be described as holding the piano frost and snow, she keeps holding the piano in her hand, the cool breeze and cold language, the green string Yaohua winter music snow.

"Sister, Mei Jing is bitter and warm, how can you know each other, how can you feel sorry for each other?"

Just like the headwind is incomprehensible, the strings are cold and the fingertips are cold. A heartache. The clouds open and the fog disperses, and the moon is noisy. The pavilion seats in the cool pavilion, and the gurgling water is difficult to turn into plain ice.

All of a sudden, it stopped like a collapse. Fuxiu's hands suddenly pressed the strings, no longer leaving an empty valley, and the aftermath was overflowing. "Rare people looking for this path, not afraid of the cold, the most afraid of the cold."

Yang Xu heard the sound of the piano murmuring on the strings, and was secretly shocked that her piano skills were so good, no wonder she was so flattered. "No one knows the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and it can only be understood but not spoken...... The concubine lost her words, and the mother forgave her sins. ”

Fang Cai's words are already overstepping, how dare you say more? Unexpectedly, Concubine Na's Fu is in a high position and has a noble family background, but her heart is like this. The sound continues, just like the silver wrapped in plum fragrance, gradually withering.

"The body can be warmed by the cold, but the heart is cold but cannot be warmed. The mother said, yes and no? "Today is overdue, and it is just counted as an indulgence......

"There are a lot of words, no matter how high the pitch is, you can't hear it!" Fu Xiu Dai frost and snow condensation, continue to be like Xuan Qing strings seven absolutely vast. Good news

"If I will, I can purify my heart!"

Clear and void like fog and smoke and clouds, a trace of comfort, mixed half cage warmth, ink pond forest willow rhyme, spring river moonlit night dust silk. It is soft and pleasant, the ripples are not rippling, the sound of the city is dyed with ink, and the sky is covered with plum goose yellow, and the people are intoxicated. Once again, the fairy strings slid through for a moment to provoke, and then slowly, but urgently, and the flying snow swirled and listened.

"Sister, this sound should only be for those who are cold, not for lovers"

The mottled and jerky shadows in Fu Xiu's eyes, the clouds are cut around the fog, the snow is wanton, and the plum blossoms are over the moon in the forest. The pure heart has few desires, and it is not as barren as the crouch.

Yang Xuru suddenly heard that abrupt sound, and his heart was shocked. He made up his mind and bowed his sleeves: "It's the concubine's rudeness, please forgive your sins." ”

The sound of the piano continued, and the sound of the piano began, as if suddenly entering the clouds and mist, ethereal and independent clouds. The wide sleeves brushed away the clouds and smoke in front of him, and a person in the farsighted pavilion was dressed in gorgeous clothes, sitting alone and stroking the piano.

"This sound should only be for those who are cold, not for lovers." Yang Xu is like a porcelain sound in the ear, eloquent and beautiful, but there is no half of friendship in the words, which means that I am not affectionate.

"How does Niangniang know that the concubine is not Ling Han?"

Fu Xiu saw Tongtai Fang entering, the temples were slightly fragrant, the plum was high and the tree was clear, and the fairy qin was no longer touched, but he was afraid that the clouds were long, and he didn't dare to say anything.

She no longer has three lanes of Yaoqin, gets up, and slowly hugs the qin. Raise your head to admire the plum face and jade bones, and stand proudly alone. The mouth is muttered into a fool's words, and the spring plum withers with a new look.

"Venerable one, since Ling Han, how can you be the same as others?"

The trail is blurred and poignant. Late winter is too early to be ashamed of spring, and fragrant snow is worry-free. Worry-free remnant piano sound, splendid country, say I am lonely and self-appreciative?

Ziyun, the piano player, Ling Han opened the ...... alone