Compared with the excited subordinates in the courtyard, Chi Ling'er didn't have the slightest hint of joy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the courtyard, the wind was raging, but the rain was very thin, and it was obviously not at the right time.

With such a strong behavior, even if the power is lost, it can only condense a little drizzle, and it can't exchange much rain at all.

With this drizzle, dotted with stars, can you expect it to gather in a basin and become clean drinking water?

However, the matter has come to this point, and he must not let his efforts be in vain. In a hurry, she summoned the Snow Jade Bead and used her own aura to help it fly into the air, so that it could be fixed in the wind and waves.

With the help of Xue Yuzhu, the sound of Huangfu Qingtian's piano seemed much smoother. The wind around him had slowed down a lot, but the raindrops falling in mid-air were noticeably denser than before.

"Tick Tick ......"

The raindrops fall on the large and small utensils in the courtyard, making a rhythmic sound of rain, accompanied by the melodious sound of the piano, which has a unique elegant charm.

Huangfu Qingtian plucked the strings while taking the time to raise his eyes to look at the snow jade beads swirling in the sky above the courtyard. The snow-white and pure bead looks even more sacred and immaculate in the wind and rain.

The perfect lip shape, under the outline of the smile, makes people more and more intoxicated. Such a smile is only in front of her, and he is willing to show it without hesitation.

It was drizzling and the breeze was blowing.

What the sound of heaven conveys is just the splash of water falling in the air?

There is also a part, silently waiting.

At this moment, although Huangfu Qingtian looked ahead, he could no longer hold anything in his eyes. Behind him, the woman standing against the door, she is the wave in his heart.

Without turning his head, his heart seemed to be able to feel the curvature of the corners of her mouth at the moment.

All the characters in the courtyard were blinded in the smoke and rain, and all he could see was the snow jade beads that rotated freely in the air, which were the embodiment of her aura; and the raindrops falling in the air, which are the testimony of their hand in hand.

Immersing yourself in the world of two people, pure and tranquil, is beautiful and blissful. Here, no one can disturb them, and all mundane things are kept away.

In my heart, I am very down-to-earth.

It's just that such happiness, such beauty, is destined to be just a flash in the pan.

"Huh? Why did the rain stop? ”

"Oh my God, go down a little more!"

"What God, didn't you see that it was the prince and the princess who did it?"

In the courtyard, the people who had just witnessed the miracle and were still in the midst of passion were chattering.

Meng Yanshan let out a few low snorts and ordered everyone to shut up and retreat.

In the past, Huangfu Qingtian Fuqin was alone, and no one else was allowed to be by his side. Even the people in the palace, except for Meng Yanshan, could not see his profound skills in controlling the qin, as well as his ability to ride the wind and waves, and call for wind and rain.

Today, it was hard to open their eyes, and everyone was still unsatisfied, but they were driven away by Mengyan Mountain, and slowly withdrew from the courtyard unwillingly.

Chi Ling'er recalled the snow jade bead, and when it returned to its place, the lotus step moved lightly and slowly walked towards Huangfu Qingtian.

The wind is still there, and the rain has stopped.

Even though the sound of the piano is still the same, even if the clouds in the sky have not dispersed.

And how?

No matter how beautiful the drama is, there is a moment when the curtain ends.

It's just that the protagonist who has already entered the play can't tell the difference between inside and outside the play, and it is difficult to get out of it.

Chi Ling'er whispered to Huangfu Qingtian: "Don't play, it's useless, there is only so much water vapor in these four weeks, and no matter how hard you try, it's in vain." ”

The hand that plucked the strings suddenly stopped moving, and his dark eyes quietly turned his head to look at Chi Ling'er.