"I need you to use your identity as Miss Mu to let the dean hold a piano competition." Mu Qianxun frowned and raised his eyes to look at Ling Youran, "What are you going to do?" Ling Youran was silent, looking at Ling Youran's attitude, Mu Qianxun was a little anxious, "What are you going to do, don't hide it from me." Ling Youran said in a low voice, "I don't want to hide it from you, but it will be safer to sue you after you succeed." Mu Qianxun stared at Ling Youran for a while, "Okay." Mu Qianxun agreed.

With Mu Qianxun's face, the matter of the piano art competition was quickly put on the agenda, "Qianxun, thank you." Ling Youran took the list in his hand and said thank you to Mu Qianxun from the bottom of his heart, "You're welcome, but I don't understand why you asked me to put you first and Qi Chuxia last." ”

Ling Youran's face turned cold, "In order to give her more time to prepare." Mu Qianxun glanced at the list, Ling Youran, her best friend, how much was she hiding from her? Or how much her thin body endured. Mu Qianxun didn't ask any more, just a long silence.

The first is Ling Demon Ran, a song "Flat Sand Falling Geese" Ling Demon Ran played the piano, but her heart was surging, if she could see the scene like last time again, then Qi Qiē could basically be determined, as for her arrangement, it was so that Qi Chuxia could prepare for the competition again, she hoped that Qi Chuxia would not let her down.

Ling Youran played the piano, and with the sound of the piano, the lyrics were attached, "The wild goose is also in the Chu River, and the sky is pure." The sky is one color, thousands of miles are moving, and Jiang Han is in autumn. Jiang Han's autumn shadow, the wind is dashing, and he sends the wild goose back to the south. I saw a pair of double covers, with words on their heads in the sky. A few voices are also loud, and they are not complaining, who knows. Chu Jiang is old in autumn, and the reeds on both sides of the river are sparse. And the thousand trees and maples, a bright moon, is also rippling, blowing geese and slanting. I saw the wild goose walking with its back to the glow, falling towards the water cloud. Ya Ya gradually departed from the Yunhan Road, and stood together in that flat sand. The call is also squeaky, and the unfettered are also boastful. In the dead of night, the bottom story is shocking, and the perch is uncertain. I only heard the dumb and dumb one, and the fluttering and chaotic waves, and the noisy screams. I want to be close to Luhu just for Jiang Feng's fishing fire, but I am afraid that I will be scheming. Therefore, he did not hesitate to avoid Goten. Try to see him fly up to the clouds, disturbing and hustling, only circling in the sky. Meng Ke slashed Jiang Gao again...... "Ling Youran's voice is very good, like a yellow bird out of the valley, she didn't finish this part of the lyrics, because she saw Qi Chuxia, and all she is thinking about now is Qi Chuxia."

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Finally got to Qi Chuxia's show, Qi Chuxia came to the stage in green clothes and held the piano, she sat down slowly, her demeanor was elegant, it was really difficult to involve her with that girl. Ling Youran smiled, but it was impossible, and it might be for a while.

The crisp piano sound flowed from Qi Chuxia's fingertips, "She plays really well, right?" Ling Youran asked Mu Qianxun beside him, "Yes." Mu Qianxun was also fascinated by what he watched. Sure enough, Ling Youran saw a group of butterflies flying in the direction of Qi Chuxia playing the piano, Qi Chuxia finished playing the prelude, and his thin lips opened lightly, "Shen Dusk West Mountain, look at the sorrow, who is the Han Palace brocade clothes for." The cold moon, the moon under the zither platform, who caress the bleak tune. Clever laughter and chanting, the three springs are early, and the silence is not long. The jade is cold and the moon is cold, and the autumn thoughts are favored, and the rights and wrongs have passed. Point autumn paintings, embroidery Mo hundreds. Explore the beautiful scenery and enjoy the fireworks feast. Ask the palace maid, which flower the king ordered today. Even the roller blinds, waiting for the gentleman to be indefinite, picking cinnamon for the incense to miss alone. The autumn wind is slightly colder, the moonlight is hazy, and the golden cinnamon fragrance falls for ten miles. The music is beautiful, and it can't be changed, so turn around and take a look. He put down the veil, removed his bun, and went to the twilight. A palace, so is the cold. The moon is incompetent, and there is no lovesick memory. The wind and clouds are rising, and the golden carp pond by the palace is rippling. Spring flowers and autumn moons are romantic, and spring flowers are separated from autumn moons. There is a moon without stars and a moon without a heart, and flowers are hard to find. If Bai Shou returns early, why worry. ”