It was like an old man meeting each other, and Ling Yuexi actually cried. Suddenly, I was thinking that the reason why she crossed over Ling Yuexi's body must be an arrangement in the dark, perhaps, her aunt is Ling Yuexi, and she is the rebirth of her aunt.

The guards behind Xiao Mojue were just about to make a move to stop him, but he glared at him and immediately withdrew his hand.

His face was solemn, his eyes were deep, and he couldn't see any emotion.

"Queen, are you sure?"

Xiao Mojue's eyes were blazing, as if she wanted to see through her body and soul.

"Regent, this piano must belong to this palace!"

Ling Yuexi said something amazing, walked to the center of the main hall, and put the flute to her lips. The peerless posture of the city is like a fairy looking down on the common people, with a clear and proud atmosphere.

From the moment she saw 'Long Yin', Ling Yuexi was already ten percent sure, and sure enough, Xiao Mojue played the first tone, and she was as familiar as her own.

'The piano flute is in the world, and this life is proud of the world. A spring, singing the beauty of the five mountains. Don't let the clouds obscure your eyes, and look at the glory but quicksand. I want to pay for my pride and get drunk with the sunset with my confidant. The rivers and lakes are slim, how many ups and downs have the world been? A dream of ancient and modern, a dream wandering yesterday and today. Fame and fortune, riding horses and neighing, stepping all over the bamboo waves and lying on the pine waves. The song is rising, the wind flute is buckled, and the blood sacrifice piano is what's the matter? The dragon sings and the phoenix sings, stepping through the country for hire

The wind is surging, and there is no time for it'

In order not to make people suspicious, Ling Yuexi only joined when Xiao Mojue played it once. What surprised Xiao Mojue and Xiao Moli was that Ling Yuexi actually blew out the sonorous power of "Dragon and Phoenix Song" without a trace of gap, and played the man's blood to the fullest, so that everyone's heart was strongly shocked, and it seemed that it could arouse the ambition of all men.

Xiao Moli watched Ling Yuexi's gaze gradually become warmer, and there was an inexplicable feeling that spread from the bottom of her heart to the bottom of her eyes. In everyone's intoxication, only Xiao Sujin was sober, looking at the two of them playing the piano and flute ensemble, one was arrogant as a god, and his power was overwhelming; A proud like a fairy, peerless, interpreting ancient and modern tunes, so matched, like a natural couple、、、、、

Xiao Sujin clenched the fist in his sleeve, and his green muscles burst out, suppressing the anger in his heart. No one noticed the cruelty that flashed in his eyes.

After a period of Top Gun and domineering, the sound of the flute suddenly slowed down, and then turned softly, which seemed to be the obsession of a pair of children in the rivers and lakes.

Heroic achievements, it is difficult to stay red, and a love and hate is just like a river flowing eastward.

The flowers and the moon are intertwined, the face is like jade, and the heroes and beauties are the ones who are.

The face is old, and the beauty is gone in an instant, and he thinks of the end of the world, and he is reluctant to give up, and he forgets about the rivers and lakes.

Xiao Mojue was stunned, and he couldn't keep up with Ling Yuexi's voice. Ling Yuexi's flute sound is very ethereal and ethereal, the music she plays is not all the love of children, and it is not all the pride of children and daughters, she has her personality, which makes people who get along with her helpless and unable to perceive her thoughts.

In the last short section, Ling Yuexi's gaze was quiet, as if she was outside the Three Realms.

'Chengjun promises not to lose each other in this life, a song often leaves a song, why bother to take care of each other, it is better to forget each other than to forget each other. ’

At this moment, even those who don't understand the rhythm of music are also deeply shocked. They seem to see that the sky is full of flowers and rain, the sunset is drunk and red, the lonely figure leaves arrogantly, the man locks his eyebrows, and calls for a thousand times, but the woman leaves in style. What she wants, he can't afford it, heroic achievements, emperor hegemony, it's hard to keep a red face, and the beauty is not there.