Wan Qiyun stroked the strings, and stroked the thousand-year-old wood, and then opened his mouth slightly: "Embroidery, you come and take a look!! ”

The secret weapons in the world are all out of God's hands, and this guqin is made by embroidered hearts.

Drunk Qingfeng wanted to stop this farce, but he couldn't say it.

There is a lot of mystery in this piano, it was customized for this sister from the Cloud Turning Pavilion more than a year ago, and now it is taken out by Drunk Yanran in front of the maker to frame others, this sister is really lawless!!

"Huh!!" Xiuxin glanced at Drunken Qingfeng sarcastically, and then whispered in Wan Qiyun's ear.

"Looks like you think it's a good piano !! too"

Wan Qiyun's eyes suddenly became sharp when he looked at Drunk Yanran, as if thousands of sharp swords were about to pierce her.

Then she smiled seductively, her hands groped in several places regularly, and her face became more and more pale with her movements.

"It's a pity, this piano is quite close to the lord of this county!!" It's a joke to want to pit her.

"Lord of the county, please play the song!!"

It's just a matter of disgrace to her, and the most important thing is the powder inside. Thinking of this, Drunk Yanran was not without pride.

Glancing at her coldly, Wan Qiyun plucked the strings, and the moving song overflowed from his throat:

"Some love is like a broken paper kite, and the ending is sad

Some hatred is like a circle of grievances that cannot be retributed

Just to fulfill a long-cherished wish, it will pay a lot of blood

Righteous words are self-deceptive lies

Some people fall into misery, and the moon and sunset become jue between the windows

Some hatreds are hidden, but they are speechless, and they turn the wind and snow into swords

Just to fulfill a long-cherished wish, how to distinguish evil from good in the wilderness

Flying sand and wolf smoke will mess with me, and I will be sad in vain

Half of the city smoke and sand soldiers are under the pool

Jin Ge Iron Horse fights for the world

One will be thousands of bones withered how many white send away black hair

Half of the city smoke and sand fell with the wind

There is still a wisp of concern in his hand

I just hope that I can return to the field and unload the armor and get back the tea you made

Some people fall into misery, and the moon and sunset become jue between the windows

Some hatreds are hidden, but they are speechless, and they turn the wind and snow into swords

Just to fulfill a long-cherished wish, how to distinguish evil from good in the wilderness

Flying sand and wolf smoke will mess with me, and I will be sad in vain

Half of the city smoke and sand soldiers are under the pool

Jin Ge Iron Horse fights for the world

One will be thousands of bones withered how many white send away black hair

Half of the city smoke and sand fell with the wind

There is still a wisp of concern in his hand

I just hope that I can return to the field and unload the armor and get back the tea you made

Half of the city smoke and sand soldiers are under the pool

Jin Ge Iron Horse fights for the world

One will be thousands of bones withered how many white send away black hair

Half of the city smoke, sand, blood and tears fell

The remnants of the horse cracked the armor and spread the red world

The reincarnation of the swallow is still the flower of February for you"

A sad tune that brought countless men to tears.

"I just hope to return to the field and unload the armor, and I can get back the tea you made." “

One will become, ten thousand bones will wither, and how much white will send away the black hair. ”

Word by word, singing into the hearts of the soldiers.

"For the peace of Moyuan and Mobei, for the wolf smoke that dissipates at the border, this glass of wine, Yun'er respects the generals."

After singing, Wan Qiyun held down the strings, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all.

"Dry !!" In just one song, one sentence, the soldiers doubled their favor for Wan Qiyun.

also indirectly told them that the reason why they helped Mobei so unconditionally was because they didn't want to see the tragedy of rivers of blood flowing and white-haired people sending black-haired people.

"This is a good piano, thank you Princess Yanran!!"

Facing Drunk Yanran, who was pale and sweaty, Wan Qiyun hooked her lips and smiled, turned the guzheng in one direction, and plucked two pianos at her, a stream of imperceptible smoke erupted, and Drunk Yanran hurriedly retreated and fell to the ground.

Modern songs are not like ancient tunes, the two strings that Wan Qiyun just hooked, almost all ancient tunes will be plucked in this way, and Drunk Yanran took advantage of this to put a strong incense in it.

She can be said to have worked hard, this kind of incense, except for yin and yang to tune he, there is no other way to solve it.

As long as Jimo Yanji is drugged, she will be able to have a relationship with him, who would have thought that Wan Qiyun has never plucked these two strings in a row from beginning to end, and now he is cocooned and self-bound, and he has been tricked.

Although Wan Qiyun didn't know what was hidden inside, seeing her so flustered, he didn't know that it was a good thing.

"What's going on???" Drunk Qingfeng pulled Drunk Yanran up and asked with a gloomy face.

Wan Qiyun just lifted the things he knew, drunk Yanran often used this piano to tease others, and the tone that popped up would be out of tune and unpleasant.

But he didn't expect that Drunk Yanran not only wanted Wan Qiyun to make a fool of himself, but also left a vicious back-move.

"Brother Huang, I've been poisoned, Brother Huang, you must let King Jun save me!!"

Drunk Yanran took Drunk Qingfeng's hand and said helplessly: "Brother Huang, have you forgotten how you promised your mother??? ”

This drunken brutality is well-known in Mobei, and now he actually poisons the man, and the ministers in Mobei who are sitting there can't help but shake their heads.

"Xianghong, pull the princess down!!"

Drunk Qingfeng was furious, if it weren't for the queen mother's deathbed thousands of instructions, asking him to take good care of this sister who was nine years younger than him. He wouldn't let her be so presumptuous.

Now it's okay, I dare to use this kind of poisonous trick on Mobei's benefactor, Moyuan's envoy.

He knew that she was trying to get the Jimo Yan Trace, so what about Wan Qiyun??? What should an innocent county lord do???

And he didn't have the brains to make such a fool of himself in front of the ministers, which really made him unbearable!!

"......" Wan Qiyun is very calm, anyway, she has nothing to do now, and the dead woman has also been retributed, she is in a good mood, and she eats well!!

But Jimo Yan was not so relieved, with a dark face, he said leisurely: "This king hopes that the Wind King can handle this matter well!! ”

"This king will definitely give King Jun a satisfactory explanation!!"

So far, don't say that he doesn't want to keep this royal sister at all, even if he wants to, he can't keep it!!