"Your Majesty. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading. The fourth master listened attentively, and unconsciously wandered outward, always feeling that he had been paying too much attention recently.

I don't know if the hand he was holding too hard that day hurts.

"Your Majesty." Chang Yue called again, and saw that the emperor had not seen any movement for a long time.

I think it was his excellent piano skills that made the emperor so fascinated by it.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?" She got up and walked to the man who was slumped on top of the Arhat, sat down next to him and asked.

"Yes, your piano has always been rare in the palace." He sat up straight in a daze, feeling a little bored.

"What else does the emperor want to hear, as long as the emperor orders it, the concubines will play it for the emperor." As he spoke, he turned around and sat down in front of the piano.

The fourth master looked at her lively, and thought that Yijin was always too calm, and always asked him to take care of the overall situation, but she was much more generous than herself. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading.

"The piano skills are good, if you play that guqin, it will definitely be more charming, and it will make people dream."

Chang Yue smiled, most of the meaning of these words was understood, so he helped the tone and said: "My sister's piano skills are above me, if the emperor wants to listen to it, it's not too late to go to my sister's place at this moment." ”

The fourth master shook his head and recalled what she said earnestly, I don't know how to play the piano. He believed it.

"Although the piano is good, her piano skills are not as good as yours."

The bottomless handsome eyes were slightly raised, and they fell on Chang Yue's face, looking good, but unfortunately there was a little less charm.

It's not bad to be fresh for a while, but if you see it every day for a long time, I'm a little impatient in my heart.

"The emperor still wants to listen to a song, since my sister's piano skills are not in my hands, then I will play a song that my sister and I often dance."

Dancing together, the fourth master was interested for a while. Sit upright on the collapse.

"You can hear it."

Chang Yue sat upright, holding the low string with one hand and falling to the end of the horn with the other. The darkness happened suddenly, and only then did I open my mouth to miss.

Where are the few leaves Xiao Xiao Xiaoyu. Wet the eaves flowers, the people at the bottom of the flowers are speechless. Cover the screen mountain, the jade furnace is cold. Who saw the two eyebrows gathered together and leaned on the trunk.

Acacia, in Chang Yue's hands, sent by the willow breeze, moistened the spring flowers under the eaves, and aroused the infinite thoughts of the beauties in the house.

The fourth master frowned, listening to the melody.

A bored beauty, lonely and sleepless, in the smoke of the stove, her feelings are getting heavier.

Where is his sweetheart? Does he know that there is a beautiful woman who is frowning and leaning on the railing, waiting day after day

This poem, this artistic conception, there is no heartbeat, only affection, and a beautiful woman who is waiting for her sweetheart.

This is what she does with her.

"Your Majesty, how is this song?" Chang Yue smiled and walked to the window and walked to the emperor's side.

"This Song"

"The words mentioned by my sister and the sound of the concubine's score, we have been rehearsing for a long time. How did the emperor feel when he listened. ”

"When to do it." I always feel that it's not her style, but like that person.

Chang Yue tilted his head and thought about it, not knowing when he did it. I only remember that it was when I didn't enter the palace in the house.

I remember that at the end of last autumn, he, Rong Ruo and his thirteenth brother went down to the Jiangnan Chake Examination, and saw that Rong Ruo wrote poems with a similar style on the table.

I vaguely remember that it was written.

before sleeping, sorrowful and crushed. Count more, and see the silver worm pendant. It's hard to dream and it's hard to realize, it's just that I'm frowning all day long.

"What's the matter, isn't it that the emperor wants his sister to make another song. The concubine wants to use her sister's talent, and she will never refuse to agree. ”

"Tell me when to do it." The roar that burst into it frightened a room of minions to their knees.

"The concubine is guilty."