Right now, I'm really hungry.

"Uncle Cook, can you give me some ...... to eat?"

"Hurry up, send it over." The cook brought me a plate of cashew nuts.

I took the cashew nuts on my plate and thought about whether to grab a few and eat them as I walked.

"Whew-"

Familiar melodies and techniques.

The sound of the piano seemed to be deliberately drawing me up. As soon as I looked up, I saw the masked Han wearing a blue gauze robe, using that peerless light skill, holding the piano and descending from the corridor, and landed steadily in the center of the high platform.

When he met him in Qingyuan Palace, he used a mask to cover the ugly red marks. At that time, I felt like he was coming down from the sky, and now, I feel this way again.

And now, I am not the only one who feels this way, many of the female guests present are screaming, like groundhogs.

"Ahh

"Whoa! Immortals, this must be immortals! ”

"Huancui Lou actually has such a good look?! Who is he, who is he?! ”

"He's Xiaoyuan, a newcomer!" Shinoto is Han's flower name.

"Xiaoyuan! Shinofar! Shinofar! ”

Han seemed to enjoy the courtesy, and although he was veiled, I could read his mind with just the look in his eyes.

"After the beginning of spring, the cliff side is covered with thin snow, and the light smoke is still to the vine. At the end of the line, the double crane passes through the clouds, perhaps only stopping in the line of poetry. There was a carved building in the dream, relying on the railing just like the outline outside the dream, shaking the red candle shadow, tonight without your drunken ......"

He opened his mouth and began to sing.

It's still a familiar voice, with a bit of playfulness in the magnetic depth, and just a few words pull people into reminiscence.

The audience fell silent and listened carefully to his singing. Occasionally, a few people screamed uncontrollably, and their companions quickly covered their mouths.

He disguised himself as an ugly-looking musician, but he was able to be left in the palace by the imperial sister, and his singing voice and piano skills are absolutely unparalleled in the world. His voice is beautiful, deep and elegant.

Since the death of my mother, I have not sung by my side for a long time.

I stood in the middle of the crowd, looking up and listening to the cheerful singing, but I couldn't help but cry.

I'm cured, so I don't have to watch over me anymore.

If his memory has been restored, then he should be on the throne at this moment, and he should not be in this hook column, pretending to be a low-ranking singer to exchange money. He can have everything as long as he wants, as long as he speaks.

Because he's the emperor......

I reached out to wipe away my tears, turned around and placed the plates on the guests' tables.

What about me......

Can I still stay in the palace by virtue of my status as a princess of the previous dynasty?

Although the forced palace only happened in the Yanju Palace, no people were implicated, and there was no war, but for me, this is actually the destruction of the country.

I don't want to go back.

How good the rivers and lakes, how good the market, and how good the people.

I don't want to live in seclusion anymore.

I want to go back to the bazaar, set up a stall or a shop, and watch the people passing by.

I turned around and looked back at him.

On the high platform, the candlelight was reflected by the mirror, focusing on him.

He looked at me, played the harp, and sang, "I danced and sang around the bonfire again, shouting all I wanted to say but couldn't say." At the moment of parting, I suddenly looked back, and suddenly met a thrilling ......"

The brisk melody ends, and the joy and search in the song are still unfinished.

It's obviously a flirtatious song, so why can't I stop crying?

I was a princess and he was a musician.

And now, I am the princess of the former dynasty, and he is the emperor who is high above.

It seems to be close, but it is farther away because of the change of dynasties.

The female guests had not been hurt by the feelings, and they did not know the feelings in this song, and I was the only one, crying silently.

"Bid! Bid! The old bustard came out of nowhere and rang the gong, startling the guests who were immersed in the song, "The person with the highest bid can spend tonight with Xiaoyuan!" Five hundred taels! ”

"Oh my God, it's so expensive!"

"I'm out!"

"I want it, I want it!"

There was an uproar in the audience.