When Qian Yuluo heard these words, he raised his eyebrows slightly, huh? The dream lover of all women? Silently glanced at the Qingling son, she was speechless and held her forehead, uh, this is also a dream lover? Compared to Shen Ling, that's a scum, okay? Hey? How could she think of Shen Ling? Qianyuluo said that she must be abnormal today, well, that's right, she must be fighting wits and courage with a brainless person like Qianyuguo today, and even God can't look at it, so she is abnormal today!

Silently vomited for a while, Qian Yuluo began to listen to his performance carefully, the instrument used by Qingling Gongzi is the ink-colored flute pinned to his waist, the flute, the joyful, the flute song, make people forget their worries.

The cold light of Xiao approached the red lips of Qingling Gongzi, and he seemed to have escaped the fetters of the world in green clothes, and he had the appearance of a fairy with Dao bones, which suddenly gave people a kind of amazement like seeing an immortal.

The thin lips opened lightly, and the sound of the flute rushed like flowing water, which was the style of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, hazy, gentle, prosperous, but not vulgar, gorgeous, but simple!

Everyone's faces were full of intoxication, and all the opposing things seemed to let go of grievances and hatreds in his songs, so harmonious, it seemed to be full of contradictions, and it seemed that it should have been like this.

It was a sunny day, but at this moment it seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and Qingling Gongzi's face was gradually blurred, but it was this hazy feeling of seeing flowers in the fog and admiring the moon in the water that made Qingling Gongzi more and more mysterious. In a trance, people seem to have entered the smoke and rain tower in the south of the Yangtze River, looking at the people in the rain, but they can only sigh emptyly, alone, so cold and lonely, like the life experience of Qingling Gongzi, there is smoke and rain, and he is lonely.

The sound of the flute continues to flow, as if it is endless, it seems to be going to flow like this, through the spring when the flowers are in full bloom, through the midsummer of green trees, through the fruitful late autumn, to the snowy winter, step by step, he took people through, as if witnessing his top gun, fame, harvest results, and finally only one person left.

In the end, the sound of the flute stopped on the isolated island where thousands of mountains and birds flew away and thousands of people disappeared. Although the song is over, the loneliness that buried the fireworks in the prosperous era, and the lonely sound of him alone in the world still lingers in everyone's hearts.

Qianyu Luo couldn't help but sigh, worthy of being the Qingling Gongzi who captured the hearts of tens of millions of women, just his melancholy added a lot of points to him, and such a handsome person, but with such a sad experience, it can't help but make people feel a sense of distress, unconsciously, also played a sympathy card, the key is that almost all the men who come here are literati and ink writers, and women are mostly delicate people, so they are naturally prone to sentimentality, I have to admit that this trick of Qingling Gongzi is really wonderful!

However, Qian Yuluo smiled slightly, it's a pity, this incident is not his personal experience! Although Qingling Gongzi tries his best to make him the hero of this story, however, what is fake is fake, and it can never become true, although he tries his best to increase the sense of substitution, but there is still a lack of empathy, and the effect is naturally greatly reduced, there are many people who sympathize with him, but there is no real urge to sigh.

Qian Yuluo knew that this round, this person was not to worry!