Xing Wu called a few times, and when he saw Yao Ye'er pondering, he ignored him, so he shook his head and left.

In the evening of this day, Qin Yin came as promised, he came with a piano behind him, stepping on lotus leaves, Yao Ye'er looked at his feet, and verified his guess, he really didn't need to take the dark road, and his light skills were excellent.

"Girl, can you still look at this piano?" Qin Yin placed the piano on his back flat on top of the other piano case, and removed the cloth that was set on the outside. A pale pink yaoqin came into view.

"This piano is made of pink jade!?" Yao Ye'er's eyes widened.

Pink jade, as the name suggests, is pink jade, which is very rare in the Blue Dragon Empire, and is as rare as purple gold. Generally speaking, pink jade is used to make small objects such as jewelry. Qin Yin actually has a yaoqin made of pink jade!

"Exactly, the name of this piano is twilight, is it good to exchange this piano for the girl's golden silk mahogany?" Qin Yin said seriously.

"This deal seems to be a loss for the young man Qin." Yao Ye'er said with a smile.

"The person who plays the piano is gone, and it is sad to keep the piano." Qin Yin replied lightly.

"In that case, I'll take it. Can you listen to me play a song first? At the fifth water dance festival in the first month of May, I would like to rehearse a song "Song of Long Hatred". Yao Ye'er came to the twilight desk and sat down.

"Long Hate Song? Girl, do you want to write your own lyrics and music? Qin Yin was puzzled.

"Childe, listen to me sing slowly." Yao Ye'er flicked his fingers, and the piano sounded.

"The Han Emperor is heavy on the country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for it for many years. The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir. It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color. The spring cold baths Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy. The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance.

The clouds and temples are swaying, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night. The spring night is bitter and the day is short, and the king does not rise early. There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing.

There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one. The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are all in the land, and poor and glorious are born.

So the hearts of parents all over the world are not reborn male and female. The high place of the Li Palace enters the green clouds, and the fairy music wind is heard everywhere. Slow singing and dancing condensed silk bamboo, as long as the king does not see enough.

Yu Yang Mo came agitatedly, breaking the song of the neon clothes and feathers. The nine-fold city is full of smoke and dust, and thousands of rides are traveling southwest. Cuihua swayed and stopped, more than 100 miles out of the capital gate in the west.

The six armies were helpless, and they died before turning their eyebrows. Hua Tian was uncollected, and Emerald Gorse scratched his head. The king hid his face and could not be saved, looking back at the blood and tears and flowing in harmony.

Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is sluggish, and the cloud stack lingers in the Sword Pavilion. There are few people under Emei Mountain, and the flag is thin without light. The water of the Shu River is green, and the mountains are green, and the holy lord is in love with the morning and twilight.

The palace is sad when he sees the moon, and the night rain hears the sound of bell intestines breaking. The world turned back to the dragon, and he couldn't go here. In the mud under the slope of Ma Wei, there is no place for Yuyan to die.

The monarchs and ministers took care of each other's clothes, and looked east to the capital to return to the horses. The return of the pond garden is still the same, and the liquid hibiscus is not Yangliu. Hibiscus is like a willow like an eyebrow, how not to cry about this.

The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and when the leaves of the sycamore fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep. The disciple of Liyuan is white-haired and new, and the Jiaofang eunuch Qing'e is old.

The sunset hall is quiet, and the lonely lamp has not slept yet. The bell and drum are long at night, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, and the jade is cold.

After a long life and death, the soul has never come to dream. Linqiong Taoist Hongdu Ke, can be sincere to the soul. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the priests to look diligently.