Yun Chengcheng is a very good-looking man, his body has a delicate temperament like a feather, a pair of floating amber eyes, and often has a brilliance that is not different from ordinary people.

At this moment, his amber eyes reflected an evil light, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more wide, and he said with a smile: "The fourth miss is really different from ordinary people, it seems that it is the king's faux pass to talk to the fourth miss with red tape." In this case, the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, let's not ask about identity and status, just taste wine and delicacies, okay? ”

Yun Chengcheng raised the wine glass in his hand elegantly like an elegant and chic lotus flower, the eyes of the charming lake sparkled with strange light, and the smile on his lips was indescribable.

It's a pity that Feng Zhuyue didn't even bother to look at him, but the little bird snuggled in Long Canghao's arms, playing with Long Canghao from time to time, the two laughed happily, and the peerless King of Beiyou on one side was left out in the cold.

A basin of cold water, poured from head to toe.

Mistakes, big mistakes. His charm seems to be ineffective against the two people in front of him.

Both of them have immune cells in their bodies and are completely immune to him.

Just as Yun Chengcheng's hand holding up the wine glass was about to stiffen, Long Canghao on the side raised his eyebrows, picked up the wine glass on the table, and said coldly: "A glass to the King of Northern You." ”

Feng Zhuyue also smiled and raised the cup in his hand, "It's a pity that it's not night now, or I would have applied for that sentence, 'Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow will become a trio'." ”

It's just that one of the three is clearly unpopular.

Feng Zhuyue gently put down the wine glass in her hand, looked at the lake, looked down at Long Canghao who was holding her, and said, "Cang, Yue'er played a song for you, okay?" ”

"Okay."

As soon as Feng Zhuyue raised her hand, Ruolan immediately took the guzheng to Feng Zhuyue, Feng Zhuyue was on the deck, doing a clean position on the edge, a group of teasing, sitting on the ground, not afraid of dust staining her white skirt at all, put the guzheng between her legs, and the melodious sound of the piano penetrated the clouds, the air, and time and space, and fluttered in the sky above Nanyue City.

Frozen tears fall like meteors that shatter whose thoughts

Between reincarnations, the dust of the past has been annihilated, and the face is blurred in the dream

The top of Kunlun is far away from the rivers and lakes, and the flowers are blooming all over the sky

Sigh the red dust and fall on the face of heaven and earth

Love is like the wind, love is like smoke, and the pipa has been a song for thousands of years

The fate of this life, the fate of the next life, the vicissitudes of life, and the passing years

The ancient sword cut off the old feud and awakened whose oath

In the blink of an eye, the love of the next world reminisces about the past

The top of Kunlun is floating far away, and I only linger for you in my dreams

Laughing at the red dust, painting the face of the face, floating clouds

Love is difficult but love is tied to each other, only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals

The fate of this life and the fate of the next life are inseparable

The top of Kunlun is floating far away, and I only linger for you in my dreams

Laughing at the red dust, painting the face of the face, floating clouds

Love is difficult but love is tied to each other, only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals

Love in this life, love in the next life, don't let lingering into parting

Yun Chengcheng didn't know that a jasper flute was conjured up there, and it was gently played along with Feng Zhuyue's singing, and the sound of the piano, singing, and flute were mixed together, seamlessly.

The crowd wandering on both sides of the river suddenly stopped, closed their eyes, and listened attentively to the music. Not to mention Feng Zhuyue, it is Yun Chengcheng, his flute is rare to see in a hundred years, and Yun Chengcheng has reached the realm of pride in poetry and song in the realm of not putting anyone in his eyes.

In this life, if you want to have a bosom friend, what more can you ask for?