Thanks to Yun Zang Feng Da Piao Alliance abandoned the monk, bowed and greeted, and then added more to show gratitude, o(n_n)o

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"Uncle St. John'......"

Flying String Sugray subconsciously picked up a piece of paper and wanted to chase after it, but was looked at by Eve Jelina with a blank face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What do you call him?"

Flying String Sugree paused, then did not chase but saluted and spoke: "Uncle...... He made me call it that. ”

Eve Jelina smiled: "When did you become so obedient?"

Flying String Sugree was silent, and spoke calmly in a half-voice: "He used to be the prime minister of the Corolla Empire. ”

Evegena shuddered and didn't speak again.

Sugree was about to chase after him and return the things to him.

"Auntie. ”

But she was dragged by Eve's outstretched hand.

Sugray opened her mouth to say something, but Liana gently grabbed her.

Sugree paused, not moving.

And Evegena opened the piece of paper and remembered the poems he had just heard he had written.

For Eva.

She is not surprised that the basis for the application of power is to be knowledgeable and talented.

Otherwise, a layman in a detail may lead to the failure of the power technique.

So she knew best that he could do almost anything except that he couldn't do magic.

And the capital of art is the imperial style that he helped to put forward ideas and plan erection.

If you're not talented enough, you can't do it.

It's just this...... What is it?

The poems sung by the bard?

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“......”

Looking at it slowly, Eve Jelina's calm at the beginning, slowly, couldn't help but be fascinated.

As I read it sentence by sentence, in the eyes of Flying String Sugree and Rianna, mainly Flying String Sugray, they were very curious about what the Empress Aunt had seen, so she was so moved.

It seems to be stuck in a memory, occasionally frowning, occasionally chuckling, but in the end, it is a moment of loss, and I look into the depths of the woods for a long time.

He stood there silently, silent.

Sugree wanted to step forward and take the piece of paper.

If it was really St. John's letter or something, her upbringing would certainly not have read it.

But she knew best that this must have something to do with Han Qi, and it must have been him who deliberately let Uncle St. John drop it to Her Majesty.

But before she could get it, Empress Evelyna had already come back to her senses.

Awakened by a melody, from a trance.

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"Kick~Kick~"

Sugree looked back in surprise at the ...... not far away Glitter.

Shaded by trees or blinded by the sun.

I didn't go far, and vaguely, I could still see him holding the thing with a metal string tied to it, playing.

"You're not leaving?"

Sugree stepped forward and asked.

Han Qi stopped, got up and looked at Mentor St. John.

"It's a long story......"

The two of them didn't go far, just a little away from where Evegena was.

At this time, they were face to face again, a little far apart, but they couldn't stop the entangled sight of Eve Jelina and St. John.

Especially, when St. John saw the piece of paper in her hand.

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"What are you talking about?!Want me to sing?!"

Rewind to the time when it was time to set off in the morning.

Wash your face and shave your beard, and dress up all over your body.

Not to mention, although the fifty-year-old St. John's hair and beard are a little white, he has the temperament and praise of a middle-aged handsome uncle.

And the figure is maintained very well.

It's not an ordinary person who practices vindictive magic, and he doesn't get lucky at all, it's quite triangular.

It's just such a confident look of longing and expectation, and suddenly because of the idea put forward by Han Qi, he instantly returned to his unconfident appearance, which had an impact on his new temperament of taking a shower, shaving and changing clothes.

"It's you who sing. ”

Han Qi smiled helplessly, hugging the little short body that finally couldn't stay up in the middle of the night and woke up at this time to look at it. He motioned to St. John: "I haven't slept all night in vain, since I have agreed to your request, what is it to write only one song? ”

"Just let me sing?!"

St. John looked at Han Qi in a low tone.

Han Qi was silent for a moment, and then spoke: "I once told you that what I am good at is not power arts, remember?"

St. John nodded. It seems that he is still in a trance.

Han Qi stepped forward with a chuckle: "I was involved with the innocent mentor you for self-preservation, and you didn't have any reason to rush over at the first time and want to help me out of the siege, but I finally found Harriet's mentor to let you suffer such pain and loss." ”

Looking at St. John, Han Qi spoke: "Mentor." Trust me once, right?"

Saint John looked at Han Qi and just looked at it, but finally smiled: "I believe in you." ”

looked at the instrument with a strange expression, and Han Qi looked a little haggard after not sleeping all night.

St. John's guru said, "And you don't have to do that......"

"Yes. ”

Han Qi looked directly at St. John, saluted with one hand and smiled peacefully: "The physical damage is not the most unbearable. Emotional and inner damage is often too much for life to bear. I am the one who caused you to bear everything, and I can't bear this self-blame. ”

St. John was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth to say something.

Han Qi waved his hand and got up: "Don't talk about this." ”

Dragging St. John, Han Qi smiled: "Zhihu, two prime ministers." Do you care about chanting a poem?"

Han Qi gestured to St. John in his mind: "Think back, remember more about the high-spirited and proud time when you were young." Take the confidence and courage, and I'll take care of the rest. ”

Looking at the six-stringed piano in Han Qi's arms, it was actually a guitar.

St. John seemed to regain some emotion, and frowned and looked: "I thank you in advance...... But I couldn't hold my head up in front of her, and I was so embarrassed, and now I have to sing by myself?"

"Aren't you a bard?"

Han Qiwan looked at St. John with a smile: "Besides, you said you believed me." ”

Holding St. John in his arms, Han Qi gestured to speak: "Empress." High. What haven't you seen? You expect to elevate yourself to her equal, don't think about it. You don't have to be separated, do you?"

St. John nodded involuntarily. looked at Han Qi: "Then what do you mean......

Han Qi smiled: "Think backwards, you can't reach her, can't you drag her down?"

St. John's eyes lit up, Zhihu is Zhihu, and instantly understood what Han Qi meant.

"Pull her to an equal position with us?!"

St. John's tone trembled, but he frowned for a moment: "But ......"

"By poetry?"

St. John looked at Han Qi in bewilderment.

Han Qi corrected: "It's a chant of poetry." ”

"Attacking the heart, in fact, the best time should be the moment you left more than ten years ago, that is when her heart is the most fragile and the most wavering. It's a pity that you left and missed it. ”

St. John's body trembled, and he sat there in a daze: "I know...... I know ......."

Han Qi sat down and looked at St. John: "The past is irretrievable, and today it is even more difficult to reopen her heart, which has become stronger and stronger after more than ten years of supreme power and the most realistic tempering. ”

Han Qi looked directly at the gloomy St. John: "As long as you have faith." As long as the little flame of love in my heart is not extinguished, there is still hope. ”

St. John looked at Han Qi, and Han Qi nodded.

St. John was silent for a long time, took a breath, and finally stood up: "It's not extinguished." Never. ”

"That's good. ”

Han Qi got up and put on his guitar and picked up the little short body that was screaming: "Now let's talk about how to drag her down to our place." It's just that the more impossible it seems, the more naïve the better. ”

Looking at St. John, Han Qi spoke: "That Dead Flyer...... The class leader, Feixian, made this seemingly casual joke-like request, but it was also accidentally stumbled, and it was feasible to really make a difference. So it's not poetry, it's an ordinary song. You sing, I'll accompani. ”

Although St. John was persuaded by Han Qi, he was still a little entangled.

"I'm so old, and I'm still groaning...... Also singing. And I won't ......"

Han Qi nodded and interrupted: "What you want is that you won't." I want you to be your age. ”

Gently pushing St. John, Han Qi took out a piece of paper and handed it over: "Let's go to the woods to practice early." You can't sing, but you must have a super memory. I've had the lyrics polished by Mentor Aggreko. ”

St. John hesitated and looked at Han Qi as he walked: "But it's only ...... in such a short time."

"You can go. Listen to me. ”

St. John was abandoned by Han and walked away, and laughed helplessly: "But why must I sing? Even if it's me, can't I use something else, such as music, painting, ......?"

Han Qi frowned and smiled: "The Empress of the Corolla Empire, the capital of art, do you talk to others about music? Are people rare? Then you still call her to pull it down? You can't win by surprise or contrast, how can you touch people?"

St. John was stunned for a moment, carefully reflecting on Han Qi's words. I think so.

"Just ......"

Han Qi shook his head to dispel his last bit of unconfidence: "And it's because another key advantage of singing is that you can express your heart through the lyrics." With the help of melody and accompaniment, sing what you want to say, but can't say. ”

St. John looked at Han Qi, and Han Qi also nodded and looked directly at him: "You yourself said that my "Snail" was very touching before. ”

The little short body screamed as if cheering.

"Good!"

St. John nodded heavily and clenched his fists: "I...... I listen to you. ”

Overall, Tutor St. John has been a light breeze and a light wisdom pearl in his elegant temperament since they met, but at this time, after experiencing this, when facing my ex-girlfriend who is the empress, he has become submissive.

Han Qi is understandable.

The more such people are, the more they show that they value love and righteousness.

If a master of power can also use the confidence of power in the face of emotional matters, it may not be much praiseworthy.

Of course, it would be better if he could be a little more restrained.

It's just that Han Qi didn't blame himself so much. But he is not to blame for this, after all, it is not an ordinary first love, not an ordinary woman.

It's the Empress.

"That's right......"

As he walked, St. John had already taken the lyrics and looked down earnestly. Han Qi suddenly had a strange expression and asked a question......

"You...... Afraid of snakes?"

St. John looked up at Han Qi blankly......

"Uh...... Snakes, you say?" )