The third sister must be modest, since she understands this Jiaoxianqin, where will she go? Just like the old bustard, he always disliked that his piano was a broken piano, and he had to replace it if it was too old, in fact, he didn't know that the scorched tail piano that his mother gave him before his death was one of the seven peerless pianos in the world.

What to do, he suddenly wanted to hear it......

Dongfang Mingxuan bit his lip, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he cautiously probed: "That...... Can I listen to the third sister play the piano? ”

"You want to hear it?" Yun Qiange was stunned.

"Hmm!!" The handsome man nodded heavily! I really want to!!

She looked back at him and chuckled, and even her lips turned a little pale: "But I don't know how to play the piano anymore." ”

The fingers in Yun Qiange's sleeves gradually tightened, and even the air became thinner, almost making her unable to breathe.

But Dongfang Mingxuan didn't notice her abnormality, but clenched his hands excitedly, his eyes flashed with excitement: "How about trying, third sister, just treat me as a wooden man, just play it casually." ”

He thought she was nervous, and pulled her sleeve encouragingly, her clear eyes shining with anticipation, the color of a starry sky. "Third sister, just once, let me hear it......"

"Third sister...... The third sister ...... "Seeing that the fourth brother was pitiful like a puppy calling her, Yun Qiange couldn't bear to let this younger brother down, and sighed helplessly in her heart.

She sat down by the piano, feeling the strings with a sluggish expression, her eyelashes trembling, and her fingertips as white as jade seemed to glow in the sun.

The jade hand was lightly picked, and after trying the sound, a cold spring-like note burst out at his fingertips, and even his heart was trembling slightly, Yun Qiange took a breath softly, and it was already ...... It's been a long time since I've touched the piano.

The woman lowered her eyes, cheering for herself in her heart, her jade fingers fluctuated smoothly on the guqin, and her slender and white fingers seemed to be rippling in the clear spring.

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 bathes in 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 cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night.

The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on.

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 he ordered the hearts of parents all over the world not to be born again 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 and condensing silk bamboo, the king does not see enough.

Yu Yang Mo came agitatedly, breaking the song of neon clothes and feathers.

The nine-fold city is full of smoke and dust, and thousands of people ride southwest.

Cuihua swayed and stopped, and went out of the capital for more than 100 miles in the west.

The six armies were helpless, and they died before turning their eyebrows.

No one took the flowers, and the emerald gorse scratched her head.

The king hid his face and couldn't save it, looking back at the blood and tears.

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, the mountains are green, and the holy lord is in love with the morning and twilight.

The palace is sad to see 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 soil under Ma Wei's slope, 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 pond 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 spring breeze peach and plum blossoms bloom, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of Xigong, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep ......"