Above the secluded hall, there was a cold and strange atmosphere. Cang You sat on the lacquered throne, glanced at the people under the hall with cold eyes, and snorted softly, "The deity has come, if you have anything, just say it quickly!" ”

Everyone glanced at each other slightly, Lan Lanzi walked out, shook slightly, and said, "Lord, do you remember what you said last time?" ”

Cang You's eyes flashed, revealing a sneer, "What the deity said, of course I remember." ”

"Well, since the Lord said so, then Lan Lan Zi no longer hides anything. Han is here, it's up to you to tell the Lord! After speaking, he looked at Han Zaizai on the side.

Han Zaizai's face was slightly stunned, and he secretly glanced at the gloom on the high seat with a somewhat guarded look.

"Han is here, what the hell is going on, you can explain it quickly." Pale and cold eyes swept towards His Royal Highness's Han Zaizai.

"Yes, Lord." Han Zai held the feather fan in his hand and waved it slightly, and said, "The Holy Maiden Qin Shuang is back. ”

"What?" The pale body was slightly stunned, and he suddenly laughed coldly in the middle of the ring, as if he had heard something interesting, and his handsome figure trembled slightly.

This laughter made the people standing in His Highness feel a little creepy, and they all looked at each other at a loss.

After a moment, Cang Yu stopped laughing, turned his cold eyes to Han Zaizai, and asked in a low voice, "Say what you just said again?" ”

Han Zaizai's face was pale, his body trembled slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Holy Maiden Qin Shuang has returned to the Black Prison. ”

Cang You's palms were clenched, his cold eyes were half-narrowed, and he stared at Han Zaizai dangerously, "Are you sure it's Qin Shuang?" ”

"The subordinates have verified that it is indeed the Holy Maiden Qin Shuang." Lan Lan Zi said again.

"And where is she now?" Cangyou's cold eyes were half-narrowed, without too much joy, but there was a kind of disdain. Qin Shuang, who had disappeared for more than two hundred years, actually returned? The corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, Shui Linglong obviously said that Qin Shuang was dead, so what happened to Qin Shuang who appeared out of thin air now?

"The Holy Maiden has been waiting for the Lord in the inner sanctuary for a long time." Blue light purple said.

"Oh." Cang You's tone was indifferent, and he said half-loudly: "Since she has come back, the deity should also go over and have a look, it's really interesting!" Cold eyes swept towards His Highness's people, "If you are fine, then retreat!" After speaking, Cang Yu got up and brushed his sleeves away.

A faint scent of sandalwood fills the side, and flecks of sunlight shine in the hollowed-out carved windows. A woman in a red dress stood behind the inner sanctum, carefully surveying everything in the temple. This is a woman's boudoir design, next to a soft bed, the guqin stands in the corner, and the bronze mirror is placed on the wooden dresser, and the room is so fresh and relaxed.

The woman slowly walked to the guqin and sat down softly, her white jade hand gently stroked the qin, and suddenly the guqin made a wonderful light sound.

Before she entered the hall, she was shocked by the sound of the piano inside, and she had not heard this tune for more than two hundred years, and she was the only one who could play such a beautiful and moving melody.

His face sank slightly, his palms clenched slightly, and he slowly walked into the inner hall.

I saw a woman in red sitting cross-legged on the ground, with her hair like a waterfall and green silk, exuding an ambiguous and charming atmosphere. The black ice eyes shone with a strange light. She stretched out her hand, and her ten fingers plucked back and forth on the strings, and the beautiful sound poured out in an instant, so soft and moving, like a clear spring gurgling, and like the murmur of a bird in the forest, three sighs in a row.

Suddenly, the music changed, and the sound of the piano became sonorous and resolute, like a wave hitting a stone, and the river entered the sea, shaking the heartstrings of everyone present.

Cang stood there quietly and listened, without stepping forward. Time seemed to go back to more than 200 years ago, when he would often listen to her play a song when he was confused and tired, and she played it for him silently.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of the piano slowly stopped, but the music still seemed to be floating around, not dispersing for a long time, Kunshan jade shattered, pandan weeping dew is just like that.

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