After the lazy emperor

The sun was setting, and the rays of the sun were falling, reflecting on Feng Ning's body with a bewitching brilliance. She placed her fingers on the strings of the zither, and the moment she rolled her sleeves, there was an elegance that made people not want to take their eyes off her. A melodious and melodious rhyme rippling in the ears of the zither strings, Yao Huan couldn't help but stare dumbfounded, and everyone who came with them also opened their mouths slightly, so surprised that they forgot to move at all.

Why is she not talking?But he leisurely played the guzheng. What was the intention of this woman who made him puzzled? "If you let the general listen to you playing the piano, you can go back to the mansion with the general, and you don't have to wait right now."

However, Feng Ning was still holding the zither string out of tune, and had no intention of responding to Yao Huan's question under the slope, and Yao Huan's displeased voice sounded again, "If you don't get down again, don't blame the general for not understanding Lianxiangxiyu, went up to snatch people."

Feng Ning still kept his mouth shut, thinking in his heart that he was far worse than his father, where is there any demeanor of a great general?Or is there an unknown side to this great general, who hates troubles all his life, and even more hates being threatened. The inner strength of his fingertips gathers, and the rhythm that pops out suddenly becomes thicker.

Yao Huan only felt a strange feeling around him. The place where the sound of the piano passed by, whether it was branches or dry grass, was turbulent like a gust of wind. An ominous premonition rushed to his heart, which accelerated the underlying uneasiness and fear in his heart.

Chen Jun also noticed it, but there is a general around, who can always give him some confidence, "General, this little woman is difficult to deal with, you have to be careful." He has suffered a lot, staring at the hillside playing the piano leisurely The figure of the man, holding the scar at the broken wrist, had a trace of hatred in his eyes, but he didn't know that the general he relied on had the feeling that he was not overwhelmed by him.

Feng Ning looked coldly at the uneasiness in Yao Huan's eyes, but he tried to put on a calm look on his face. He touched the strings and raised them, and finally the tune was tuned, and the overflowing rhyme turned into a layer of strong air currents. Row to Yao Huan.

Yao Huan's eyes widened, as if he saw the sound of the piano played by the woman suddenly turned into an extremely sharp knife and slashed at him fiercely. He dodged instinctively, but he couldn't beat her rhyme faster, breaking his shoulder The armor, the red-stained skirts that were still trickling with warmth, and the faint bloody smell gradually turned into a thick one, overflowing as he breathed.

Looking in astonishment at the woman playing the piano on Po, her skirt fluttered, and the purple gauze covering her face danced lightly. The looming jade face seemed to be in front of her eyes, and her eyes, which were as clear as springs, softened the look that made everyone terrified. Yao Huan finally realized that he had messed with someone he shouldn't have. Because she looked young, he underestimated her abilities carelessly. The danger was approaching, and he had to be on guard, otherwise, he would really lose his life. , did not die on the battlefield, but died at the hands of a woman. If the news spread, wouldn’t it make everyone laugh? Now the only way to take this woman down is to torture and interrogate her if she is alive, “Come on, Take out all the bows and arrows, don't shoot her in the heart, this general will live."

"Yes, General—." Everyone shouted loudly, taking arrows from their quiver and putting them on their bows.

Feng Ning sat and watched the actions of the people down the slope, and the corners of her cold lips under the purple gauze added a little curvature. Just now, she only used the current level of skill to have this effect. underestimate.