Marry a queen

It's just that no matter how much she smokes, she still can't pull it back.

"Your Majesty, my concubine wants to toast the Third Prince. How about taking one last look?" I can't say what I'm feeling at this moment.It's just very heavy, very heavy... sinking into a deep valley.A faint, void voice, piercing through the lonely ice, echoed faintly in the air, together with the cold and cold phoenix eyes that had no business, it seemed to be inadvertently glanced at the big hand.

Murong Jing was stunned...

Did he do something wrong again?No!

In a daze, he didn't notice what she said just now: the last look. [

A soft sentence, what kind of mood can you say it with?

The eyes of the two met.

It seemed that he didn't understand the hurt in her eyes, and she didn't understand the meaning in his eyes.

However, the two did not look away.

She is waiting for his answer.

finally--

"Jing'er, Su'er, why don't you two express it?" The Empress Dowager intervened between the two of them.

Suddenly, the two of them felt a sense of embarrassment at the same time.

Murong Jing concealed it, raised the corners of his mouth, showed a slight smile, and said in a calm voice: "Chuxue must have a lot of gifts. Normally, those ordinary things are not in the eye of the eye, um. For my brother, I will give it myself." previous piece."

Immediately, there was a lot of applause.

In recent years, it has been widely circulated among the people that if you want to listen to the emperor's song, ten thousand gold is hard to find.

The emperor's qin art once impressed the world's number one qin master.

Not afraid of the majesty of the emperor, it is said that during the luthiers' conference three years ago, the emperor went on tour in low clothes, and occasionally participated in it for a moment of interest. At that time, no one knew that the man playing the piano was the king of a country.

In the past three years, there were very few people who could listen to the emperor playing the piano.

Later, when Shen Su'er learned about the rumors, she also had to sigh, how lucky was she to hear it twice in a row?

Murong Jing stood up as if stepping towards the piano prepared in front of him.

He sat cross-legged.

He glanced lightly at the surroundings, and looked up at the falling snow in the sky, fluttering and silent.

The plain finger moved lightly, and the long piano sound overflowed. At first, it was as beautiful as flowing water. [

Gradually, it turned into ethereal, nothingness...