Living With The Emperor: The Agent Queen

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With the emperor...to soak in the hot spring? ! (5)

Looking up, it is a guqin held horizontally in the hand.

The tail is slightly burnt, the body of the piano is dark brown, the strings are obviously old, and the color is as smooth and bright as sugar.

Dongfang Lixiao doesn't know much about the piano, but he can tell that the piano is quite old. [

If the other guy was in the duo of "Young Master Liuxiang", he couldn't help shouting "Good Qin".

Dongfang Lixiao didn't understand the qin, so his eyes didn't dwell on the qin for too long, and continued to slide upwards.

Flicking past the ink-like black silk scattered in front of her body, an elegant and dust-free face came into her sight.

Two curved eyebrows, like pale ink and distant Dai.

A pair of eyes, like a star in the sky.

The nose is like hanging gall, and the lips are pigmented.

Different from the heroic coldness of the man in black, and different from the grace of Ximen Yehan, but there is a kind of indifference that seems to be separated from the world.

Comfortable!

From head to toe, there is nothing about this person that does not make people feel comfortable.

Walking slowly, it looks like a walking picture.

Small freehand brushwork, not as stingy as fine brushwork, and not as thick as splashed ink.

Walking slowly into the hall, the man in green clothes paused for a while on Dongfang Lixiao's face, and then slid towards Ximen Yehan in the hot spring pool.

Holding the zither, the man in Tsing Yi stopped in the hall, and then spoke in a nonchalant manner.

"Master Ye, what song do you want to hear!"

The voice is just like the person, clear and elegant, like the melody of a piano, which is extremely pleasing to the ear.

"Young master, do whatever you want!"

Ximen Yehan replied calmly in the pool.

Although his tone was light, it was different from that of the man in Tsing Yi, secretly showing a bit of coldness.

Dongfang Lixiao suddenly felt a strange feeling. [

It seemed that the air in the room was starting to get a little more dignified.

"Then, let me play "Autumn Water" for Young Master Ye!"

As he spoke, the man in Tsing Yi picked up the hem of his robe with one hand, and sat down on the blue stone floor in the house.

Putting the guqin on his knees, two thin palms with long fingertips rested on the strings.