Yan Jun chases his wife: Madam, don't make trouble!

Chapter 1111 Gathering in Yaochi 14
This song is actually intended to be sung to the Emperor of Heaven.

The wind blows the sand, the butterfly loves the flowers, a story through the ages.Like the moon in the water, love is fascinated by the flowers in the mirror.Bamboo fence, wooden pipa, arch bridge under the moon.Who is playing and singing, missing and caring about the distance.In midsummer that year, you packed your bags and left home.

Beside the ancient road, I want to speak and cry first.Asking for a lottery in the temple, I cried and complained to Qingmei and other bamboo horses.

I begged the Bodhisattva to bless us both, and kept guessing, guessing, guessing, and divination again, good or bad, good or bad, or fearful.Love, love, love for you, I can't see the end of the world.

Good luck tricks people, fate is wrong.

The wind blows the sand, the butterfly loves the flowers, a story through the ages.Like the moon in the water, love is fascinated by the flowers in the mirror.Bamboo fence, wooden pipa, arch bridge under the moon.Who is playing and singing, missing and caring about the distance.

In midsummer that year, you packed your bags and left home.Beside the ancient road, I want to speak and cry first.The crops in the fields have been harvested one crop after another.And when we sprouted, I kept guessing and divination.

Good or bad, good or bad, or fear.My love for you is beyond the horizon.

Good luck tricks people, fate is wrong.

Guess, guess, another divination.

It was signed, but I still couldn't let it go.The love for you has lasted through several winters and summers, I miss you day and night and pray not to change my mind...

Tang Jin sneaked a glance at Bo Xuan, seeing that his face turned livid.

As soon as the song was closed, Wan Luo took the lead in applauding, and stood up with dignity, she thought it sounded good.

Yu Luo continued to breathe a sigh of relief. After all, it was a temporary piece of practice, and she was afraid that she might play or sing it wrong.

Both feet were limp, still sitting on the ground, still not daring to get up, not slowing down for a while.

Enjoy first, the warm applause from around.

Then he got up slowly, bowed to the person above him, put away the pipa, then returned to his seat and sat down, drinking two glasses of wine to build up his courage.

"You taught?" Yan Lie glanced at Tang Jin, who was still a little unsatisfied beside him.

"Of course, I know a lot."

That's right, all of them are some strange and weird ideas that have never been seen before.

What kind of world is her world?
The Emperor of Heaven didn't say anything, he drank wine alone, thinking about his sister Qing'e in his heart.

I don't know how to solve it so that it won't hurt the brother-sister relationship.

But the state has state laws, and the family has family rules, and the rules of the heaven cannot be easily broken.

If Qing'e is indulged like this, what should be done if there are other people in the heaven to follow suit?
Therefore, regarding this matter, he was quite troubled.

The group dance of the princesses began soon, and the aunts' versatility was practiced at an early age, and they lived in this deserted heavenly palace since they were young.

In the long years, I can only find some things to pass the time.

So for Wan Luo and the others, Yao Ji and Lin Rongzhen, who has become a married woman, are the objects of their envy.

Although there are serious things to do when they go down to earth, they don't even have the qualifications to do serious things.

So it's only natural for Qing'e to be greedy for the mundane world!
Clean-faced white shirt, green silk dyed with black ink, elegant fan, like a fairy, the fan in the hand is closed and held, the jade sleeves are full of wind, elegant and vigorous...

If in the past, they are not the only ones dancing now, Qing'e should come together.

However, this does not hinder their good mood at this moment.

A party like this is what the princesses are looking forward to, and it is only worth it if someone watches the dance that is painstakingly choreographed every day.

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