concubine, you cant do

Chapter 163: Crown Gai Tianmu (2)
Bigan Linglongxin, it really is so, Leng Yannuo turned his head and glanced at Murong Shengrui, Yao Jingzhi's such intelligent people are rare nowadays, but he is really a genius.

The face of Emperor Ruiyang in the first place remained the same. Her elder sister Nuo could also play the piano. He originally thought that there would be an explosion and shocking performance.

Are you the pole dancer she said to him before?Ballet?
It turned out to be playing the piano, but, really playing the piano?Also, listen.

Murong Shengrui, however, when Leng Yannuo got up, his eyes were clear and bright. People like Leng Yannuo wear a mask at all times. Even if she got close to her a few times, she cleaned it up very quickly. Keeping her own emotions in order, she thought that she would just laugh at the situation in front of her as usual.

After a while, the eunuch took the piano.

The qin was well preserved. When Leng Yannuo took it over and opened the box cover with complicated and retro patterns, everyone around could not help but let out a soft "ah". Violent mortuary.

Even Ru Leng Yannuo was slightly taken aback when facing "Green Qi", this is the piano that Sima Xiangru played, "Green Qi" from "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix"...

Looking at Leng Yannuo's expression, Lan Zi also felt that Leng Zhunuo was a smart person, but could she really play the piano?

"How about this princess playing the qin, how about Lan Jiazhu's sword dance? It's a pity that the sword dance captivated everyone before, and only half of it was rewarded." Leng Yannuo hugged the qin and walked towards the high platform that had been set up earlier.

Put the piano on, put your hands on it.

"Ding..." Guqin's first timbre has not been revealed for a long time.

"Ding..." There was another ding.

"Ding..." Continue to ding.

Whether Princess Li can play the guqin or not, the ministers and the common people already think that this guqin is a worry.

Even Yao Jingzhi couldn't help laughing.

Xiang Ye stood aside, sweating for her own lady, miss, it's not that Xiang Ye doesn't believe you, it's just that Xiang Ye has never seen you play the piano.

Lanzi originally felt that he had underestimated Leng Yannuo, but at this moment, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then, he raised his hand and raised his sword...

"Ding..." When everyone finally broke down and mourned for a good piano...

The sound of the piano floated down from the high platform, melodious, clear, and unrestrained... Everyone was shocked, and they all looked at the high platform, only to see the woman sitting quietly on the high platform, with a beautiful posture, a clear purple dress, a calm face, a smile and a slight movement of her fingertips , it seems that the sound of Yaotai, the music of Qingling, comes through the world, and the whole person is shining under the moonlight.

This is Princess Li, the rumored Princess Li who has no skills at all.

who believes.

Naturally, there are master piano players here, not to mention Yao Jingzhi, but Lan Zi is naturally not weak, but when he heard the sound of the piano, his complexion changed, and his sword dancing paused for a second.

Murong Shengrui's face was warm and moist, and he looked at the figure on the high platform with a smile on his face, his eyes were dotted with countless rouges and flowers, and reflected in the figure of one person.

Nangong Yu'er opened her mouth wide and looked at Nan Muchen.

But seeing Nan Muchen just looking at Leng Yannuo seriously and intently, that expression made Master Nangong's heart ache, and he smiled and said, "Princess Li plays really well."

"More than good." Nan Muchen said lightly, with an indescribably soft tone.

Nangong Yu'er's shoulders trembled.

All the people looked towards the high platform, as if they only saw clearly at this time, it turns out that Princess Li is not only good at playing the piano, but also so beautiful.

The wind blows across the cheeks, dyed a few strands of hair and dances with the wind, but there is a kind of beauty and brilliance between mountains and rivers that cannot be compared.

Last night, the same family gathered to push and change cups.

Today's tea and cold wine are all jokes.

Who will read the perfect inscription after half a lifetime of exhaustion.

Living in seclusion among the mountains and rivers, oaths and floating names are scattered.

An oil-paper umbrella on a bluestone board by the lake.

The traveler stopped and folded the flowers, soaking the silk and satin.

The trees are full of jade petals, proud of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but obsessed with it.

Hua Feiyu's pursuit is as chaotic as it is in the dust.

Falling flowers and rain, your precarious beauty.

The scent of flowers reminds me of the past.

I am willing to turn into duckweed and lie in the middle of the lake.

Only accompany you to pan the ripples of the years.

The scriptures of the ancient sandalwood and small buildings are recited slowly.

The brocade clothes and clothes are thick and the sleeves are as wide as the heart.

The qin music in the forest is euphemistic and the mountains understand my joys and sorrows.

Only when tears fall like rain do I realize that the past is constantly being cut.

Falling flowers and rain, your precarious beauty.

The scent of flowers reminds me of the past.

I am willing to turn into duckweed and lie in the middle of the lake.

Only accompany you to pan the ripples of the years.

Falling flower rain, you are swaying in the sky and the earth.

The evening wind blows and wrinkles Fanghua too ruthlessly.

I am willing to turn into quicksand and lie on the lake embankment.

I only accompany you to wait for the rotation of spring and summer.

Falling flower rain who hides deep in the mountains and rivers.

Luohuayu who is deeply hidden in my heart.

When everyone finally accepted in disbelief that Princess Li was also proficient in piano art, Fang Ting Leng Yannuo's lips parted lightly, and her voice was ethereal and clear, like the music in the forest and the clear sound of flowing water in the sky, gurgling down. A person travels five thousand miles to the mortal world, and goes to the sky for tens of thousands of hours to dream.

Everyone closed their eyes and felt the wonderful sound of this moment.

The sound of soft singing floated far away from Qiongtai Pavilion along with the sound of the piano, resounding in every corner of Tianmujing.

On top of one roof.

An old man closed his eyes and listened for a while, then turned his head and said to a woman next to him, "This is the person you admire? That's right, Gai Ming'er kidnapped her to play the music for me every day."

"Fucking old man, you're all boring. If you want to listen, just lean in and listen. I'll take a look too. It's like sneaking around." The woman didn't give the old man any face.

"You think I don't want to, that Li Wang is a genius, in case my breath is detected..."

"Hey, is there anyone you are afraid of? You still want to kidnap someone, but I don't know about her beloved wife." The woman looked funny, and her delicate face was very bright under the moonlight.

The old man seemed to be angry, and he stood up all of a sudden, "But I will show you, I don't want to, let's go, and I will live with the old man in the mountains from now on."

"You..." Before the woman could speak, her body softened, "Despicable."

As soon as the old man thrust his waist, he was full of complacency, "Be careful, darling, that Gu is a prudent one, don't make it in a bad mood, in a bad mood, I'm powerless to do anything in your body, old man!" .”

After the words fell, the old man picked up the woman's toe and left while the woman gritted her teeth and stared angrily.

On Qiongtai Pavilion.

The faces of Prime Minister Leng and Leng Junxuan have long been indescribable, and they almost thought that Leng Yannuo on the high platform was a fake.

When Lan Zi chanted Leng Yannuo, his complexion had already changed suddenly, and his sword dance was not so handy, the stiffness was slight, but it made the whole sword dance pale.

Sitting on the high platform coldly, smiling around, his eyes finally fell on Murong Shengrui.

(End of this chapter)