concubine, you cant do

Chapter 619
Who grinds the red beans into fragrance one by one.

Let lovesickness overflow into a river from the gap.

Jinghong heard the vicissitudes of life softly.

May the hustle and bustle of the world forget us.

Listen to the hurt in your breath.

Listen to the madness in your heartbeat.

Listen to the warmth of your embrace spread across the hills.

Hear the light in your eyes.

Hearing love burns in the ear.

Listen to us engraving on both sides of the heart wall.

Forever.

Forever.

Who grinds the red beans into fragrance one by one.

Let lovesickness overflow into a river from the gap.

Jinghong heard the vicissitudes of life softly.

May the hustle and bustle of the world forget us.

Listen to the hurt in your breath.

Listen to the madness in your heartbeat.

Listen to the warmth of your embrace spread across the hills.

Hear the light in your eyes.

Hearing love burns in the ear.

Hear us on both sides of the walls of the heart.

Forever.

Listen to the hurt in your breath.

Listen to the madness in your heartbeat.

Listen to the warmth of your embrace spread across the hills.

Hear the light in your eyes.

Hearing love burns in the ear.

Listen to us engraving on both sides of the heart wall.

Forever.

Forever.

The sound floated far away from the holy palace, and scattered in the wind, but it was not a sigh of heart, and some people in the holy palace who were close to the palace surrounded here.

I once heard that Princess Li retreated tens of thousands of soldiers and solved the plague in person. She was magnificent in the Southern Kingdom Hall, and there was a bookish spirit in it. One step, rumors continue, praise and criticism are mixed, they just heard about it, but now listening to the mysterious music that sounds like heaven, if there is no superhuman mind, or no rivers and mountains, how this song can cultivate the heart and cleanse the feelings, that is a trace A wound made of red beans meanders out from the woman's mouth, converging the love, hatred, anger and ignorance of the world around her fingers, and it is also a ray of light in the noisy world.

The love and deep affection between Li Wang and Li Wang are all gently echoed in every word and sound in the song, arousing people's infinite reverie.

The wind blew Leng Yannuo's hair, and the snow-white trimmed cloak was slightly brushed away, the brilliance was overflowing, quiet and peaceful, sweeping an invisible cinnabar between her brows forever.

The holy envoy stood at the gate of the palace, his eyes were fixed on the back that was weaker than the wind, his eyes belonged to her, the magnificence of his life, the magnificence that could not be touched.

On the high platform of the temple, black robes fluttered and swayed in the wind.

Who wrote listening to the light in your eyes and the burning love in your ears on both sides of the wall of your heart... Leng Yannuo's eyes are calm and leisurely, leisurely and deep, and once the emotions are opened, they will be unstoppable.

In Tianmuli's palace, he was gentle with the spoon, and the southern country was rich and fragrant, and she washed the soup, and a song of spring river flowers and moonlit night, played by qin and Xiao, was envied by the world, and it was even spread all over the world.

In the past, he was an unattainable wind, willing to fall into the ground for her, holding her with his big hands, covering up all the wind and frost, and promising him a peaceful life.

He allowed her to be the only one, and she helped him plan, but in the end, now that duckweed is alone but has no way out, she is here, and where is he.

The mountain wind has already spread over the mountain mist, and the wind of love has long passed the ears. In the end, the so-called enduring time is nothing but an empty dream.

The fluttering flowers, the flowing water, and the floating mountain flowers, everyone stopped to immerse themselves in the sound of the piano, listening to the sorrowful thoughts of love, feeling excited until the end of the song.

Leng Yannuo dropped the last note, and the lights in the entire holy palace seemed to be quiet, for fear of accidentally disrupting the profound peace at this moment.

Leng Yannuo stroked the piano, with a wry smile on the corner of her mouth, now she is playing the piano, and where is he, it has been separated from the world from now on, so why bother to look and listen again.

It wasn't until Leng Yannuo got up that everyone came back to their senses.

"Wanxiang, send someone to move the orchids planted in Jinhualiufangli in the Southern Kingdom." Leng Yannuo said suddenly.

There was a glimmer of light in the holy envoy's eyes, and at the moment Leng Yanruo turned around, there were countless lights in his eyes.

Just as Wan Xiang was about to go down, she heard a voice suddenly coming from the eaves of the temple.

"No more." While Nan Muchen was speaking, his body and posture fell from the eaves to the courtyard, "As early as a few days ago, someone stole the orchid."

"Stole it?" Leng Yannuo frowned, then seemed to think of something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then waved his hand at Wan Xiang, "Forget it." Then he turned his head and looked at Nan Muchen, "Who Can steal that orchid."

"Who in the world would steal that orchid?" Nan Muchen said with a self-deprecating smile.

"It's getting late, but the Southern Emperor still stops at the eaves of the holy palace and doesn't feel rude." The holy envoy came from the entrance of the hall, the snow-white robe was shining, and the white sleeves shattered the moonlight, his voice was shallow and emotionless, still That kind of slender appearance and the only moon, the distant mountains and deep rhyme.

Nan Muchen looked at the envoy with both backs, You Hai's pupils were filled with traces of essence, and he looked at the envoy deeply, "Could it be that the envoy can't be flexible."

"There is no change, come and see off the guests." After the words of the holy envoy, countless men from the holy palace suddenly fell into the seemingly peaceful palace, all of them said "please" to Nan Muchen with serious expressions, but their strength was exposed .

Nan Muchen smiled softly, "Hehe...Anyway, I've heard Qin, and it's really getting late. Going back early is a great joy in life, Nuo'er..." Nan Muchen suddenly looked at Leng Yan Nuo Hua softly, "I'll come to see you tomorrow." The words fell, and the posture rose, leaping out of the holy palace and disappearing into the night.

Leng Yannuo just glanced at the sky without any expression. In the past, that person would tease her, and would softly call "Nuo'er" when pampering her... But now...

"It's getting late, come in." The envoy said softly to Leng Yannuo.

Leng Yannuo ordered Wan Xiang and others to wait outside the door, and he followed into the palace door.

"Should we start now?" Leng Yannuo waved his sleeves, closed the door of the temple and said to the envoy.

The envoy looked at Leng Yannuo, "You only have half the chance of success, are you sure you want to give it a try?"

Leng Yannuo looked at the envoy's deep moist eyes exposed outside the gilded jade and said firmly without any hesitation, "Even if there is only a [-]% chance, I will give it a try."

The envoy looked at Leng Yannuo for a while, then nodded, and the two walked towards the inner room.

A certain one, there was a silent sigh in the air, "If she dies, I will accompany her, and she will not regret it."

Tianmu Capital, Huafu.

Seen from the outside, the Huafu is still in a state of austerity. The big and shining "Huafu" brings a moonlight charm under the cold winter wind, and there is a dim light in the mist.

"Qianyao, are you sure you don't want to go with Weifu?" In Huafu's study, Hua Baixun looked at Hua Qianyao who was standing by the window and asked uncertainly again.

Hua Qianyao glanced at his father, but said, "Stay a few more days, and stay with him again." Her voice was firm.

(End of this chapter)