Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 889 Treasure
Although playing the piano in such a solemn and sacred place will attract criticism from courtiers.

But he has always been used to going his own way, and he doesn't care too much about it.

He took a qin with an ice-blue surface and water-like strings—a qin that dazzles with water!

He actually took out this artifact.

Seeing this water dazzling qin, Ye Xuanji thought of that wishful mirror again.

She didn't see it very clearly that day, and she wanted to see it again.

Mo Qingcheng took it out from his body and handed it to her.

Ye Xuanji took it in her hand and played with it.

The wishful mirror is only the size of a pendant, it is red and red, with dark red light flowing on it.

One side is as smooth as a mirror, and the other side is carved with complicated and incomprehensible patterns.

Ruyi mirror, Ruyi mirror, where is Ruyi?

Ye Xuanji turned it over and turned it over to check, but she didn't see Zi Wu Ding Maolai either.

The sound of the qin resounded leisurely, and the sound played by this artifact is naturally different from the qin of the mortal world.

Like gurgling water, flowing in the hall.

Like flowers blooming in a quiet night, like peach blossoms dancing in the wind, people can't help but be intoxicated by it.

Ye Xuanji was playing with the wishful mirror in her hand while listening to the piano.

Looking at the smooth mirror surface, I couldn't help but want to take a picture.

She looked in and was suddenly taken aback.

Surprisingly, nothing can be reflected on the mirror surface, only some sceneries flashed across it in a trance.

Those scenes are vast and vast, not like the scenery in the world at all...

She looked again, but she couldn't see anything anymore. A woman appeared on the mirror, a woman in red...

Ye Xuanji's hands trembled, and she almost threw the mirror on the ground.

She is wearing a white fox fur dress today, it's not a big red!
Haunted? !

She wanted to take a closer look, but the ruyi mirror was originally small, and it seemed more like a layer of fog on it.

She couldn't see the face of the woman in the mirror clearly.
It just seems familiar...

(End of this chapter)