Lengdi's black belly mad concubine

Chapter 335 A Song of Lishang (1)

In the four directions of east, west, north, south, someone secretly asked about a person's news, with hopeful eyes, anxious, disappointed once and again, looking forward to it again and again.

But when I returned to the inn at night, I found nothing.

"Pfft! Yu Mo, where are you?" Nangong Xuanyue spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling unstable.

"elder sister!"

"Miss Nangong!"

Zixie hurried forward to support her.

Zhuifeng and Piaoying felt worried when they saw it. They also missed Lord Mo very much. The key is that his current situation is very bad, but they just can't find him. They are really anxious to death.

"It's okay, you all go to rest." Nangong Xuanyue waved her hand to let the three of them leave.

The three had no choice but to close the door and go out.

At some point, it began to rain heavily outside, with strong winds and torrential downpours.

It seemed that even God was weeping for her.

Nangong Xuanyue flew out of the window desperately, she wanted the downpour to extinguish the raging fire in her heart.

She picked up the wind blade and flew desperately towards a place where no one was around, and the big raindrops hit her mercilessly.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind blew past with raindrops, and fell on her face, which hurt her so much that she couldn't help being corroded by a chill.But she acted as if she didn't feel anything, and she was still going through the wind and rain. What was cold was her heart, not her body.

She didn't know how long she had been flying, and finally landed on a hill.

Under the heavy rainy sky, she sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, letting the wind and rain blow.

He raised his hand and took out a guqin from the space, and put it on his lap.

With ten fingers, plucking the strings, the sound of the piano overflows...

A sad tone sounded, it was the chorus of playing the piano and raindrops, and it was the deepest lovesickness that could not be erased from the heart.

The sound of the piano whimpered and shouted loudly.

"Qianling Yumo:
Waking up from a dream, it seems like a lifetime away, between the eyebrows, lovesickness is all over.

Who, hold my hand, restrain my madness for half a lifetime;
Who, kiss my eyes, cover my wandering for half a life;
Who caresses my face and comforts my half-life sorrow;
Who, take my heart and melt the frost of my half life;
Whoever leaves me, leaves me alone for the rest of my life.

Looking back, just one look at your face, thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains; just one look, green fall and yellow spring; just one look, you will never change in this life.
A thought blooms, a thought fades!In this world of mountains and rivers, is he going to go on by himself after all?
If we meet again in this life, even if we are lost for hundreds of years and lost for thousands of years, I would like to!

If you can't find you, I will wait for you in a bright place with mountains, waters, flowers, and stars and moons hanging high in the sky. You must come!
Yumo, may I sing a song for you?

Soul-stirring, it's your call in the chest

In the moment of heartache, there are tears in your eyes

Love and hate are free, grievances are hard to let go

Look at that moment, the joys and sorrows are as easy as the palm of your hand

Meet a glass of wine in life and death, even if you are not drunk, you can relieve your worries
No matter how many vicissitudes change, you can see through it, and you still don’t change your smile

Life and death meet on the same road, even if the road is long and there is no return

I am also willing to never turn back until I meet you again

Life and death promise not to look back, no matter how long the sky is long

I will stick to you until the end, no matter how bitter my heart is

Life and death make an appointment to walk together, my fate can only be controlled by love

Even if the road ahead is unclear
There is still a clear sky in my heart

......"

A song of Lishang, who does Niansi mourn.

Yilian Youmeng, leaning on the railing to miss someone.

One night of cold wind, who will be sent by the clear rain?

With a low singing, someone will be infatuated.

A kind of lovesickness, deep sorrow for whom.

The space formed by the singing, let the years come and go freely, let the thoughts in the heart become disasters, and form a permanent monument in the night of heavy rain!

The face of the person who is still protecting has not changed, and there is a huge and unending hatred.

(End of this chapter)