Lengdi's black belly mad concubine

Chapter 815
Zixie looked at the densely packed disciples, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Come on, come on, do it yourself, I will teach you, if you want to eat, bake it yourself..."

Bing Yi and Lan You were also surrounded, and they grilled while teaching their disciples to grill.

Huan Huan was surrounded by female disciples, pestering her to sing, dance, and tell stories, with nowhere to escape.

Nangong Xuanyue sat beside Qianling Yumo, sipping fruit wine and eating delicious food.With the cold and cold Lord around, no one dared to get close to the two of them, except Ling Xiaoxiao and Shi Wushuang.

"Shuang'er, you are still poisoned, you can't drink too much wine." Xiao Wei'er watched her son pick up the wine cup again, and hurriedly stopped him.

"Mrs. Ling, don't worry too much. No matter how much you drink this wine, you won't get drunk. It's made from fruit. I like to drink this. It's very light and won't hurt you." Nangong Xuanyue raised the wine cup in her hand, Signal Xiao Wei'er to drink some by herself.

"Really? Miss Nangong is really versatile. She can even brew fruit wine. It's true that I was worrying too much, hehehe..." Xiao Weier couldn't help being happy,

"Mrs. Xie Ling praised. When you have nothing to do, you can brew some casually and bring it to your own people to drink. It doesn't matter if it's not good. If Mrs. Ling and Mr. Wushuang like it, you might as well keep it and drink it slowly." Nangong Xuanyue waved her small hand , hundreds of jars of fruit wine were placed in front of him.

This was when she was pregnant and stayed in the secret place of Beishan to practice as for brewing. At that time, Qianling Yumo stood on the back mountain every day for a while, and she could only watch him from inside.It happened that the wild fruit was ripe, so she picked the fruit while passing the time. In order to relieve her restlessness, she brewed fruit wine to calm herself.

Qian Ling Yumo frowned slightly as he looked at the delicately wrapped small wine jars.That time was the saddest time for them, and thinking about it now, they still feel uncomfortable.It's okay to send the wine away, the past is like wind, but it also left indelible traces, which are clearly imprinted in his and her hearts.

"Of course I like it, I can't ask for it, but is Miss Nangong sure to give so much at once?" Xiao Wei'er looked at the hundreds of jars of fruit wine and smiled from ear to ear.

Xiao Wei'er's voice brought Nangong Xuanyue's thoughts back to reality, she raised her head and smiled lightly, "Hehe, of course."

"Then I'm really not impolite. To be honest, it's the first time I've lived for thousands of years and I've had such delicious fruit wine, and I've eaten these barbecues I've never eaten before. I'm not afraid of the two jokes. Just now I ran to talk to the disillusioned The girl is learning how to barbecue, it's really interesting."

"Hehehe... As long as Mrs. Ling likes it." Nangong Xuanyue laughed.

Suddenly, the melodious sound of the qin sounded in the hall. Shi Wushuang took out a guqin at some point, and danced lightly on the strings with his slender and fair fingers. , soft and quiet, comfortable and comfortable.

Sometimes it is melodious like spring water in the mountains, flowing rushingly, and mischievously stirring up waves from time to time, bumping against the stones on the shore, saying hello, whispering, and then continuing to flow forward.Sometimes unrestrained and bright, sometimes euphemistic and delicate, fascinating and intoxicating.

The sound of the piano flows quietly, through the wrinkles of life, through the ups and downs of the years, through the blind eyes of the world to understand the world, and quietly...

Until the end of the last coda, Shi Wushuang was engrossed, and his body and mind were integrated into the song.

Nangong Xuanyue knew that Shi Wushuang was not only playing musical notes, he was talking about the life of the fleeting years, singing with the wind, the elegance of the moon, whispering thousands of words, endlessly filling the pain in the heart, and waving the frozen years. Wheel, the sound of the piano echoes in the bleak place for many years.

(End of this chapter)