Peerless Beauty: The woman is too cold and thin

Chapter 212 The Song of Parting (10)

Duanmu Yu looked at Ya Ning, was stunned for a moment, then smiled, a bit sad, if he could choose, he really didn't want to be born in the emperor's family, didn't reply to Ya Ning, but looked at Duanmu Luo and said softly, " Second brother, who is to blame for this trouble?"

Duanmu Yu's voice was very soft and weak, but he wanted to ask for an answer.

Duanmuluo didn't speak, picked up the wine glass and raised his head, drank a glass of wine, but didn't answer Duanmuyu's question, yes, whose fault is it?

In all honesty, Duanmuling did nothing wrong. He is an emperor, so it is only natural that he would guard against his two younger brothers. What's more, he still has Duanmuling's handle. Duanmuling will try his best to deal with them. There is nothing wrong with that. .

And he and Duanmu Yu had to resist if they wanted to live. This was not wrong, but who was wrong?
He can't answer, there is no answer, no one is wrong...

Ya Ning stood up, picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine for each of them, "No one is wrong, the only fault is that they were born in the emperor's house. We will meet each other after parting today. Why is it so sad?"

As soon as the words fell, Duanmu Yu first laughed, "I never thought that you would comfort others, little sister-in-law."

Yes, the only fault is that he was born in the emperor's family. He has no idea about the throne, but sometimes it's not just that he doesn't want to.

Ya Ning walked out of the pavilion, beckoned to the servants in the distance, and asked them to fetch the pipa.

Duanmuyu looked at Ya Ning with a trace of tenderness in his eyes, Duanmuluo saw it, but this time he unexpectedly didn't say anything.

After fetching the pipa, Ya Ning hugged the pipa and sat on the railing of the pavilion. Before Ya Ning could speak, Duanmu Yu asked, "A song of farewell?"

"Native accent Fuqin" Ya Ning looked at Duanmu Yu with a faint smile, then looked at Duanmu Luo and continued, "This song is for the two lords."

The words fell, the piano sounded, and the red lips parted slightly:
"The Bright Moon"

On the bank of the Baqiao, the willows are still there, outside the long pavilion, the spring is warm;
The end of the world is dark, the haze is light, and the flying flocs are scattered at the place of shock.

Black dust, when will it be dyed?Rivers and lakes night rain only jokes,

Leaning on a tall building, the wine is cold, looking up at the lamp, the green front is chaotic.

I still remember the first time we met, with the same heart, young and ignorant;

Looking back at the sky, thousands of miles away, there was a bright moon at that time.

It is always difficult but everything is redundant, sending travel traces, north and south, west and east;
Hearing the Qiang flute in the wind, looking at the broken rainbow in the new rain.

You must be intoxicated this night with blue eyes and singing,
I also know that there is smoke in the pen, frivolity in the paper, and the time is easy to fall at the fingertips,

Huangquanbiluo, death and life, Qikuo, Ukiyo, what about it?
I don't see the morning dew on the leaves, the sun should laugh at me if there is love.

Who sees, the blue silk snow, the red lotus festival, the flickering lights,

The Milky Way is far away, the golden drum is resting, the west wind is strong, and the strings are absolutely singing;
Mo Dao, three life appointments, seeing Zhu Chengbi is easy to say goodbye,

Come and come, exhaust yourself, whoever holds it, fate arises and perishes.

Listening to the high mountains and flowing water can be exciting, and I hope that my heart will last a thousand kalpas in a day.

At this point, Ya Ning looked at Duanmuluo and Duanmuyu. Duanmuluo lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. Duanmuyu looked at Lihua with his wine glass, and there was a trace of nostalgia on his face. Yes, when he was young and ignorant , when the two drink together, talking and laughing about everything...

I still remember the first time we met, with the same heart, young and ignorant;

Looking back at the sky, thousands of miles away, there was a bright moon at that time.

It is always difficult but everything is redundant, sending travel traces, north and south, west and east;
Hearing the Qiang flute in the wind, looking at the broken rainbow in the new rain.

You must be intoxicated this night with blue eyes and singing,
I also know that there is smoke in the pen, frivolity in the paper, and the time is easy to fall at the fingertips,

Huangquanbiluo, death and life, Qikuo, Ukiyo, what about it?
I don't see the morning dew on the leaves, the sun should laugh at me if there is love.

Who sees, the blue silk snow, the red lotus festival, the flickering lights,

The Milky Way is far away, the golden drum is resting, the west wind is strong, and the strings are absolutely singing;
Mo Dao, three life appointments, seeing Zhu Chengbi is easy to say goodbye,

Come and come, exhaust yourself, whoever holds it, fate arises and perishes.

Listening to the high mountains and flowing water can be exciting, and I hope that my heart will last a thousand kalpas in a day.

Listening to the high mountains and flowing water can be exciting, ask for this life to be married to others
I still remember the first time we met, with the same heart, young and ignorant;

Looking back at the sky, thousands of miles away, there was a bright moon at that time.

After the song was over, Ya Ning withdrew her hand, Duan Muluo still didn't speak, Ya Ning suddenly felt that this man was a little sad?
(End of this chapter)