The waste wood of the mad queen is too arrogant

Chapter 395 I Love You (1)
After all, Jingshui Jingqiu laughed happily. It seems that it is the right time to come back to Lanyue City.

The Seventh Princess saw Jing Shui Jing Qiu's eyes full of anticipation, and then glanced at the people around her. She soon discovered that none of the people who had just praised her piano music just now looked at her. Everyone closed their eyes with interest and enjoyment, quietly waiting for the wonderful piano music to descend from the sky, and those slightly squinted eyes clearly showed how much they were looking forward to at the moment.

The Seventh Princess couldn't help being furious, the damned woman dared to interrupt this princess' performance, this revenge must be avenged.

The sound of the qin outside the sky sounded again, falling, and the deep and soft singing, but it was like a storm shaking the heart, with an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes, like a pool of cold ice springs, pouring into everyone A thirsty heart.

The sound of the piano has just fallen, and the singing has not yet fallen, but at this moment everyone's face is full of fascination, and their hearts are shocked. With longing, longing to hear the note from outside.

As the light and agile piano sound fell, the voice of a fairy that seemed to come down from the nine heavens resounded leisurely.

The moon stops under the cloud and there is a pine hall.

Reflect the fragrance of amber melting.

Like a sigh, but silent.

If you want to pray deeply, you can't do it.

Knowing that long nights give birth to sorrow...

Jingshui Jingqiu's expression began to become hazy, he was amazed, his heart was full of excitement, his originally cold face gradually began to glow with warmth, his hands that were originally separated suddenly moved, and they were tightly closed together, fingertips He and his fingertips were holding each other tightly, and when he looked up again, his eyes were already full of waves.

The beautiful and deep sound of the piano drives the ups and downs of everyone's emotions. The ethereal and exciting vocals and the beautiful sound of the piano are perfectly coordinated. It's not slow, it can be retracted freely, every pulse is so emotional, touching, straight to the heart, followed by such a quiet tone.

Immediately after the variation, the voice became more spacious and longer, the leisurely voice began to sublimate, and became full of carefree and unrestrained, clear voice stirred leisurely, making the originally clean voice more like the crisp sound of a stream The clear spring in the mountain gradually flows down from the high mountain Lingyan surrounded by clouds and mist.

The complicated and overwhelmed makeup of the past is locked in the box.

Even though Nanmu is like a cover, it remains cool.

As if, the dream is not true.

It's hard to be full of love.

Peach blossoms into the bowl to add a few madness...

In that unknown mid-air, the mysterious woman was singing softly, and in the elegant hall of Sihai Building, all the guests who came to the banquet stood up at this moment, with unprecedented intoxication on their faces, and when the brisk and heroic voice When the waves opened up, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched involuntarily, showing a satisfied smile, and a sense of happiness quietly hung on their faces.It seems that they can feel that the chaos that exists in the city and the desolation that is lost in the hearts of all beings is like being in the artistic conception of the song, and the fascinated emotions are out of control.

The song quietly raised its key and became as empty as thousands of miles of green fields, and the sound of the piano suddenly became more intense along with the singing, but people's eyes began to become concentrated, and their faces were full of excitement.

The red sleeves are stained with blood, and they gather and disperse impermanently.

Plain hands write tears, want to go, old swords are in pairs.

Ukiyo-e scroll extensions don't understand Zhuo Qinglian and are not demons.

I am not ashamed of Man Tingfang...

It's like a girl telling the burning longing in her heart, presenting a beautiful and touching love story like a dream of fireworks, iron-boned tenderness, holding a sword in the world, leading a kind of tenderness in her heroism, everyone's heart, As if being blown by a gust of warm wind, the fiery heart feels inexplicably refreshing and moving, and some people with weak emotions have a few drops of crystal unnaturally in their dark eyes.

After the intense and high-pitched emotional voice drifted by, it turned around again, and the tone changed from high to tender, singing softly, calm and unrestrained.

The luan candle swayed the gilt spring room.

Ge Xipa secretly glanced at Mei Junlang.

Fighting male and female, do not lose others.

Shame on the heroes, how can we lose.

And all the jade grains are filled with red tents...

A piece of the past, a moment of sighing, even if it is not as shocking as the magnificent environment, it still expresses the unrivaled feelings in the heart of a woman who does not give way to a man. "Even if you are a woman, how can you lose to a man? If you don't lose, you won't lose. Things are helpless, but in such a lonely world, even if there is sadness in the vicissitudes of life, you still have the same original intention. oath.Listening, the people in the elegant hall suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of yearning. They yearned for such a spiritual outlook, yearning for such a woman with such a big heart, and at this moment, those black eyes filled with various emotions , all turned into intoxication, such a melodious melody made them stunned.

The music was still going on, the piano sound changed notes accordingly, the melody began to fly again, the pitch became higher and higher, the singing voice became more exciting, the beautiful female voice fluttered down again, and the reverberation echoed around the beam.

The smoke and dust of the dead end, the flames of fire, He Huanghuang.

The final chapter of the end of the world with swords and soldiers.

Throwing one's life into death is also repaying the wrong love in one's life.

It is also difficult to join the business.

The red sleeves are stained with blood, and they gather and disperse impermanently.

Plain hands write tears, want to go, old swords are in pairs.

Ukiyo-e scroll extensions don't understand Zhuo Qinglian and are not demons.

I am not ashamed of Man Tingfang...

Enchanting beauties, shaking everyone's heart, the flames of love are unresolved, dare to love, dare to hate, and look forward to the present.Lord Grim drunk lying on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times.Even though gathering and parting are impermanent, there is still that kind of attachment to love and faith in my heart. If you love, please love deeply, even if it may be accompanied by separation, but if you never leave, I will depend on life and death. It is iron and blood, and tears written by plain hands are even more tender.Desolate, tragic, persistent, looking forward, no regrets.Every fluctuation of the melody touches everyone's heart and cleanses the thirsty souls.

(End of this chapter)