Female Village Head's Personal Soldier

In the living room of such a large supreme suite, now there are only two people, Sumu and Huahua.

Su Mu stretched a stretch, sleepy not from hit.

"You are good to Ruyan!" Hua Hua tilts her head to utter words.

"Ha ha, little girl, you are more and more intelligent!" Su Mu is gratified, long sigh of relief, "she is because of me, also be regarded as to her compensation!"

"You are bad to Liu Shishi!" Hua Hua's words came again.

"Oh, yes!" Su Mu was even more surprised. He rubbed Hua Hua's head and said, "that willow poem is very big! It's uncomfortable not to destroy her prestige. Besides, I don't know her. I have a clear conscience! "

"You, worse!"

Hua Hua stood up after a cold hum, "I, go! Not with you! "

"Hey, the sun is rising in the west, isn't it? Girl, don't talk more with my brother. I haven't washed my feet yet. I still... "

Bang!

The door of the room was shut by the flowers. Su Mu hears the sound that the next room opens the door again, this ability is at ease.

"As soon as the girl left, she felt a little empty! That's all. Isn't that what I want? What do I have to do with a peaceful sleep and the bustle of Longshui lake?

Two ears do not hear things outside the window, read only sages!

Hoo... "

As he spoke to himself, he lay on the floor and fell asleep.

By the Longshui lake.

At this moment, whether it's the common people on the bank or the actors and talents in the boat are anxiously waiting. Even though they are shocked by the 18 boats that Su Mu has made, it does not hinder their expectation of whether Su Mu will continue.

Everyone hopes that Sumu can come to a perfect end and finish all the famous boats. What's more, the following are Ruyan and Liu Shishi, which are even more expected.

In the lake, the boat of girl Ruyan.

Like smoke waiting, sitting on the stage waiting. The maid was looking at the corridor at the door.

"Why don't you come? Won't Mr. Su come? He's closed tonight? This damned Sumu, right about my lady? "

It's been a long time since the 18th song, and there's no movement in the corridor. The servant girl is impatient and stomps.

"He will, he will. Even if he wants to get rid of me, he will send someone to come!"

Ruyan mumbles to herself, she knows that Sumu will come. If she doesn't come, then she will be different, and maybe even more people will guess her relationship with Sumu.

"Coming, coming..."

Suddenly, a small figure jumped onto the corridor and ran towards the cabin. Behind, many people who want to get the first-hand resources also followed. The servant girl cried out excitedly.

Shua!

Smoke on the stage is a fly, it seems, is to come to meet in person.

Some of them are impatient. They actually use their own martial arts strength. Fortunately, the maid doesn't pay much attention to her, otherwise it's hard to explain.

"Girl Ruyan, I'm Xiaojuan, the maid of master Su!"

Seeing that there was no guest in the cabin, Xiaojuan was unavoidably embarrassed. But still very responsible to give her the task to do a good job.

"Miss Xiaojuan, your son..."

"Yes!"

Xiaojuan smiles and passes the paper. Knowing that this is the most wonderful poem of the evening, I didn't leave directly as I did several times before, leaving the party shocked, but stayed to share.

Smoke trembling hand over to open, looking at the neat font.

Hand, it is more and more trembling!

Tears, always in the eyes!

Quiet, no sound.

"What did you write, miss?" See such as smoke dull for a long time, servant girl Nuo Nuo of ask a way.

"Yes, girl Ruyan, how about this song? We're all waiting! "

The people outside the door were looking at me.

Ruyan shakes his mind and smiles calmly. He looks at the crowd and solemnly says: "signature: Su Mu excerpts from the hermit old man. From: Yanyu Pavilion is like a painting boat. "

This

People swallow saliva, why read the signature and source? Didn't you read poetry first?

"I already have a score in my heart, playing and singing live!"

What?

Hear such as smoke this words, everyone is surprised of open wide mouth. What kind of poetry is it that can inspire girl Ruyan to compose music directly!

Without explaining anything, Ruyan walks slowly to the stage and sits in front of the Changqin.

She didn't rush to move, because she was perfecting the repertoire and singing method in her heart, and waiting for more people to come.

Around, there was no sound, just waiting for the smoke to sing the poems of Sumu again.

Ding Dong

The smoke of Qianqian's thin hands fluctuated, and a drop of water echoed in the cabin.Everyone aftertaste, beautiful!

Then came the long melancholy sound of the piano.

"When will the moon come, ask Qingtian about the wine."

As smoke opened his mouth, the beautiful sound matched the melody. Accordingly, the first poem was sung by her. Pause for a while, one is to match the melody, the other is to awaken people.

What?

When will the moon come, ask Qingtian about the wine!

This sentence

People's thoughts have completely risen to a higher level, and there is no time to express their feelings at this moment. Because music, singing and poetry are more beautiful. Slowly close your eyes and devote yourself to enjoyment.

"I don't know what year it is.

I want to take advantage of the wind to go back, but I'm afraid the tall buildings will be too cold.

Dancing to clear the shadow, it's like being in the world.

Turn Zhuge, low Qi households, according to sleepless.

There should be no hate, what is long to other round.

People have their joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs.

I hope people will live a long time and enjoy the beautiful life together

After singing again, the voice is tactful and long.

Still intoxicated, let's do it again!

"When will the moon come, ask Qingtian about the wine..."

Still not enough, the third time!

In this way, like smoke again and again play singing. All the people closed their eyes, and there was no sound

Sumu has said before that it's a pity to take out the song "water melody". No matter what Dynasty, who evaluate this poem, it is a well deserved No.1 describing the night of full moon.

With this poem finale, this full moon party can be pushed to an unprecedented height.

Dang

Ruyan doesn't want to sing any more, so he just flicks the strings to make everyone come back.

Suddenly, people like from heaven to hell.

It's not enough, but it's over.

"When will the moon come, ask Qingtian about the wine!"

"I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven!"

There is no one to judge, but people recite it one after another, which is the most direct affirmation of this poem.

"I ask you, who can match the talent of Sumu?" Ruyan stood up, looked at the crowd and asked aloud.