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Chapter 408 Shi Qingxuan plays the flute

The host and guest were well matched, and everyone was very happy. After dinner, they sat in the living room and chatted. It was not until half past two in the afternoon that it was time to go to work again. Father Qin and Mother Qin went out with smiles on their faces.

"Your Majesty, how am I doing?" Long Er tilted his head and said with a sweet smile.

"Long Er did a great job!" Qin Ran praised: "My mother almost doesn't care about me as a son anymore!"

Long Er covered her mouth and chuckled. She also had some thoughts. The competition in the back palace of Qin Ran's palace is very fierce now. There are all kinds of wonderful rivalries in the girls' school, not to mention the many people who have superb martial arts and even power.

A royal concubine.

If she could get the approval of Kieran's parents, wouldn't her position as a eldest lady be secure?

While the two were chatting and laughing, Qin Ran's heart moved, but he received a message from Langhuan Paradise.

It was a message from Shang Xiuxun, the beauty farm owner of Pegasus Ranch, "Husband, Shi Qingxuanshi and everyone came to me and asked to see the person who resurrected my mother!"

"Shi Qingxuan?" Qin Ran was startled. Due to the need to fight for world hegemony, he had almost no time to look around, so he had little interaction with the evil king's daughter. But this Tang Dynasty was as famous as Huanwan, Shifeixuan, and Shang Xiufang.

How come the top beauty in Double Dragons came to your door on her own initiative?

"Interesting!" Qin Ran hugged Long Er's waist and flashed back to the Tang Dynasty world.

Finding the owner of the beauty field, Qin Ran asked with great interest: "Xiu Xun, what does Shi Qingxuan want from you?"

Shang Xiuxun sighed softly, "It's not because my mother was resurrected by your husband using magical means. After this news spread, others will only be amazed, but Shi Qingxuan is different. Her experience is somewhat similar to mine.

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It turned out that Shi Qingxuan and Shang Xiuxun had a brief friendship. Because their mothers died young and had similar experiences, they hit it off and became close friends.

As for Shang Qingya's resurrection, it has been widely circulated and everyone knows it. But no one knows how she was resurrected? There are rumors that she just faked her death and went out for medical treatment.

But Shi Qingxuan knew the inside story. Shang Qingya had been dead for more than ten years, and then suddenly came back to life. Such a miraculous thing made her marvel and immediately think of her mother.

That voice, face and smile are just like my mother Bi Xiuxin in the past!

Since Shang Xiuxun’s mother, Shang Qingya, can be resurrected, can his own mother, Bi Xiuxin, be resurrected as well?

With this hope in mind, after the world was initially peaceful, Shi Qingxuan immediately contacted her former best friend Shang Xiuxun, hoping that she could introduce the miracle doctor who 'resurrected' Shang Qingya to her.

After listening to Shang Xiuxun's explanation of the cause and effect of the incident, Qin Ran couldn't help but laugh, "Qingya just faked her death at the beginning, her body was not rotten, and her last breath was not taken away, so I could save her. This Bi Xiuxin... how could I possibly kill her out of thin air?"

What about the resurrection of the dead?”

Unexpectedly, Shang Xiuxun looked a little strange, "Husband, what a coincidence, the body of Shi Qingxuan's mother Bi Xiuxin is also very well preserved and has not rotted for more than ten years. Maybe... why don't we go and take a look?"

Qin Ran was startled and couldn't help but touch his chin, "What a coincidence? It's interesting. Go tell her that it was a man named 'Taoist Priest Mingtian' who saved your mother's life!"



In the land of Bashu, Shi Qingxuan waited anxiously at the dock. From time to time, white marks appeared on his clenched fists, indicating the anxiety of his owner!

A small boat floated from a distance. Seeing the small boat, Shi Qingxuan was overjoyed and hurriedly went to greet it.

Qin Ran walked out of the cabin, put his hands behind his back, pretended to be an outsider, coughed, and walked off the ship.

Seeing that Qin Ran was so young, Shi Qingxuan was stunned for a moment. However, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. However, her best friend Shang Xiuxun said that this man could reach the gods and even revive the dead. She praised him so much that she naturally wanted to

Be respectful.

"Is this Taoist Priest Mingtian? Qingxuan has met the Taoist Priest." Shi Qingxuan saluted.

Qin Ran coughed and looked very enigmatic, "That girl Shang Xiuxun told me about you, are you Shi Qingxuan?"

"It's Qingxuan!" Shi Qingxuan's beautiful face, which seemed to be indifferent to the fireworks of the world, couldn't help but said with a hint of urgency: "Shi Qingxuan received a letter from Sister Xiuxun, and came here specially to greet the Taoist Priest!"

Qin Ran was happy and nodded to express his satisfaction.

He followed Shi Qingxuan to Zhulin Xiaozhu.

Shi Qingxuan endured the eagerness in her heart and knew that the gift could not be discarded, so she cooked four small dishes herself and brought out a pot of bamboo leaf green wine to serve.

Qin Ran looked at the simple and clean environment around him and chanted softly: "The mountains are not high, if there are immortals, they are famous. The water is not deep, if there are dragons, they are spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The moss marks on the steps are green."

, the color of the grass is green. There are scholars talking and laughing, and there are no white people coming and going. You can tune the plain piano and read the golden scriptures. There is no mess of silk and bamboo, no labor of writing documents. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: What

Is it a shabby place? Good! Although this is a shabby house, it is completely different and has a unique charm because of the presence of Miss Shi!"

Shi Qingxuan's delicate body trembled violently. Apparently, the masterpiece "Inscription on a Humble Room" by Liu Yuxi, a poet from the Tang Dynasty, made her feel the same way and was greatly affected.

Shi Xianzi's eyes instantly became gentle when she looked at Qin Ran.

What she likes most is the natural feeling of mountains and rivers. Qin Ran's inscription on the humble house made her chew it over and over again, but it still left a fragrance on her lips and teeth. The more she chewed it, the more it became more and more charming, which was simply irresistible.

Shi Qingxuan managed to calm down her emotions and said in a cold voice: "I didn't expect that in addition to the immortal methods, the Taoist priest also has such amazing talent and knowledge, which makes Qingxuan very impressed."

Qin Ran's heart was moved, he beat the snake and followed the stick and said: "I have already heard that the Stone Fairy plays the flute. Wouldn't it be nice if you could play a tune according to the inscription of this humble house?"

Shi Qingxuan frowned slightly.

For an average man, let alone letting her play the flute, it would be difficult for him to even meet her.

But the Taoist priest, with his talents and abilities, completely impressed Shi Qingxuan, making her unable to refuse.

Shi Qingxuan smiled lightly: "The elder has a destiny and asks Qingxuan to play the flute. How dare Qingxuan refuse?"

After saying that, she took out a green jade flute from the cabinet and played with it a few times.

Shi Qingxuan picked up the jade flute that had been with her for many years, and thought of the Bi Xiuxin who had cared for her in this humble room. She thought of herself, all alone, with no one to talk to. She had mixed feelings for a while, and gently let go As soon as I reached my lips, the melancholic melodious notes of nature began to play.

The sound of the flute alternates between high and low, full and ethereal, poetic and picturesque, like a living elf leaping in front of people's eyes. Each note expresses a different meaning.

This moving flute sound is elusive and unpredictable, and the intoxicating music is like an unknown existence muttering alone in a mysterious and lonely world, evoking everyone's hidden pain and joy, and stirring up unbearable emotions. Sad; and like a player playing the music, it is exquisitely beautiful, like the beauty in the valley who is left alone and independent, which can only be viewed from a distance but cannot be desecrated.


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