"My lord, is it you?" The drunken Ling Nuansi looked at the man in a golden dragon robe in front of him, suddenly remembered something, patted his head and said: "I'm sorry, I should call you the emperor now, you are the emperor."
Already."
Mo Yu Wuhuan did not speak, but sat down opposite Ling Nuansi, then filled himself a glass of wine and swallowed it in one gulp.
Looking at Ling Nuansi, of course he knew why she was in a bad mood. As for the position of queen, it should belong to her, but now she dare not give her the title. The ministers in the court were afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so they could establish a queen.
It was so noisy.
From the perspective of his interests, he really wanted to find a daughter of an important minister to be his queen, so that he could balance the forces in the court and defeat them one by one. There would be no flaws in his world.
Originally, the default candidate should be Prime Minister Bai's daughter, so that he could gain Prime Minister Bai's trust and make it easier to find evidence to bring him down. But now, seeing Ling Nuansi like this, he couldn't bear it anymore.
He understands that she is not a vain woman, nor does she care about the position of queen, but she is his wife, and he should have given it to her, right? He is now the master of the world, so what? Should he let him
Is your wife wronged?
Thinking of this, Mo Yu Wuhuan was very depressed. Looking at Ling Nuansi, whose cheeks were rosy due to drunkenness, a warm feeling suddenly arose in his heart. Why did he feel so relieved every time he saw her?
"Nuan Si, sing me a song." After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yu Wuhuan suddenly said in a low voice.
I remembered that on the birthday of the late emperor, Ling Nuansi's song "Moonlight in the City" shocked the whole audience. The song immediately became popular throughout the Nanyu Kingdom. People all knew that the former Princess Ning was now a good singer and dancer.
Ling Nuansi was startled when she heard this. Maybe she didn't expect that the emperor would want to hear her sing. Then she asked the palace maid to bring the guqin and lightly touched the strings with her fingertips to test the sound.
"Your Majesty, what music do you want to listen to?" After asking this question, Ling Nuansi regretted it, because she rarely played famous guzheng songs and was not fluent at all. She originally learned guzheng just to be able to play popular songs to relieve her boredom.
of.
"Whatever." Mo Yu Wuhuan said lightly. Maybe he didn't really want to listen to the music at this time, but just missed their past. He was the prince and she was his concubine. Wasn't it great back then?
Hearing what the emperor said, Ling Nuansi breathed a sigh of relief. In this situation, what should I play? Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, Ling Nuansi raised the corner of his mouth lightly, and gently brushed the strings with his hand, making a low and distant sound:
The road cannot end the world of mortals and let go of love
I can't tell all the grudges in the world
Destiny from generation to generation
keep the same blood
drinking the same water
This road is long and long
Red flowers of course go with green leaves
Who will accompany you in this life?
The vagueness comes and goes again
Scenes from the past reappear
Although the lotus roots are broken, the threads are still connected
Sighing that things in the world are constantly changing
Love the country more than beauty
That heroic man would rather be alone
Good boy is full of courage
Ambition and pride spread far and wide
Life is only a few autumns
Don't give up until you get drunk
My beauty in the east
west yellow river
Come on, have a drink
Don't give up until you're drunk
Don't worry about worries and troubles
After playing the song, Mo Yu Wuhuan's eyes were full of shock. He had never listened to this piece before. After listening to it today, he was very moved. So he stood up and looked at Ling Nuansi affectionately: "Nuansi, what is this?
Song?"
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