66. Raise a glass and invite the bright moon to meet the shadow to form a threesome 2
Yun Qingcheng is a very good-looking man. He has an elegant and light temperament like a feather, and a pair of floating amber eyes. He always has a brilliance that is no different from ordinary people.
At this moment, his amber eyes reflected evil gleams, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became wider, and he said with a smile: "The Fourth Miss is indeed different from ordinary people. It seems that it is not natural to use red tape to talk to the Fourth Miss.
The king's discourtesy. In this case, the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, how about we just enjoy fine wine and delicacies regardless of status and status?"
Yun Qingcheng raised the wine glass in her hand as gracefully as an elegant and unique lotus. Her charming lake eyes sparkled, and the smile on her lips was indescribably gorgeous.
It's a pity that Feng Zhuyue didn't even bother to look at him. She just snuggled into Long Canghao's arms and played with Long Canghao from time to time. The two of them were laughing happily. On one side was the peerless King Beiyou.
, was abruptly left aside.
Pour a basin of cold water from head to toe.
What a mistake. It was a big mistake. His charm seemed to be ineffective against the two people in front of him.
Both of them have immune cells in their bodies and are completely immune to him.
Just when Yun Qingcheng's hand holding the wine glass high was about to freeze, Long Canghao on the side raised his eyebrows, picked up the wine glass on the table, and said coldly: "A toast to King You of the North."
Feng Zhuyue also smiled and raised the cup in her hand, "It's a pity that it's not night now, otherwise I would have applied for the sentence, 'raise a cup to the bright moon, and make three people in the shadow'."
However, one of these three people is obviously unpopular.
Feng Zhuyue gently put down the wine glass in her hand, looked at the lake, looked down at Long Canghao who was hugging her, and said, "Cang, Yue'er will play a song for you, please?"
"good."
Feng Zhuyue raised her hand, and Ruolan immediately brought the guzheng up to Feng Zhuyue. Feng Zhuyue was on the deck, making a clean spot on the edge. They held it together and sat on the ground, not afraid at all that the dust would stain her white color.
She wore her skirt, put the guzheng between her legs, and the melodious sound of the piano penetrated the clouds, air, time and space, and floated over Nanyue City.
Frozen tears fall like meteors, breaking whose thoughts are broken
Between reincarnations, the past has been annihilated, the face is blurred in the dream
At the top of Kunlun, the rivers and lakes are far away, the flowers are withered and the flowers are blooming all over the sky
Sighing in the world of mortals, falling in beauty, heaven and earth
Love is like wind, love is like smoke, a pipa song has lasted for thousands of years
Destiny in this life, destiny in the next life, vicissitudes of life, fleeting years
The ancient sword cuts off old grudges and awakens whose oaths
In the blink of an eye, the love from another life, the lingering memories of the past
Kunlun Peak, life is far away, I only linger for you in my dreams
Laughing at the mortal world, painting a beautiful face, floating clouds
Love is hard to come by, love is connected, I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals
The destiny of this life and the destiny of the next life are inseparable and incomprehensible
Kunlun Peak, life is far away, I only linger for you in my dreams
Laughing at the mortal world, painting a beautiful face, floating clouds
Love is hard to come by, love is connected, I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals
Love in this life, love in the next life, don’t let lingering turn into parting
Yun Qingcheng didn't know where he had conjured up a jade flute, and started to play it gently along with Feng Zhuyue's singing. The sound of the piano, singing, and flute mixed together seamlessly.
The crowds wandering on both sides of the river suddenly stopped, closed their eyes, and listened carefully to this piece of nature. Not to mention Feng Zhuyue, it was Yun Qingcheng. His flute sound was rare to see in a century. Yun Qingcheng was in the poems and songs.
His attainments have reached the point where he is so proud that he does not take anyone seriously.
In this life, I wish to have a close friend, so what else can I ask for?