Mei Qingchen sat on the chair with his body tensed, his head lowered, and he drank heavily.
Thinking about how quickly Mo Xie in the Snow Lady Palace was willing to die for her that day, news came from his subordinates a few days ago that Aventurine was willing to trade ten cities or even the entire Aventurine for her, and even did not hesitate to overdraw his mental power to condense the essence of the moon.
, a gift and a ring, a beautiful smile, Young Master Ji was violent and indifferent by nature, but he treated her as gentle as water, even the master of Tianying Pavilion became Liu Xiahui in front of her.
There is a seed of jealousy growing crazily in Mei Qingchen's body.
Why can she be more carefree and happy without her?
He doesn't allow it!
His conscience was condemned every day, he couldn't sleep at night, he was drowning in lust, and couldn't find love. How could she just leave without any attachment?
Little did he know that the first person to leave was Mei Qingchen.
It was he who abandoned her, and it was he who tore her heart apart.
The Lord of Shengluo City, Jin Chanzi, and Fu Xi heard these words when they walked into Tianying Pavilion.
A flash of light flashed in the city lord's eyes.
Perhaps, there is nothing wrong with choosing Ye Qingge.
"The trace of the pavilion master is hard to find and unpredictable. I didn't expect that he would come out and show his face for the sake of beauty." The city lord said with a smile.
Jin Chanzi pulled Ji Hua and sat down next to Qingge.
"Xiao Ye, Master has been squatting in the toilet for a long time, so he is late." Ji Hua explained with integrity why he was late.
Qingge: "..."
Qingge looked at Jin Chanzi's numb and weak legs, with three black lines falling on his forehead. They said that masters would have some quirks, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.
Jin Chanzi felt chilled by Qingge's look, and quickly said: "I have diarrhea, do you understand?"
At this time, the master of Tianying Pavilion replied to the city master, "For the sake of beauty, let alone publicity, even if the head is missing, there will be no regrets. City master, do you think so? I heard that when the city master was young,
He is also an infatuated person."
The city lord's face turned dark and then became clear, "It's a pity that King Xiang is in love, the goddess has no intention, and the Night King has a young master Ji by his side."
"It is their business that the young lady and the young master Ji wish to be together, and it is also my business that I would like to protect the young lady and become a knight. There is no contradiction between the two." The pavilion master said.
The city lord's eyes flickered, "The pavilion master is really generous."
"It's not generosity, it's the depth of love." The master of the pavilion smiled lightly.
The city lord laughed twice and went to the table where the head of the Wang family was.
The master of Tianying Pavilion sat down at this table and looked at Lan Wu with a half-smile, "I heard that Miss Lan is a master at playing the piano. I wonder if I have the honor to listen to a piece of music? I'm ready to play the piano.
It's the Fengwu Qin brought from Luohua City overnight, and it will definitely match Miss Lan perfectly."
Lan Wu subconsciously looked at Mei Qingchen and saw that Mei Qingchen's face was twisted in pain and quite disappointed. Then he nodded and said, "It is Lan'er's honor to be able to help the Pavilion Master."
"Then, please." The Pavilion Master smiled slightly.
There were waiters carrying red harps and placing them on the golden platform. Lan Wu walked delicately in front of the golden platform and sat on a high stool, placing his slender white hands flat on the strands of strings.
She closed her eyes and plucked the strings with her fingers, and the sound of mountains and flowing water slanted out. There was no sadness or high spirits, just as plain as water, as gentle as the spring breeze, washing away the evil thoughts in everyone's hearts.
He nodded softly, feeling blessed and sincerely appreciating: "Miss Lan's piano is really good."
One thing comes to another, it is true that she doesn't like Lan Wu, but this cannot deny Lan Wu's piano skills.
However, she is more happy with the sound of Ye Qingcheng's piano than Lan Wu's calmness. If the sound played by Lan Wu is like a river of spring water flowing eastward, then, whether it has strings or not, Ye Qingcheng's jade hands,
Then I can pick out the most beautiful tunes in the world. After the flowers bloom, I will kill hundreds of flowers, go deep into the soul, and drum up all kinds of things in the world, the battlefield of war and iron horses, the sweetness in front of flowers and under the moon, or the coldness of spring in the cold winter.
Especially the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", she integrated all her hope and sorrow into the soul of the piano music.
With this thought in mind, listening to Lan Wu's music again, the singing becomes boring.
"What's wrong?" Ji Yue asked when she saw Qingge's face changed slightly.
Qing Ge collapsed in Ji Yue's arms, "I want to fall in love with you."
"Don't miss her." Ji Yue lowered her face.
Qingge couldn't laugh or cry, "She is a woman."
"Women can also lose their sleeves."
Qingge: "..."
After the song ended, there was a lot of discussion in Tianying Pavilion.
"It is said that the piano is born from the heart, but the spring breeze song cannot be so good and wonderful, which shows that Miss Lan is a rare good person in the world."
"Miss Lan is considerate, Mr. Mei is gentle and elegant, and both of them are talented and handsome."
"Girl Ye, a hero among women, a prince and a king, I would say, these two are truly empress-like." The person who spoke was a woman of thirteen or fourteen years old.
For most ambitious women, Qingge is the god in their minds, realizing the dreams they want to do but dare not or even cannot do.
It can be said to be resonance.
They all say that if the Tao is different, they will not conspire against each other.
Those who hate light singing are not fellow travelers.
Those who admire her have more or less the same qualities as hers.
Either he is arrogant, or he is unruly, or he is murderous, or he is ruthless.
Only when people on the road stand at the same height can they appreciate and admire each other, and see each other's shining points. Even if they are enemies, they will have sympathy for each other instead of blind hatred.
Mei Qingchen came back to her senses and saw Lan Wu sitting in front of the golden platform, frowning.
He didn't like Lan Wu playing in front of too many people, giving people the illusion of an actor.
Zheng——
At this moment, a heavenly sound sounded.
The sedan carried by four flying beasts flew across the sky. As the snow-white gauze danced, the woman's stunning face was looming, looking forward to it. She was holding a rouge-colored bone harp without strings. As her fingers flicked, a series of tones came out.
It gushes out like gurgling spring water, shaking the souls of the guests.
They had never heard such music before. It was as if they were in an illusion, standing on the top of the clouds, becoming gods, overlooking all living beings, but feeling the same sensation.
When the sound of the piano is high, there seems to be the sound of a waterfall sloping down. The chilling atmosphere of ancient battlefields permeates every corner. Starvation and death are everywhere, and all lives are devastated. The heroic generals, holding machetes that hold up to the sky, fight bloody battles to protect their homes and countries.
The cold and solemn momentum aroused the enthusiasm of everyone present, reminding the middle-aged and elderly men of the high-spiritedness of their youth.
He wakes up and wields the power to kill, but he lies drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman.
I just smiled at the sky with a horizontal knife, leaving the liver and gallbladder intact. After the precipitation of time, their edges and corners were smoothed.
They began to be tactful, worldly, and step by step.
The sound of the piano turns——
The Yongmen Guqin is pitiful and pitiful.
Like a child who has left home, a lonely ghost, numbness like a walking zombie and the pain of separation of flesh and blood
In this way, it evokes the unknown story of blood dripping behind the beautiful face of the world.
Living in this world, no one has it better than anyone else, and everyone suffers.
Each one works in his own camp, and the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. The weak are not even qualified to survive.
And this is the so-called way of survival.
Only when a person steps on the skeletons of countless people, stands at the top, and feels the cold at the top, can he be condemned by his conscience, save the souls of the dead, and become a good person.
Good people are often bloody murderers.
Qing Ge stared blankly at the beauty playing the piano in the sedan chair, smiling broadly.