Looking at the worries of Prime Minister Bai and General Jiang, Emperor Qingyun's eyes signaled them not to worry. A gleam of light flashed through his sinister eyes. The poison had already begun to work. If you drag it for a while, even the god Daluo could not save you.

Jun Yaoran gently wiped Xiyu's tears, "Okay! I'll be not beautiful when I cried anymore. Xuan'er's singing is so beautiful. Is it good to sing a song for my father and the others?" "Yes!" Xiyu nodded, smiling like a flower, but she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Finally, she avoided her. Seeing Jun Yaoran's face was not too bad, the poison should have been almost done.

Xiyu walked forward and respectfully blessed her body. "Father, Xiyu wants to play and sing by herself, can you borrow a piano?" "Hahaha..." Emperor Qingyun laughed loudly, "What's the difficulty of a piano? Come on, present the Fengwei Yaoqin to me!" There was no sigh in the hall again. Fengwei Yaoqin is a treasure of Qingyun Kingdom. On weekdays, it is difficult for the royal relatives to see each other, but the emperor actually...

Listening to the people's discussions below, Xiyu's face was still calm, but her heart began to feel uneasy: such a precious treasure was actually allowed to play with, this Qingyun Emperor... Just as Xiyu was thinking, the phoenix-tailed zither had already appeared. Xiyu had to praise her. She had been here at Huanyun for so long. This was the most beautiful piano she had seen. The light blue body was in the shape of the phoenix-tailed zither, and the golden strings were shining with light. Xiyu gently picked the strings with her hands. The sound of the piano reached the realm of enlightenment. It was as clear as water, and the corners of her mouth were slightly picked. It was indeed a good piano.

Taking a seat, Xiyu plucked the strings with her slender hands, and with the delicate sound of the piano, Xiyu started singing in a moving manner.

Since I have missed it in this life

Tell me what you dreamed of

You said love is just a mistake

I seem to remember

Several rounds of battle

The vine flowers are covered with orchids

The moon shines on the gauze and the night wind wave

What to happen

The thread in the palm of the palm is broken

Like a ghost floating by

Too much involvement

A tear slid down his candlelight intentionally

I almost forgot why we met

It's hard to tell what's wrong

Love is more mottled than paper umbrella

He was too lonely when he wrote the Stories from a Chinese Studio

If you miss it in the next life

What will be recorded in Lanruo Temple

The dust settles and the flowers bloom without fruit

How can I hide?

Who hums a song in the night fog sometimes calmly? Sometimes it is twisted and turns

Passers-by are always drunk or dreaming

It became a legend

The thread in the palm of the palm is broken like a ghost

It's too much to get involved

A tear slid down his candlelight intentionally

I almost forgot why we met

It's hard to tell what's wrong

Love is more mottled than paper umbrella

He was too lonely when he wrote the Stories from a Chinese Studio

It was "Lan Ruo Ci". For some reason, Xiyu's first impression when he saw this piano was that he felt that he could use this song to match it. When he sang the last sentence, the sound of the piano was so good that he lost his power and fell down. He gradually stopped the ending sound, but everyone was still immersed in the music just now and did not recover.

"Xiyu, Xiyu!" Xiyu was a little stunned. Where was the sound coming from? So kind and kind, so kind, "Xiyu is not afraid. When the chaotic world is over, my mother will wait for you in the Xuan clan. Let us be together, no one can separate us..." Xiyu was shocked, looked at Fengwei Yaoqin, frowned slightly, Mother? Could it be Wanqi Xihuan? She was not dead, but she just returned to the Xuan clan? No one can separate us anymore. What does this mean?
Chapter completed!