Chapter 222: When the moon is dark and the wind is high, when playing the piano and killing pigs
This sentence successfully blocked Yi Qingchen's little mouth, and she did not dare to say any more. But her heart was beating fast. For some reason, seeing Feng Yiying being so nervous about her condition, she actually had some secret thoughts, which was inexplicable.
The pleasure... She secretly made a face, and started to find something to say: "Big Maple Leaf, why are you here?" Feng Yiying's steps stagnated slightly, and then she remembered that she was a guest who was thrown into the whole room.
Came here. It turned out that today a minister who had been childless took a new concubine, and gave him a fat son in ten months. The minister was extremely excited. In addition to feasting guests at home, he also
The first floor of the world had reserved two tables for banquets with princes and nobles, and Feng Yiying was naturally among them. Originally, the sound insulation effect in their large private room was better, so ordinary people could not hear Yi Qingchen's singing. It was strange.
He is a martial arts practitioner and has particularly sensitive ears. He accidentally caught the sound of the piano and singing. Although he had never heard Yi Qingchen actually sing before, he knew it was her when he heard it this time. He couldn't help but leave the whole room in awe.
The guest came out and heard her singing harmoniously with others. He felt very uncomfortable. Originally, he wanted to catch this girl in her act and teach her a lesson. But he was distracted by the lyrics of the song.
She was so attracted that she couldn't bear to interrupt. She was unfinished in this life, but she had nothing to worry about. She just wanted to be free for the rest of her life... Could this be a reflection of her true thoughts? Suddenly, an inexplicable panic surged in her heart, so afraid that she would be free like this.
Come, go freely... It was a dark and windy night, when I was playing the piano and killing pigs. The melancholy moonlight dyed a faint light and shadow on the treetops, and the wind rustled on the treetops. The night was already very deep. Suddenly there was a killing spree.
The pig-like sound of the piano broke the loneliness of the night, causing the birds in the mountains to fly dumbly. In a low valley on the outskirts of the capital, there was a pavilion, and in the pavilion sat a man in white, with his knees crossed.
A Yao Qin, his ten white jade-like fingers were strumming on the Qin, and waves of noise flew out from his fingers... Not far behind him, stood a man who looked like a guard in Tsing Yi, it was Qing Qing.
Ming Tian, the leader of the Winged Twenty Cavalry, had a grimace on his face. He held the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly with both hands, barely controlling his urge to cover his ears.