Murong Xingchen was a little embarrassed, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his face that was as clean and handsome as a baby was filled with deep embarrassment...
Fei Yan said: "Is it difficult?"
Murong Xingchen said: "It's not that it's very difficult. It's just that that person has left the capital and I don't know when he will come back! If he comes back, I will help Feiyan borrow it, how about it?"
Feiyan smiled and nodded: "So that's it! What's so hard about this? There's no rush anyway! I have one piece here, and I heard there's another piece in the palace. I'll find a way to get it. If I have two pieces, I can make do with it.
Used!"[
Murong Xingchen said: "I'm really sorry."
Fei Yan said: "Nerd! You didn't do anything sorry for me. What are you sorry for? Well, there are still people waiting for me outside! I'm in a hurry to go back to the palace!"
Murong Xingchen said: "Do you want to go back?"
Fei Yan said: "Yes! Take care of yourself and see you later."
"You must take care of yourself. At any time, as long as you want to leave here, I will wait for you at Lonely Yanyu Tower..."
"Um."
Feiyan responded lightly, said nothing, and left quietly...
Sudden……
An elegant whisper came from behind...
Feiyan stiffened...
"A new song and a glass of wine."
“Last year the weather was old Chitai.”
"When does the sun set?"
"There is no choice but the flowers fall away."
"Deja Vu Yan Returns."
"The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone."
…
Helpless, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns?
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The voice is gentle, the sadness lingers low, and there is a hint of melancholy floating in the air...
How did Murong Xingchen know how to pronounce this poem?
Feiyan was shocked!
This is a short poem written by Yan Shu, the Taiping Prime Minister of the Northern Song Dynasty. The artistic conception described is sadness and melancholy, the rush of time, loneliness, boredom, and loneliness.
Feiyan looked back at the figure...
Dressed gorgeously, but feeling lonely all over.
"This nerd..."
Feiyan left the Lonely Yanyu Building with some sadness.
She did not delve into why Murong Xingchen recited this poem.
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