Mo Qingcheng also looked a little regretful, and suddenly changed the topic: "I heard that Madam also has a great singing voice. I wonder if Madam can sing a song for Xiao Wang, so that Xiao Wang can enjoy it?"
Ye Xuanji secretly breathed a sigh of relief./www
She was originally a Maiba. Among other things, she was very good at singing.
However, all she knows are modern pop songs, but not the ditties of this era——[
She rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Since the prince has said so, I can't refuse. I learned a new song in my hometown and I can't sing it well. Please don't make fun of me."
After thinking about it for a while, he opened his mouth and started singing.
What she sang was one of her favorite songs in modern times.
A voice calls out repeatedly to engrave an eternal oath
Scenes that have been dusty for many years are revealed before our eyes
Who is plucking the strings? The melody never changes
Whose figure appears dimly and then disappears
In the past, I have always looked forward to wandering in the rivers and lakes, and my ambition is even better than Erlang.
Even if you sing and meditate alone late at night, you will feel confused.
I’ll put on red makeup for you, put away my luggage, and hide my brilliance
This heart falls into love and the absurd past of this world...
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No matter the sky is high and the sky is high, we can walk a life together with each other
Traveling through the green waters and green mountains, the gods are not as good as the earthly mandarin ducks
Who laughs crazily
The lyrics of this song are very long.
Fortunately, Ye Xuanji has a very strong memory and actually remembered every word.
Her voice is clear and melodious, and she sings with great charm.
She had just sang a few words when the sound of the piano suddenly sounded.[
Ding ding dong dong, he actually quickly caught up with Ye Xuanji's tune...
The sound of the piano and the singing complemented each other and floated in the waterside pavilion. Everyone present was mesmerized by the sound.
The singing stopped, and the sound of the piano still lingered on the beam.
Ye Xuanji raised her eyes and saw Mo Qingcheng sitting in front of the guqin with a broken string.
The long and graceful fingers danced the strings like flowing water.
The long eyelashes hang low, like butterfly wings, with beautiful arcs.
The sound of the piano flowed like a flowing spring from his fingertips, and the wind blew his sleeves fluttering, and his whole body seemed to be riding on the wind.
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