Start the ten consecutive summons and then explode the heavens Chapter 243 Under the moonlit night, the beauty plays the piano (for the leader of the happy king 1~)
Chapter 243 Under the moonlit night, the beauty plays the piano (for the leader of the happy king 1~)
Chapter 243: Under the moonlit night, the beauty plays the piano (additional update for the leader of the "Xiaoyao King 1"~)
"Your Majesty the King of Shang, please."
After receiving the orders from Wu Zhan, Murong Wen also looked desperate and was willing to lead the way for Wu Zhan.
Leading martial arts battles all the way into the palace.
The interior, from the walls to the ground, is carefully designed and extravagant.
Wu Zhan didn't realize that he looked slightly from his forehead.
Although it is much worse than his palace.
Or, it's impossible to compare.
However, it is far from the simple palace that Murong Wen said.
Even if you think of it as a normal palace, it is more than enough.
Thinking of this, Wu Zhan couldn't help but say slightly to Murong Wen: "Not bad."
Upon hearing this, Murong Wen couldn't help laughing.
He was afraid that he would not be satisfied with the martial arts war.
As long as Wu Zhan is satisfied, all his efforts will be worth it.
Ding Ding Ding!
Suddenly, waves of gentle and moving piano sounds flowed into my ears.
The sound of the piano and zither is melodious and clear, like the mountain spring playing among the green mountains, clear and unrestrained; like the breeze floating by the willows, gentle and beautiful; like the colorful butterflies graceful among the flowers, clean and noble.
Sometimes the sound of the piano is as high as the clouds and the sound of the zither is low as the words; sometimes the sound of the piano is as ethereal as the silk trousers in the wind; sometimes the sound of the zither is as steady as the cliff, sometimes the sound of the zither is exciting, and sometimes the sound of the piano is empty.
The zither and zi are divided into time, and the time is smooth as rivers entering the sea, and the time is smart like a shallow stream and stones.
For a moment, Wu Zhan couldn't help but pause and his eyes moved slightly.
"Murrong Wen, is there anyone in the palace?"
Wu Zhanruo looked at Murong Wen with a deep meaning, and he also had some guesses in his heart.
"Your Majesty the King of Shang forgives his crimes, and the foreign ministers make their own decisions. They ask their little daughter Murong Yun to present a song here, thinking that it will be used to welcome Your Majesty the King of Shang."
Murong Wen quickly accused him of crime.
He couldn't figure out whether Wu Zhan was satisfied or not.
"It's okay, since that's the case, I'll see you first."
Wu Zhan's mouth raised slightly.
The body of Qingluan, Murong Yun.
Since Murong Wen has already arranged this point, there is naturally no reason why Wu Zhan will not meet again.
"Your Majesty the King of Shang, please."
Murong Wen said, then stepped forward and pushed open a palace door.
Wu Zhan said to Shangguan Wan'er and others who were following behind him: "You are waiting outside first."
Seeing this, Murong Wen bowed to Wu Zai, but he didn't follow him.
Even if it was an old fox like Murong Wen, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Now, others are outside.
Whether her youngest daughter Murong Yun can win the favor of Wu Zhan is still unknown.
Unfortunately, it's not easy for him to follow behind, otherwise, with him present, he might be able to help smooth things out.
In short, he is now worried that his youngest daughter is ignorant. If he annoys Wu Zhan, it will be a big deal.
No matter how worried Murong Wen was, everything was no longer under his control.
When Wu Zhan stepped into the hall, he saw a beautiful woman with an ethereal temperament, wearing a green smoke-colored skirt, and gently stroked a guzheng in front of her with a delicate jade hand.
Seeing Wu Zhan enter, her fingers trembled with the naked eye.
The sound of the piano was also followed.
The long eyelashes trembled slightly, bringing out a warm smile in the ice-blue eyes, and a bright light flashed.
There was light in her eyes!
Pure, cute and silly look, and a unique atmosphere that is independent of the world.
No matter which one is, it is quite attractive to martial arts.
I have to admit that the body of Qingluan Murong Yun is indeed extraordinary.
At least, when she first met, she was able to inspire the mind of martial arts.
"Little girl Murong Yun, come to see His Majesty the King of Shang."
Seeing that Wu Zhan was approaching step by step, Murong Yun did not dare to be negligent at all. He hurriedly stood up and bowed to Wu Zhan.
A smile was squeezed out in nervousness. Not only was it not ugly, but it was like the melting of ice and snow, which made Wu Zhan's heart disappear.
"No gift."
Wu Zhan was standing with his hands on his back, his face calm and he looked calm and he looked calm.
Although there was a rippling ripples in his heart, there was no expression on his face.
"Your piano sound is good, I like it very much."
Wu Zhan stared at Murong Yun and quietly smiled.
"Your Majesty the King of Shang likes it, so the little girl plays it with her heart."
Murong Yun didn't know what to say for a moment.
She knew Murong Wen’s arrangements for her.
The moment I saw Wu Zhan, I was attracted by the unique human king aura on Wu Zhan.
His cheeks were slightly red, and Wu Zhan's figure had already been imprinted into Murong Yun's mind.
Sometimes, human emotions are so wonderful.
The experience of martial arts war is extremely legendary.
An ordinary woman, just hearing the legend of martial arts war, was willing to stick to her crotch.
Murong Yun is no exception. Even King Yan, she never cared too much.
Only when Murong Wen talked about the martial arts battle, her mind couldn't help but sway.
Beauties have loved heroes since ancient times.
Murong Yun is not an ordinary beauty, and martial arts war is not comparable to a hero.
He is the future king and has a broad future.
After Murong Yun actually met the martial arts war, he had only one idea left in his mind.
In this life, she was willing to rely on martial arts wars, just to be able to accompany the martial arts wars, which was enough.
She doesn't care whether she has a name or not.
"But it's just right."
"Tonight, I will listen to your piano here."
Before we knew it, it was already late and the moon was in the middle of the sky.
The bright moonlight spreads a layer of golden rays on the earth.
Bathed in it, the figure of martial arts became more and more majestic.
Looking at Wu Zhan's back, Murong Yun felt a little confused.
After a long time, Yu Wu Zhan smiled awkwardly, sat next to the Guzheng, and tidied up his breath.
The wonderful rhythm then rang out in Wu Zhan's ears again.
Wu Zhan's eyes are slight.
Listen patiently.
This moment.
The moonlight and the beauty are all around you.
Wu Zhan couldn't help but feel a little indescribable satisfaction in his heart.
In a flash, one night passed.
This night seemed very long, and it seemed like flowing water, like a flash of flying horses.
Wu Zhan kept listening and said nothing.
Murong Yun saw that Wu Zhan liked him, and he kept playing without caring about his fatigue.
Immediately, the tender fingers had red marks.
However, Murong Yun didn't care.
As long as Wu Zhan is willing to listen, she is willing to keep playing like this.
During the martial arts battle, Murong Yun also formed a silent tacit understanding overnight.
The two of them occasionally looked at each other and smiled at each other. The indescribable emotions also surged in their hearts.
Of course, the two of them have a natural understanding and leisurely relationship.
But it was a pain for the old fox Murong Wen outside. This night was simply a hellish torture for Murong Wen.
Never had such a night that Murong Wen was so confused.
Fortunately, the only thing that is gratifying is that the piano sounds have always been there, which means that at least Wu Zhan likes to listen to the piano.