She has martial arts... If she were sober, Chu Qiluo's smile faded and she shouted, Lu Chun would be obedient, but now damn she was drunk, so Chu Qiluo was carried by her without any control.
She got up and staggered onto the table using Qinggong. Lu Chun thrust the piano into her hand and burped with satisfaction: "Play! If you play well, you will be rewarded!"
Chu Qiluo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she also knew that this girl Lu Chun's wine was not ordinary scum, so she resignedly lifted the piano and lightly stroked the strings.
The sound of the piano was tinkling, and Chu Qiluo's eyes lit up, what a piano!
Lu Chun slapped her neck: "Play well! Don't think that I can't hear that you are perfunctory!"
Lowering her head and playing the piano resignedly, Chu Qiluo did not miss the obvious smile on Ye Langxie's lips, and couldn't help but glare fiercely. If he hadn't deliberately made Lu Chun drunk, how could she have been so miserable!
She relaxed and breathed, the moonlight was very good, her fingertips lightly brushed the strings, and the clang of the piano captured the heart and soul. Ye Langxie heard the faint sound of the music, and was shocked. He raised his eyes and saw that his half-closed eyes were bathed in the moonlight.
It turns out that this woman looks calm and calm on the surface, but she still hasn’t let go of Chu’s father’s death in her heart...
Yes, Chu Qiluo played "Yaohua".
"Zhu Tian Baojue, the flying queen in the sky, is better than the spring farewell on earth. I have never seen it before in the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River. It is like pear clouds and plum snow. At the Huaishan Spring Festival Gala, who knows me, my heart is noble? After a few times, the flowers fall and bloom, and the heroes of Yuguan are old...
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She was complaining about her father's injustice. Chu Jinxuan had always looked up to God and the people. He was a truly honest and diligent official, but in the end he was treated like this... How could she let go of her resentment? She would let Chu Jinxuan go.
It is compared to Qionghua to represent my father's hatred for having no way to repay his country.
She didn't sing it, but Ye Langxie was upset for no reason. If this kind of music was spread into the palace and allowed to be heard by his father, how could he save her life?
He couldn't help but get up and fly to her side. The moment he got close to her, the music of the piano paused slightly, and Chu Qiluo's whole body stiffened uncontrollably. He saw it and smiled in his heart, and leaned into her ear and smiled softly: "
Qiluo thinks it's unfair that I was demoted from the imperial capital. Why do you want to complain about me? I feel very happy..."
This shameless bastard!
Chu Qiluo glared at him, swiped her fingertips quickly, and changed the tune to a cheerful "Darcissus".
She raised a smile and sang in a clear voice: "Chu Jiangmei, Xiang'e met for the first time, shedding tears without words, indifferent to spring..." The smile on her lips widened, and the meaning of the song was so obvious: Ye Langxie, you are a narcissist.
The daffodils are blooming! And their brows are filled with spring, waiting for their beloved!
Qingyue's laughter and singing were mixed together, which was particularly clear and refreshing in the quiet night. She tilted her head and looked at Ye Langxie provocatively. The latter actually looked at her with a smile and a calm expression. When she saw her looking at him, Ye Langxie was confused.
He raised his eyebrows, untied the green piccolo from his waist, placed it across his lips, pursed his lips and played.
The piano and flute were harmonious. The flute sound joined in midway but was not abrupt at all. The tune was the same. Chu Qiluo climbed up several steps in succession, and Ye Langxie was able to follow her up without any inferiority.
There was a trace of anger in her eyes, and she sang Xiexie: "Spring is far away, who admires it, the flavor of the country? We are together, we are companions in the cold..." She obviously wanted to laugh at his stunning appearance, which was not like a man, but she suddenly looked at him
Behind his smiling eyes, his breath was suffocated. Although he reacted immediately, his heart could not calm down. He had to admit that Ye Langxie was really beautiful.
Ye Langxie raised the corner of his lips, and his eyes were dark and deep: Qiluo, I will accompany you to play the piano for five nights, half drunk, half awake and half alive!
"Clear dew trickling down, in the shadow of a lamp..." Listening to what he continued, she suddenly felt a little dizzy. Maybe it was the moonlight that was blurred, maybe she was singing too high and felt uncomfortable, or maybe it was Lu Chun's slap just now.
It hit the wrong place and damaged her brain - looking at Ye Langxie looking back with a smile, she didn't even realize there was anything wrong with the two of them facing each other like this!
She sat quietly under the moonlight, while he stood holding a flute. Their black and white clothes matched each other so well. The aroma of wine in the air wafted out with indescribable emotions, surrounding the two of them. At this moment, the emptiness around them was far away.
A small fire started from the bottom of her heart and gradually burned onto her cheeks. Chu Qiluo looked a little confused. She had been engaged to Qin Ke since she was a child and had always believed that she would marry Qin Ke. But now she only sat in front of Ye Langxie.
When he looked at him with a smile, her heart was beating like a drum and her face was burning, which was completely different from the calmness in front of Qin Ke...
But he is Prince Chen, so no matter how well this song matches it, what does it mean? She was originally just provoking, so why is she at a loss now, not knowing where to look? As if to prove something, she bravely
She raised her head and met Ye Langxie's clear eyes - she was immediately frightened and despised herself in her heart.
"Qiluo." Ye Langxie called her, in a long tone, his soft voice a bit like talking in sleep.
"Well?" She raised her head, barely resisting the urge to escape his gaze, and looked into his eyes.
Ye Langxie leaned forward, bent down to lift her chin, and pressed a frivolous kiss on her cheek: "You narcissus, are you in love with me tonight?"
boom!
Even though she repeatedly warned herself to calm down, she still couldn't help but jump up. Chu Qiluo was not a good-tempered person to begin with. She just had strong self-control, but this time her tolerance had reached its limit, and she couldn't stand it anymore.
Such a shameless person! She picked up her long harp and hit him hard.
There was a little bit of running under her feet. The Eight Immortals table was so big. A few of them were put together and it looked like a stage. She gritted her teeth and said, "You are a narcissus! You are full of love!"
Originally, she didn't expect to be able to hit it. After all, Wu Chenhuan, one of Ye Langxie's subordinates, was incomparably good in martial arts.
Langxie didn't even try to hide, and the piano in her hand was not light. This hit was so hard that the skin was as thick as night. Langxie also groaned.
Chu Qiluo suddenly remembered that he had received a sword for her today, and the injury was still not healed. This blow... She slowly lowered her gaze and hit him on the shoulder. It was possible that the force would open the wound.
Ye Langxie, who was hit so hard, didn't say anything, just gritted his teeth and looked at her with hazy eyes. The light was not very bright, and he couldn't see clearly whether there were tears in his eyes from being hit by her. Chu Qiluo returned hard.
, I still felt a little regretful. After thinking about it, I put down the piano and said, "Your Majesty, come here for a moment."
"Langxie."
How long have you been insisting on this? Chu Qiluo nodded angrily: "Yes, Langxie, please come here."
Uncle Ye reluctantly moved over slowly, and Chu Qiluo pulled him off, dragged him to sit down, and stretched straight towards his clothes.
"Oh, Qiluo, what are you doing, man and woman..."
Chu Qiluo glanced at him angrily.
Someone immediately turned around and said, "Okay, Qiluo can take off her clothes however she wants. I won't move. If Qiluo gets tired, she can move however she wants me to."
Why does this sound so awkward! Chu Qiluo reached out and pinched his waist hard: "Turn around!"
~~~~~Ouch, my dears, but the first part was a bit cruel, so we are not happy enough, okay, let Langxie take off for a while~~~ Collection, dears! ps: Momo group number: 184799835, please hook up~