"No problem, I want to hear what the younger generation's piano skills are." Yao Ji just smiled faintly, and the lights in the entire cabin dimmed a little.

Lin Qianqian stood up and saluted. "In this way, then I would rather be respectful than obedient."

Yuwen Huang drank a puff of wine, looked at the woman in green entering the gauze tent, sat upright in front of the piano, Qianqian's simple handrail put on the strings...

"Good lady, fine wine. If there are any good songs, good pianos, life... it will be like this." Feng Xiuchen thought he was romantic and raised his hand and brought the wine into his mouth.

Su Yanbin, who was beside him, gave a look at the coquettish man without saying a word, and turned his eyes to the woman behind the gauze curtain. The light in his eyes flashed, thinking.

At this time, a "clang" sound came, and the woman had already started playing the whole house. An elegant melody was pouring out, causing the listener's heart to dance.

I saw the woman, lowering her head, her green and white jade-like fingers on the strings, gently zipping, wiping, slowly twisting, and then gathering again. The sound of the piano is sometimes fast and sometimes slow...

The rotation axis plucks the strings for two or three tones, one clang and one clang, like a spring water ding dong. Suddenly, the graceful melody changes, and the noise is mixed, and the big beads fall into the jade plate. Zheng, clang, clang, clang, clang, and clang, it seems like a pouring rain, rushing towards you...

The woman's eyes were firm, her fingers were flying easily on the strings, as if she was wearing flowers and pinching grass. She plucked the strings with ease, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Muran, she stimulated her spiritual power and instilled it on the strings. The rhythm of the touching strings was like sound waves, rippling out in circles...

The expert Yao Ji felt ups and downs in her heart, covering her chest that was beating faster.

The sound of the piano seemed to be magical, which was so exciting and stunning. The face changed slightly. When I looked at the man present, it was not much better than her. The four handsome men were holding the drinks in a daze, as if they were immobilized, and their eyes were empty. There was only that woman in the whole world...

The evil girl held her forehead. The Baihua Palace is famous for its abundant beauties. Among the women in the Baihua Palace, charm is the main attack method. Charm is a compulsory course for every disciple of the Baihua Palace.

In the past century, the one with the strongest charming skills in the Hundred Flowers Palace is Hua Mengyao, but she doesn't want to... Lin Qianqian learned it without a teacher, and she played the piano casually, and her charming ability is so powerful. She is indeed Hua Mengyao's daughter.

While Yao Ji was thinking, the resentful Qin Feng suddenly became excited again, and suddenly woke everyone present. Feng Xiuchen shook his body and sprinkled the wine in his hand.

The zither wind turned into a passionate one more time, a stream of cool water passed by, like a silver bottle breaking through the water, and the iron cavalry burst out with swords and guns...

Feng Xiuchen couldn't help but pat his chest, his face pale. "Mom... I want money to listen to other people's songs, listen to... her songs are simply deadly..."

Su Yanbin resisted his desire to move, his body was filled with boiling blood, and he did not dare to speak, because as soon as he spoke, he would immediately distract himself and fainted by Qinyin.

"Good piano skills..." Yuwen Huang grabbed the table with both hands. This piano skill can be said to have reached its peak, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is superb.

Looking back at Dan Tai Zimo, the man grabbed a jade pendant and kept playing with it, covering up the strangeness. Obviously, he would not be able to control it for long.

Finally, when the handsome men were about to leave, the sound of the piano finally stopped abruptly. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the song was over, but the sound of the piano reappeared, but it was a faint tone, soothing their still passionate heartbeat...

Lin Qianqian closed the strings with satisfaction, opened her red lips and sang:

That year, the umbrella was placed in the west building, and the rain stopped and the love was hard to stop. I looked back slightly after dusk.

Who painted the West Tower that year? The ink was not collected for the inkstone in my lifetime, and the glazed laurel branches were like the flow of spring water.

Who will I wait for a pen and ink ink to paint the love of my life, the beauty of my cinnabar, the hairpin head hook, and when I look back suddenly, I will leave a beauty of my beauty, the soul of my ink will be in my eyes. Love is like wine, the night is thick, who will I wait for me to smell it?
Chapter completed!