Your Majesty, Niang Niang, she is charming and charming

Chapter 291 The name in the dream

Xiao Gouhao looked confused, but little Wenhuang was fascinated by the sound, and was still moving on the strings with both hands.

Opposite them, there is a man in white who is teaching them how to play the piano.

It played exactly the tune that Xuan Po sang to her.

And that white-clothed man was the same person he often saw in his dreams, like Xuan Po, but not Xuan Po, Wen Huang couldn't tell the difference in a daze.

After playing a song, the man spoke in a calm voice: "Hao'er, play it again."

Xiao Gouhao stretched out his hand and flicked it a few times, it was as messy as flicking cotton.

The man in white said, "I asked you to recite music scores, what did you recite?"

"Master..." Gou Hao looked at him with innocent eyes, "I'm stupid, I can't recite it."

"Continue to go back."

"Yes." Xiao Gouhao got up and left.

Little Wenhuang showed him an expression of "you are so stupid".

The man in white said to little Wenhuang again: "Huang'er, come here."

Wen Huang stretched out her hand, and played a song that was almost inseparable.

The man came over, squatted behind her, stretched out his hand and played a few notes, corrected her and said, "The note was wrong just now, try it again."

At this time, Wen Huang smelled a faint aroma...

This fragrance is the unique breath of Xuan Po!

Is this person Xuan Po?
At this moment, as if consciousness and little Wenhuang merged into one, she turned to look at the man's face.

The eyebrows are picturesque, cool and beautiful, it is Xuan Po's face.

But it is different from Xuan Po.

The deep eyebrows are stained with the precipitation of the years.

In the depths of the eyes, there was a trace of majesty's majesty.

It is daunting and does not dare to make mistakes.

"What am I doing? Do it all over again," he said.

"****, I changed it on purpose." Little Wenhuang said, "I think it sounds better this way."

The man frowned slightly, and said, "I want to run before I learn to walk. Be more steadfast and take it step by step."

Little Wenhuang pouted and shouted: "***, don't you think this sounds good?"

She called the man twice, both with two words, but she couldn't make out what she called him.

But Wen Huang was very sure in her heart that she did not call him "Emperor", nor did she call him "Xuan Po".

What did little Wenhuang call him?
The last time she dreamed that he was in the red bushes, she also called him, but she couldn't hear him clearly.

There seemed to be something in my heart, ready to come out.

Wen Huang thought hard, but suddenly there was a piercing buzzing sound.

Wen Huang opened his eyes all of a sudden.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Po's voice sounded from the side.

It's already dawn.

She is lying on the bed.

It's a dream.

Dreamed of Xuan Po again, and tinnitus again.

When she was in the heavens, and the mortal Wen Huang when the soul was not possessed, she didn't dream much.

Recently, I have been dreaming all the time. The scene in the dream, the interaction between imagination and reality, seems extraordinarily real.

The sequelae of her soul possession are really strange...

Wen Huang rubbed her ears and asked him, "Why do you ask that? What happened to me just now?"

Xuan Po said, "Suddenly there was a shake."

Wen Huang: "I had a dream."

Xuan Po: "What did you dream about?"

Wen Huang smiled at him: "You."

Xuan Po: "What did you dream about me?"

Wen Huang: "Play the piano. I just played the one you hummed last night. Your Majesty, I like this tune very much. What's it called? It sounds very familiar to me, but I can't name it."

Xuan Po: "Last night, it was a flutter tone."

"Rocklight... the name is very nice. Your Majesty, can you play the piano?"

Xuan Po: "...Yes."

Wen Huang: "Then can you play the piano for me?"

Xuan Po: "In the future, I have been very busy these two days."

Wen Huang: "Alright."

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(End of this chapter)