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Chapter 541 Can Miss Ye play it again to clear up Master Qin's doubts?

"If you take a boat, there are still seven days."

Wang Xiao thought about it and replied: "It's slower to take a carriage and it will take ten days."

"Seven days?"

Ye Junlan suffocated: "Then how can we arrive at noon tomorrow?"

"King Lan, it's like this"

Wang Xiao organized the language in his mind, expressed Lin Ruizhao's original words in his own way as much as possible, and stated clearly.

"no problem."

Ye Junlan's eyes showed determination: "For the sake of my sister, no matter how hard it is, this king can bear it."

"master."

Qingyang's eyelids trembled, and just as he was about to persuade him, his master gave him a cool look, and immediately closed his mouth.

"it is good."

Wang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out her hand as a gesture of invitation: "Please come down with Prince Lan, Prince Gong is waiting for us on the top of the boat."

"master."

Qingyang expressed his loyalty in a hurry: "Don't leave the little one behind, go up the mountain of swords and down the pan of oil, and the little one will accompany you too."

Ye Junlan had scruples: "Can you bring one more person?"

"it should be OK."

Wang Xiao was not quite sure: "Let's go up first, whether it can be done or not is up to Prince Gong to decide."

"it is good."

Ye Junlan didn't hesitate anymore, put on her clothes, tidied up, and followed Wang Xiao out of the cabin.

"Hahaha."

Lin Ruizhao hummed a ditty comfortably, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the master and servant boarding the top of the boat with a determined look on their faces.

"You can do it, kid."

After laughing enough, he couldn't help teasing a few more words: "For the sake of my sister, I am willing to die. This king likes this kind of energy that is not afraid of death."

"Uncle Wang."

Ye Junlan's ears turned red, and her eyes showed shame: "Will we really be able to arrive at noon tomorrow?"

"No problem, leave it to me."

With a wave of his right hand, Lin Ruizhao threw the wine gourd into the night sky.

The wine gourd becomes larger in the wind, turning into an oversized giant gourd, suspended above the passenger ship.

"Let's go."

Holding one in each hand, he flew up with Ye Junlan and Qingyang, and jumped onto the wine gourd.

Wang Xiao came after him and sat down to protect the two of them.

"Sit tight, let's go."

Lin Ruizhao shouted loudly, and the wine gourd flew into the distance like an arrow under the impetus of mana.

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Xianlefang.

Ye Xiuyan followed Xianghu to the backstage, and as expected, she attracted enthusiastic cheers from the dancers.

When Yin Jiutang saw the beautiful and lovely girl, it was as if he saw silver rain falling from the sky, and his eyes could burst into flames with eagerness.

Qin Zhilan was holding the white jade lyre mixed in, her smile was extraordinarily gentle and charming.

"Miss Ye, Into the Ghost, Zhilan has tried to play it no less than a hundred times, but she still can't find the feeling of playing Zhu Fengling. She always feels that there is something wrong there, and she can't interpret the essence of the score, and she can't reach the girl's kind of music. realm."

Yin Jiutang said without losing the opportunity: "Miss Ye, can you play it once to clear up Master Qin's doubts?"

"can."

Ye Xiuyan didn't refuse, took the white jade lyre with a smile, and sat cross-legged on the spot.

"Listening to the Yaoqin in the depths of falling flowers, hearing the singing of birds in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, and the appearance of old people in landscape paintings, the thoughts are so complicated that they cannot be found; the night is quiet and dreaming back to Luofu Temple, the moon is bright and the breeze sees off guests, sitting alone in the fairy garden with nothing to do, the sound of the piano is melodious. ghost."

The melodious and melodious piano sound, accompanied by the girl's soft and sweet voice, brought everyone present into the dream world of birds singing and flowers fragrance, fairy spirit.

The eyes of the dancers were blurred, as if they saw a beautiful fairy in white clothes like snow, sitting in a fairyland and playing the piano, plucking the strings with delicate hands, thinking of the old person who had been parted for many years through the sound of the piano.

　Thank you Little Fairy Blood Angel's tears monthly ticket.

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