Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

"Oh fine."

"A little bee, fly to the flowers, fly, fly..." The two finally made fists.

The previous few times, because Feng Qianyu was not familiar with the rules, and Long Fuyue was a veteran of this kind of boxing, Feng Qianyu was given more than a dozen cups of wine, and after a while, there were many draws, and Long Fuyue was beaten by him. The kiss was thorough, the little mouth was almost not swollen by his kiss.

Later, Long Fuyue was also poured a few cups, seeing Long Fuyue's face getting redder and redder, she suddenly held Feng Qianyu's face with a smile and said: "Da Yu, how about I sing you a song? "

Feng Qianyu couldn't help laughing when she thought of howling ghosts and wolves when she was in the deserted city.Looking at her leisurely: "Okay. You sing>

Long Fuyue glanced at him: "Can you accompany me?"

Feng Qianyu laughed: "Why not?" She clapped her hands a few times, called the shop assistant who had been waiting outside the door, and gave him some instructions.The shop assistant seemed to fly away.

The two punched again. Although Long Fuyue lost a lot, Feng Qianyu didn't let her drink any more, fearing that if she drank too much, she wouldn't be able to hear her 'sound of nature'.

The shop assistant finally brought a guqin.

Feng Qianyu tried the sound, and sighed: "After all, it's not a famous piano, so let's make do with it. Okay, you sing, I'll follow!"

Long Fuyue pondered for a moment: "I'll just sing 'Cinnabar Tears'."

Citing songs and howling floating clouds and swords to test the world's white clothes stained with frost

In those years, under the shade of drunken flowers, the beauty was in a moment, the water chestnut tears and the cinnabar

I still remember who cares about the fireworks in the bustling dream in the song

The Yellow Crane Tower is empty and depressed, and the journey to the end of the world, the blue hair turns into white hair

The fleeting time is secretly exchanged with this love to remember

Whispering with low brows at the bridgehead

The blue fall, the yellow spring, the world of mortals are gone, it is hard to find

look back a hundred years

Jinghu is emerald green, low clouds are hanging down, the beauty's eyebrows are darkly drawn in front of the tent, who is asking whether the king will not return?

This love is nothing more than fireworks, broken love and parting wine

How can the light cold and evening snow go with me? After years of loneliness, I only say that I should have no regrets in this life.

Shanshan Yanzi goes and returns again Tumi flowers bloom without any reason to get drunk I just owe someone a drop of cinnabar tears...