Devil's Exclusivity: My Princess Her Royal Highness

As soon as Huangfu Shengxuan spoke, the whole audience fell silent immediately, and gave Huangfu Shengxuan a thankful look. She stood on the stage without a trace of timidity. Since there was no accompaniment, she could just sing a cappella.

Qingyan picked up the microphone and hummed a song, it was a hymn-like, heavenly voice.

Is there any time left to look back and look at me again?

I can't tell if the sky is a red cloud or a flame you lit

Which life is the end of enlightenment but can't say goodbye

Is there any remaining fleeting years that have burned out and turned into longings?

Is it the destiny or the nightmare, the ashes of the robbery or the smoke you ignited

When she sang, the noisy audience fell silent. The people who were still laughing at Qingyan were all stunned, and looked at Qingyan with their mouths wide open in surprise.

Which thought can never die

Is it Nirvana or Eternal Remembrance

Turning into the starlight of the western sky is the end of your reincarnation

How long does it take for the hourglass to flow from death to immortality

You gaze at my face in the next life by the Santu River

I planted a mandala to let the memories of my previous life sink deep

How many partings can ignite the flame of the sycamore branch

When she sang, the whole world was quiet, and the whole world was listening to her singing quietly. When she sang, she looked so beautiful, as if her whole body had turned into that song, and she was singing with her life , So beautiful, so beautiful.

According to legend, the thorn bird sings only once in its life.Since leaving Nestle, it has been persistently looking for the thorn tree. When it got its wish, it plunged its petite body into the longest and sharpest thorn, singing with blood and tears.

That poignant, moving, mellow singing voice eclipsed all the sounds in the world in an instant!At the end of the song, the thorn bird finally died of exhaustion and died for the song.A beautiful eternity is shaped with a kind of tragic tragedy.

However, Qingyan doesn't need to use her whole life to sing a song, but her singing voice is more beautiful than the touching and beautiful one created by the thorn bird.

Is there any remaining fleeting years that have burned out and turned into longings?

Is it the fate or the nightmare, the ashes of the robbery or the smoke you raised

Which thought can never die

Is it Nirvana or Eternal Remembrance

Turning into the starlight of the western sky is the end of your reincarnation

How long does it take for the hourglass to flow from death to immortality

You gaze at my face in the next life by the Santu River

I planted a mandala to let the memories of my previous life sink deep

People seem to have an illusion that when she sings, it seems that a pair of snow-white wings grow out of her back. She is like an angel from heaven, descending to the world, and bringing the beautiful singing that belongs to heaven to everyone.

After Qingyan finished singing, the venue fell into silence again, and everyone was still intoxicated by her singing and couldn't extricate themselves.

Huangfu Shengxuan took the lead and stood up. He applauded, and the applause hit everyone's hearts, and brought everyone back to reality from the illusion of singing.

Then warm applause continued to resound in the auditorium, at this time someone began to call Qingyan's name.

"Qing Yan! Qing Yan!"

"Qing Yan! Qing Yan!"

Bei Yingxing trembled when he heard people's cheers, "Bei Yingxing, you'd better not play tricks." Xia Qiuqin walked to Bei Yingxing's side and said.

"Well, what did you say? Why can't I understand." Bei Yingxing immediately returned to normal and smiled at Xia Qiuqin.

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