Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 55 Let's try the world
Mo Qingcheng also looked a little regretful, and the conversation suddenly changed: "I heard that Madam's singing voice is also excellent, I wonder if Madam can sing a song for Xiao Wang, so that Xiao Wang can enjoy it?"

Ye Xuanji secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She used to be a Maiba, but she was very good at singing.

However, what she knows are all modern pop songs, but not the minor tunes of this era——

She rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Since the lord said so, it's not easy for the concubine to refuse. The concubine learned a new song in her hometown, and she can't sing well. The lord, don't make fun of it."

After thinking about it, he opened his mouth and sang.

What she sang is one of my favorite songs in modern times.

There is a voice repeating the call, engraving the eternal oath
The scenes that have been dusty for many years are unfolding before our eyes
Who is plucking the strings, the melody never changes
Whose figure appears dimly and suddenly disappears
In the past, the calendar wandered in the rivers and lakes, and the ambition was better than Erlang

Chanting and meditating alone in the middle of the night will also be confused

Pick up red makeup for you, put away your luggage to cover up your radiance

This heart falls in love, the absurdity of the world, the past...

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Let the sky be high and the earth wide, have each other and walk together in life

Walking all over the green water and green mountains, the gods are not as good as the mandarin ducks in the world

who laughs crazy
The lyrics of this song are extremely long.

Fortunately, Ye Xuanji's memory is so strong that she can't remember every single word.

Her voice is clear and melodious, and she sings very charmingly.

She had just sung a few lines when the sound of the piano suddenly followed.

Ding ding dong dong, unexpectedly quickly caught up with Ye Xuanji's tune...

The sound of the piano and the singing complement each other, floating in the water pavilion.All the people present were fascinated by what they heard.

The singing stopped, but the sound of the piano still lingered around the beam.

Ye Xuanji looked up, and saw Mo Qingcheng sitting in front of the guqin with a broken string at some point.

His slender, jade-like fingers plucked the strings like flowing water.

The long eyelashes hang down, like the wings of a butterfly, with a beautiful arc.

The sound of the zither like a flowing spring flows from his fingertips, and the wind blows his sleeves fluttering, and the whole person seems to be going away with the wind.

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Come down in one breath.Hehe, this feels really cool.Continue to roll around to ask for tickets, to collect...


(End of this chapter)