The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 230
Only Nangong Daiyue who was looking at her didn't think so, she could clearly see the anger and resentment in Nangong Xing's eyes.

Sighing in her heart, she really didn't know that Yuehenqin would do this.

Weiwei bent over and saluted, "Dai'er dare not be that."

"What are you two evading?
Is it possible that you want Master Yue to wait for you to invite whom? "

Nangong Yun spoke dissatisfiedly.

I really don't know the whole thing.

Now that he agreed, he still pushes and pushes back and forth. Doesn't this clearly make Master Yueda angry?

After hearing the words, the two saluted together, "Yes, father."

Nangong Xing almost didn't even look at Nangong Daiyue, and went straight to the high platform.

There, Yuehenqin was already sitting on a black stone carved chair, holding a green jade flute in his hand.

"Master Yuezhuang."

Walking in front of Yuehenqin, Nangongxing limp and began to salute.

"Ah."

There was no expression on Yuehenqin's reddish cheeks.

Seeing this, he just hummed lightly, and then stopped talking.

Nangong Xing was sitting next to Yue Henqin, with a Guqin placed in front of him, gently stroking the strings of the Guzheng, and fiddled with it.

'Clank clank' made a crisp sound.

At this time, Nangong Daiyue came up.

Wearing a light pink pleated skirt, with a few faint plum blossoms embroidered on the cuffs, just like her proud and cold body.

Seeing Yuehenqin, he just saluted, but didn't say much.

There is no so-called obsessive gaze, but only respect.

Just like the respect students have for their teachers.

It is an inviolable spirit.

"let's start."

Nangong Xing didn't even look at Nangong Daiyue, she just looked at the man beside her with a beautiful smile and a gentle voice.

Yuehen Qin nodded, nodding.

The sound of the piano is melodious.

The sound of the flute is intoxicating.

The dance is beautiful.

Three people, a beauty in yellow gauze, a man in white clothes, and a light pink, elegant and refined.

The cooperation of the three is destined to be an unprecedented audio-visual feast.

The charming and intoxicating flute sound slowly flowed from Yuehenqin's lips, like a waterfall on a high mountain, pouring down.

That kind of beautiful momentum, such a beautiful artistic conception, makes people feel completely addicted to it, unable to extricate themselves.

The melodious and soothing sound of the piano was plucked bit by bit from Nangong Xing's hands.

Every note, every sound of the piano is like a small river flowing slowly.

Wherever he passed, it was like the ice in hot summer, and his whole body was incomparably comfortable, which was indescribable.

(End of this chapter)