Fenghua Peerless: The Demon Concubine is proud of the sky

Chapter 44
June's fingers lightly touched the strings, and she frowned slightly without moving her brows.

This subtle reaction gave a panoramic view to the few people who were watching her seriously. The faces of the four masters sank, and the princess frowned. Didn't they overestimate her?

However, I have never heard that the princess knows this kind of thing, and it is a bit confusing.

They forced her to come over to snatch the monarch, but they could have used other methods. A slight change in June made everyone start to worry.

Mei Ruyu's smile deepened, and she knew that how could this ignorant woman know these things, and she dared to show off in front of her, she simply overestimated her capabilities.

Mo Yulan's deep eyes also changed slightly, and her face sank: "These boring..."

"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door, breaking the world—"

Before he finished speaking to help June resolve the awkward atmosphere, the melodious sound of the piano began to flutter.

Like the light rain in March, it drifts over the lakes in the south of the Yangtze River, forming bursts of pus and illusory mist.

It makes people get out of the moment in an instant, intoxicated by the sound of the piano.

And, accompanied by the sound of the piano, there is also the voice of Lai in June.

Her head was lowered slightly, her eyes were blurred, with a mysterious and charming color, and her cherry lips were lightly parted, as if she was a storyteller from ancient times.

Fingers lightly touch the strings, beautifully jumping out one by one soul-stirring notes.

Everyone involuntarily calmed down and listened to the notes of nature bursting out from between the strings and cherry lips.

"The dream is cold, tossed and turned for a lifetime, and there are several love debts
As you acquiesce, life and death, etc.

Wait for a circle, another circle of annual rings
How many floors of the Futu Pagoda were broken, whose soul was broken?

Going straight in pain, a broken lamp, the collapsed mountain gate

Let me wait, history turns around

Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play a zither—"

At this point, June raised her head, a burst of dazzling light was reflected in her stunning eyes, and the frequency of her finger movements accelerated, reaching a climax.

"The rain is pouring, and the old hometown is full of grass and trees.

I heard that you are always alone
Mottled city gate, entrenched with old tree roots

What echoes on the slate is Wait...

The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep
I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city falls in that wild village
It is we who are destined to take root..."

At this point, June simply closed her eyes, recalling the love story between a royal general and the woman he admired in Luoyang, the thousand-year-old ancient capital that collapsed after its prosperity and prosperity described by Yang Xuanzhi more than 500 years ago.

In Beauty Valley, all the people who heard the song and the piano closed their eyes, even though they didn't know the real story behind the song.

However, they were deeply infected by the emotions conveyed in the lyrics, moved by that deep emotion, by that sincere and poignant emotion.

At this time, June is not only a qin player, but also a storyteller. Her qin sound and her singing voice have soul and color, which makes people obsessed, moved, and completely ecstasy.

"Listen to the laughter of youth ushering in, envy many people
The annals of history are gentle and unwilling, and the writing is too cruel

Fireworks are easy to get cold, and personnel are easy to separate

And you're asking if I'm still serious

Thousands of years later, love will last forever, who else is waiting

And how can Qing History not be true? Wei Shu Luoyang City

If you are following, past life

Follow the world of mortals, follow me wandering life

The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep
I heard that you are always alone
Mottled city gate, entrenched with old tree roots

What echoes on the slate is to wait

The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep
I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city falls in that wild village
Fate takes root, it is us
Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain, looking forward to eternity—"

Ending with an eternity, the last note is long and long.

(End of this chapter)