princess from the underworld

Chapter 563 text 572
The matchmaker stood up, walked around the table slowly, and slid her fingertips across the edge of the table. The seemingly simple action made Ziyan's nerves tense. She kept reminding herself, don't think about it, you are nothing, Don't get confused, but everything is in vain. Perhaps, in her heart, she is no longer the one who just came to this time and space. Yes, it is a load that even she herself does not understand.

Walking in front of Ziyan, everything was quiet, Ziyan could clearly hear everyone's breathing, and she could hear her own very clearly.

"You..." Before Zi Yan could finish speaking, a gust of wind had struck in the back of her head.

what to do?at every turn?Although there is no internal energy, but the fists and feet are still there, Ziyan can feel the movements of the matchmaker, and that is a slap that will undoubtedly kill her. What did I do to make the matchmaker treat me, a person who did not hurt her Let's hit the killer hard, but what about Jiajia?She was right next to him, yet she didn't move at all? !

Zi Yan's body was straightened, she felt the wind of the palm had already brushed her neck, at this moment, a piano sound was suddenly heard.

Like the torrential rain in summer, the ding ding dong dong jumped on the lake, dense and urgent, startled countless red goldfish swimming around, hiding under the lotus leaves, nervously watching the sky where countless silver needles fell.

The gesture stopped there.

A gust of wind blows the falling raindrops all over the place, turning them into the collars of passers-by. The large raindrops turn into sparse drizzles, like fog, which makes people caught off guard, but intoxicated Inside, it is like an ancient Jiangnan ancient town, stepping on a large slate that has experienced wind and frost, a very quiet and peaceful emotion surged into my heart, holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person was lost in the misty drizzle.

The matchmaker left her hand from Ziyan's neck, walked to a chair next to Ziyan as if nothing had happened, sat down naturally, picked up the teacup, and drank it in one gulp. Sweat.

The sound of the zither turned slowly, Zi Yan turned her head to Huai Wei, she was playing the qin with both hands as if no one else was there, flicking her fingertips lightly, completely intoxicated in her own music world.

Zi Yan listened carefully and realized why she was so familiar. This piece was the first piece that Ziyan learned since she started playing the guqin, and it was the most popular piece in "Fengming".

(End of this chapter)