Madam is the super darling of Lord Quan

The curtain fell in the night

Red, slowly fumigated

sky

It's falling down

Bring

The eye is black without light

Slowly fluttering clouds, are tinged with dazzling blood red

Cold lake

It's a circle of floating silk

It's just the color

It's red with a strong smell of blood

…………

Inside Mufu

stalls

Mu Su Feng said in a low voice: "my nephew has found out this matter. It's true that the second younger brother didn't kill me. Please relax!"

The second master Mu SIPO nodded, "Zichen has worked hard. I'm sorry you've been running around these days!"

"You're welcome. The second brother's business is Zichen's business. Don't feel burdened! What about father and grandmother? "

"They are in the backyard. Go and have a look."

"Good, that son Chen retreated first!"

"Well, go ahead --"

……

backyard

The old lady stared at him and said in a deep voice, "if you want to fight, you can fight. I'd like to see what people in Kyoto say."

The big master Mu Sili helplessly lowered his head, put his hand on the phone, turned the dial, and dialed out the well-known phone

"Dudu..."

"Dudu..."

"Hello, this is the president's residence in Kyoto!"

"Housekeeper Fu, I'm Mu Sili, director of the State Council. Please connect me with the president. My subordinates have something important to report!"

"OK, director of the wood department. I'll connect you right now."

"Dudu..."

"Dudu..."

After a long time, there came a deep voice: "Si Li?"

"Mr. President, subordinates have something important to report to you. It will take you a few minutes!"

"It's OK. You can say it --"

"Yes! What the subordinates want to report is the incident of a sergeant's horse injury in Pingyang city... "

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In the mansion

In the evening

A sound of lute, which is like mu, like complaint, like weeping

Slowly from the wing room

The voice is graceful and melodious, but full of passion that can not be poured out

Listen to the hearts of people, can not help but pull up

Even the birds on the branches

Are not happy like flapping wings fly away

as one can imagine

How lost and helpless is the sound of the zither

With the sound source shuttling

Came to the inner room

See woman plain hand up and down quickly fiddle, the Qin sound then oil ran of burst out

Some of the big strings are as loud as the rain, and the small strings are like whispers

The plain blue cheongsam is covered with a light white wool shawl and black curly hair

Ear, only a bright pearl hairpin don't live, strange dignified and elegant, delicate and gentle

The whole person's temperament is clean and gentle

But the piano sound conveyed by his hands is so melancholy and unclean that it is inexplicable

After a long time

The sound of the piano falls slowly

White slender hands, also can't help falling slowly

The little guy couldn't help but ask: "is my sister unhappy?"

She put away her lute and whispered, "how can ruofeng feel like this?"

"Because my sister's piano sound conveys the meaning of being unhappy!"

She chuckled, "if there is no maple, it's just..."

"Ruofeng thinks life is good now?"

"Sister is to ask, now life, happy or not?"

"What about ruofeng?"

"I don't know. I feel happy and unhappy! What about my sister? "

"I..."