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Xie Heng still smiled on his lips, "ah Jiu?"
Wen Jiu's eyes were as black as ink. He pinched them in the palm of his hand, suddenly got up and looked at the first man: "I'm sorry to bother the Lord so many days."
Everyone looked at her during the dinner: what the fuck are you going to do?
As soon as she stood up, the officers and soldiers under the stage stood in place and dared not move. The LORD said that they would take it quietly these days.
What's the matter with this turtle in a jar always jumping up and looking for trouble?
Zhao Lidao: "shopkeeper Wen, you're welcome..."
I didn't have time to say the second half.
Wen Jiu continued, "let me play a Pipa for the prince."
The expressions on their faces were colorful: "..."
Everyone under the stage is ready. The man surnamed Wen doesn't catch him well. He doesn't run. He wants to play the pipa on the spot.
The young man on her side raised his eyebrows and smiled, without any consciousness of being in prison.
Xie Heng's words made warm wine grow a bit of wisdom in a hurry.
The musicians are much closer to Zhao Li than the last seat. If they really start later, with the speed of Xie Heng and ye Zhiqiu, they may have a chance to start first.
Anyway, it's better than sitting here waiting for death.
Rao is Zhao Li, who has seen countless human spirits, and doesn't know what Wenjiu and Xie Xiaoyan want to do now.
That's what I said.
Naturally, it's hard to refuse.
Zhao Li hugged his beloved concubine and raised his hand, "since shopkeeper Wen is so elegant, please."
Wen Jiu hasn't figured out how to open his mouth and take all the people to the front.
One side of Ye Zhiqiu followed up, "it's boring to play only the pipa. I can play drums."
Xie Xuan got up and took out a white jade flute from his sleeve. He didn't say anything, but the meaning was very obvious.
"I've been learning zither for ten years." lianjiang has no time to stand up.
Wen Jiu raised his eyes and said with a smile, "if so, let's play an ensemble to thank the king of Nanning for his hospitality these days."
Zhao Li thought for a moment, "shopkeeper Wen is really interesting."
Wen Jiu said with a smile, "the Lord is fallacious."
Zhao qingluan sneered: "the bird with broken wings is dying."
Warm wine as if you didn't hear it. Who makes this someone else's territory.
Now it seems that people are sure to win, and they are the fish slaughtered by the board.
On his side, Xie Heng said with a smile, "how about I dance another sword?"
At the banquet, everyone turned white when they heard the speech.
Zhao Li's tone was cool for seven or eight points, "it's good."
Wen Jiu looked back at Xie Heng.
Little Yama sword dance?
I don't know if these people will faint on the spot.
The warm wine group went from the last seat to the middle of the flying flower platform. During the banquet, the faces of the people changed and changed. Dozens of dancers retreated on both sides, and the water sleeve lights flew together, one after another standing beside Zhao Li.
The musicians also got up and gave way.
Ye Zhiqiu kicked the last big drum into the air. It took three or four people to lift it. The big drum cast a large shadow, and the nearby seats were almost scared to jump.
The dark skinned boy raised his right hand, supported the big drum, then put it on the ground, played with the drumstick in one hand, and knocked on the big drum.
The sound can shake the sky.
Ye Zhiqiu saw that everyone covered their ears and said with a smile, "this is good, loud enough!"
Wen Jiu smiled, picked up his pipa, tuned it twice, and sat down on the chair beside Ye Zhiqiu.
The third childe is on her right. Under the heavy lights, the jade like man has slightly lowered his eyes, and the white jade flute has been put to his lips.
On the edge is Jiang wucai. The zither covers a large area. She wears a maid's dress and sits there, but it is full of the dignified color of a young lady.
The hand has been pressed on the string.
Only the young man in red stood in the center of the stage with his hands down. He had no sword in his hands, but he was still calm.
Zhao Li said, "it's a good festival. It's not good to dance swords and swords, qingluan."
Zhao qingluan, who was on his side, got up, folded a wood Hibiscus on the side, threw it into the center of the stage, raised his chin and said, "since it's dance, you can use flowers. You can use a dance gun to make a sword."
She said that.
During the dinner, everyone was obviously relieved.
The little Yama said it was a sword dance. Who knows who he was planning to cut. It's a terrible thing. Let's save it.
Zhao Li's sons agreed with each other with a smile, "Dancing Flower, what sword does such a little white face take? It's an insult to my big Yan swordsman!"
"If you have such a face, you can only serve people with color?"
"Why didn't qingluan start? She was raised by others?"
Everyone burst into laughter. Only the youngest Zhao Qingfeng didn't speak and drank tea slowly.
Xie Heng flew around and caught the hibiscus.
The boy holding the flower stood in the center of the stage, looked back and smiled slowly at Wen wine.
Warm wine, but even the heart is in pain. When the fingertips brush the strings, there is a little more anger.
Those incompetent people who only dare to lock in the turtle shell have no right to make fun of Xie Heng?
I dare not even let him take the sword!
A wood Hibiscus really regards Xie Xiaoyan as the actor of the dance?
The sound of Pipa startled the flying flower platform, and the sound of golden and iron horses suddenly burst. The murderous spirit overflowed and drove people's hearts.
It is completely different from the mild and good surface of warm wine.
She flicked her fingers so fast that she could only see the shadow under the light.
Ye Zhiqiu on her side was infected by her anger. He beat the drum and joined together. Xie Heng and Jiang Wuqi's Flute and zither merged with each other.
The people were frightened and stared at Xie Xiaoyan's every move.
But he saw that the young man's eyes had been on the warm wine, and he didn't give it to others at all.
Xie Heng gave birth to a pair of amber eyes with light pupil color. He looked at a person with such concentration as if he had given her thousands of deep feelings.
Warm wine flicked like a flying finger. As soon as he raised his eyes and bumped into the bottom of the boy's eyes, he involuntarily opened his lips and sang, "you're forcing people to come. It's not free. It's difficult to close the dragon and Phoenix.
The whole hall is full of flowers, and three thousand guests are drunk. One sword frosts fourteen states! "
Xie Heng waved the flowers like a sword. With a gentle pick, he lifted the lights on the stage straight into the air. He flew up, his clothes flying, turned around, the flower branches waved in a circle, more than a dozen lanterns whirled in a circle, and the lights went out clearly.
Behind the young man was the bright moon like a plate, and the night was like ink. The moonlight shrouded the whole flying flower platform, which lined the young man in red like a fire into an unparalleled shape.
Countless Kongming lanterns rocked up in the air, the shadows of trees around the flying flower platform shook, and countless people's footsteps were covered by the sound of music. The officers and soldiers surrounded the place layer by layer.
The archer is hidden in the dark. The arrow is on the string and ready to go.
The song is flying, and the night wind is distracted.
"The drum horn reveals the sky, the air is cold, the wind is surging, and the sea and mountains are autumn. The southeast is always the golden pillar. Who envies the thousands of families at that time?" when Wen wine sang the last sentence, Zhao Li suddenly threw a cup to the ground. The young man in red who carried the lamp and looked back suddenly flew up, picked a wood hibiscus and flew out. Before the wine cup fell to the ground, he smashed it.
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Xie Heng still smiled on his lips, "ah Jiu?"
Wen Jiu's eyes were as black as ink. He pinched them in the palm of his hand, suddenly got up and looked at the first man: "I'm sorry to bother the Lord so many days."
Everyone looked at her during the dinner: what the fuck are you going to do?
As soon as she stood up, the officers and soldiers under the stage stood in place and dared not move. The LORD said that they would take it quietly these days.
What's the matter with this turtle in a jar always jumping up and looking for trouble?
Zhao Lidao: "shopkeeper Wen, you're welcome..."
I didn't have time to say the second half.
Wen Jiu continued, "let me play a Pipa for the prince."
The expressions on their faces were colorful: "..."
Everyone under the stage is ready. The man surnamed Wen doesn't catch him well. He doesn't run. He wants to play the pipa on the spot.
The young man on her side raised his eyebrows and smiled, without any consciousness of being in prison.
Xie Heng's words made warm wine grow a bit of wisdom in a hurry.
The musicians are much closer to Zhao Li than the last seat. If they really start later, with the speed of Xie Heng and ye Zhiqiu, they may have a chance to start first.
Anyway, it's better than sitting here waiting for death.
Rao is Zhao Li, who has seen countless human spirits, and doesn't know what Wenjiu and Xie Xiaoyan want to do now.
That's what I said.
Naturally, it's hard to refuse.
Zhao Li hugged his beloved concubine and raised his hand, "since shopkeeper Wen is so elegant, please."
Wen Jiu hasn't figured out how to open his mouth and take all the people to the front.
One side of Ye Zhiqiu followed up, "it's boring to play only the pipa. I can play drums."
Xie Xuan got up and took out a white jade flute from his sleeve. He didn't say anything, but the meaning was very obvious.
"I've been learning zither for ten years." lianjiang has no time to stand up.
Wen Jiu raised his eyes and said with a smile, "if so, let's play an ensemble to thank the king of Nanning for his hospitality these days."
Zhao Li thought for a moment, "shopkeeper Wen is really interesting."
Wen Jiu said with a smile, "the Lord is fallacious."
Zhao qingluan sneered: "the bird with broken wings is dying."
Warm wine as if you didn't hear it. Who makes this someone else's territory.
Now it seems that people are sure to win, and they are the fish slaughtered by the board.
On his side, Xie Heng said with a smile, "how about I dance another sword?"
At the banquet, everyone turned white when they heard the speech.
Zhao Li's tone was cool for seven or eight points, "it's good."
Wen Jiu looked back at Xie Heng.
Little Yama sword dance?
I don't know if these people will faint on the spot.
The warm wine group went from the last seat to the middle of the flying flower platform. During the banquet, the faces of the people changed and changed. Dozens of dancers retreated on both sides, and the water sleeve lights flew together, one after another standing beside Zhao Li.
The musicians also got up and gave way.
Ye Zhiqiu kicked the last big drum into the air. It took three or four people to lift it. The big drum cast a large shadow, and the nearby seats were almost scared to jump.
The dark skinned boy raised his right hand, supported the big drum, then put it on the ground, played with the drumstick in one hand, and knocked on the big drum.
The sound can shake the sky.
Ye Zhiqiu saw that everyone covered their ears and said with a smile, "this is good, loud enough!"
Wen Jiu smiled, picked up his pipa, tuned it twice, and sat down on the chair beside Ye Zhiqiu.
The third childe is on her right. Under the heavy lights, the jade like man has slightly lowered his eyes, and the white jade flute has been put to his lips.
On the edge is Jiang wucai. The zither covers a large area. She wears a maid's dress and sits there, but it is full of the dignified color of a young lady.
The hand has been pressed on the string.
Only the young man in red stood in the center of the stage with his hands down. He had no sword in his hands, but he was still calm.
Zhao Li said, "it's a good festival. It's not good to dance swords and swords, qingluan."
Zhao qingluan, who was on his side, got up, folded a wood Hibiscus on the side, threw it into the center of the stage, raised his chin and said, "since it's dance, you can use flowers. You can use a dance gun to make a sword."
She said that.
During the dinner, everyone was obviously relieved.
The little Yama said it was a sword dance. Who knows who he was planning to cut. It's a terrible thing. Let's save it.
Zhao Li's sons agreed with each other with a smile, "Dancing Flower, what sword does such a little white face take? It's an insult to my big Yan swordsman!"
"If you have such a face, you can only serve people with color?"
"Why didn't qingluan start? She was raised by others?"
Everyone burst into laughter. Only the youngest Zhao Qingfeng didn't speak and drank tea slowly.
Xie Heng flew around and caught the hibiscus.
The boy holding the flower stood in the center of the stage, looked back and smiled slowly at Wen wine.
Warm wine, but even the heart is in pain. When the fingertips brush the strings, there is a little more anger.
Those incompetent people who only dare to lock in the turtle shell have no right to make fun of Xie Heng?
I dare not even let him take the sword!
A wood Hibiscus really regards Xie Xiaoyan as the actor of the dance?
The sound of Pipa startled the flying flower platform, and the sound of golden and iron horses suddenly burst. The murderous spirit overflowed and drove people's hearts.
It is completely different from the mild and good surface of warm wine.
She flicked her fingers so fast that she could only see the shadow under the light.
Ye Zhiqiu on her side was infected by her anger. He beat the drum and joined together. Xie Heng and Jiang Wuqi's Flute and zither merged with each other.
The people were frightened and stared at Xie Xiaoyan's every move.
But he saw that the young man's eyes had been on the warm wine, and he didn't give it to others at all.
Xie Heng gave birth to a pair of amber eyes with light pupil color. He looked at a person with such concentration as if he had given her thousands of deep feelings.
Warm wine flicked like a flying finger. As soon as he raised his eyes and bumped into the bottom of the boy's eyes, he involuntarily opened his lips and sang, "you're forcing people to come. It's not free. It's difficult to close the dragon and Phoenix.
The whole hall is full of flowers, and three thousand guests are drunk. One sword frosts fourteen states! "
Xie Heng waved the flowers like a sword. With a gentle pick, he lifted the lights on the stage straight into the air. He flew up, his clothes flying, turned around, the flower branches waved in a circle, more than a dozen lanterns whirled in a circle, and the lights went out clearly.
Behind the young man was the bright moon like a plate, and the night was like ink. The moonlight shrouded the whole flying flower platform, which lined the young man in red like a fire into an unparalleled shape.
Countless Kongming lanterns rocked up in the air, the shadows of trees around the flying flower platform shook, and countless people's footsteps were covered by the sound of music. The officers and soldiers surrounded the place layer by layer.
The archer is hidden in the dark. The arrow is on the string and ready to go.
The song is flying, and the night wind is distracted.
"The drum horn reveals the sky, the air is cold, the wind is surging, and the sea and mountains are autumn. The southeast is always the golden pillar. Who envies the thousands of families at that time?" when Wen wine sang the last sentence, Zhao Li suddenly threw a cup to the ground. The young man in red who carried the lamp and looked back suddenly flew up, picked a wood hibiscus and flew out. Before the wine cup fell to the ground, he smashed it.
Xie Heng still smiled on his lips, "ah Jiu?"Wen Jiu's eyes were as black as ink. He pinched them in the palm of his hand, suddenly got up and looked at the first man: "I'm sorry to bother the Lord so many days."Everyone looked at her during the dinner: what the fuck are you going to do?As soon as she stood up, the officers and soldiers under the stage stood in place and dared not move. The LORD said that they would take it quietly these days.What's the matter with this turtle in a jar always jumping up and looking for trouble?Zhao Lidao: "shopkeeper Wen, you're welcome..."I didn't have time to say the second half.Wen Jiu continued, "let me play a Pipa for the prince."The expressions on their faces were colorful: "..."Everyone under the stage is ready. The man surnamed Wen doesn't catch him well. He doesn't run. He wants to play the pipa on the spot.The young man on her side raised his eyebrows and smiled, without any consciousness of being in prison.Xie Heng's words made warm wine grow a bit of wisdom in a hurry.The musicians are much closer to Zhao Li than the last seat. If they really start later, with the speed of Xie Heng and ye Zhiqiu, they may have a chance to start first.Anyway, it's better than sitting here waiting for death.Rao is Zhao Li, who has seen countless human spirits, and doesn't know what Wenjiu and Xie Xiaoyan want to do now.That's what I said.Naturally, it's hard to refuse.Zhao Li hugged his beloved concubine and raised his hand, "since shopkeeper Wen is so elegant, please."Wen Jiu hasn't figured out how to open his mouth and take all the people to the front.One side of Ye Zhiqiu followed up, "it's boring to play only the pipa. I can play drums."Xie Xuan got up and took out a white jade flute from his sleeve. He didn't say anything, but the meaning was very obvious."I've been learning zither for ten years." lianjiang has no time to stand up.Wen Jiu raised his eyes and said with a smile, "if so, let's play an ensemble to thank the king of Nanning for his hospitality these days."Zhao Li thought for a moment, "shopkeeper Wen is really interesting."Wen Jiu said with a smile, "the Lord is fallacious."Zhao qingluan sneered: "the bird with broken wings is dying."Warm wine as if you didn't hear it. Who makes this someone else's territory.Now it seems that people are sure to win, and they are the fish slaughtered by the board.On his side, Xie Heng said with a smile, "how about I dance another sword?"At the banquet, everyone turned white when they heard the speech.Zhao Li's tone was cool for seven or eight points, "it's good."Wen Jiu looked back at Xie Heng.Little Yama sword dance?I don't know if these people will faint on the spot.The warm wine group went from the last seat to the middle of the flying flower platform. During the banquet, the faces of the people changed and changed. Dozens of dancers retreated on both sides, and the water sleeve lights flew together, one after another standing beside Zhao Li.The musicians also got up and gave way.Ye Zhiqiu kicked the last big drum into the air. It took three or four people to lift it. The big drum cast a large shadow, and the nearby seats were almost scared to jump.The dark skinned boy raised his right hand, supported the big drum, then put it on the ground, played with the drumstick in one hand, and knocked on the big drum.The sound can shake the sky.Ye Zhiqiu saw that everyone covered their ears and said with a smile, "this is good, loud enough!"Wen Jiu smiled, picked up his pipa, tuned it twice, and sat down on the chair beside Ye Zhiqiu.The third childe is on her right. Under the heavy lights, the jade like man has slightly lowered his eyes, and the white jade flute has been put to his lips.On the edge is Jiang wucai. The zither covers a large area. She wears a maid's dress and sits there, but it is full of the dignified color of a young lady.The hand has been pressed on the string.Only the young man in red stood in the center of the stage with his hands down. He had no sword in his hands, but he was still calm.Zhao Li said, "it's a good festival. It's not good to dance swords and swords, qingluan."Zhao qingluan, who was on his side, got up, folded a wood Hibiscus on the side, threw it into the center of the stage, raised his chin and said, "since it's dance, you can use flowers. You can use a dance gun to make a sword."She said that.During the dinner, everyone was obviously relieved.The little Yama said it was a sword dance. Who knows who he was planning to cut. It's a terrible thing. Let's save it.Zhao Li's sons agreed with each other with a smile, "Dancing Flower, what sword does such a little white face take? It's an insult to my big Yan swordsman!""If you have such a face, you can only serve people with color?""Why didn't qingluan start? She was raised by others?"Everyone burst into laughter. Only the youngest Zhao Qingfeng didn't speak and drank tea slowly.Xie Heng flew around and caught the hibiscus.The boy holding the flower stood in the center of the stage, looked back and smiled slowly at Wen wine.Warm wine, but even the heart is in pain. When the fingertips brush the strings, there is a little more anger.Those incompetent people who only dare to lock in the turtle shell have no right to make fun of Xie Heng?I dare not even let him take the sword!A wood Hibiscus really regards Xie Xiaoyan as the actor of the dance?The sound of Pipa startled the flying flower platform, and the sound of golden and iron horses suddenly burst. The murderous spirit overflowed and drove people's hearts.It is completely different from the mild and good surface of warm wine.She flicked her fingers so fast that she could only see the shadow under the light.Ye Zhiqiu on her side was infected by her anger. He beat the drum and joined together. Xie Heng and Jiang Wuqi's Flute and zither merged with each other.The people were frightened and stared at Xie Xiaoyan's every move.But he saw that the young man's eyes had been on the warm wine, and he didn't give it to others at all.Xie Heng gave birth to a pair of amber eyes with light pupil color. He looked at a person with such concentration as if he had given her thousands of deep feelings.Warm wine flicked like a flying finger. As soon as he raised his eyes and bumped into the bottom of the boy's eyes, he involuntarily opened his lips and sang, "you're forcing people to come. It's not free. It's difficult to close the dragon and Phoenix.The whole hall is full of flowers, and three thousand guests are drunk. One sword frosts fourteen states! "Xie Heng waved the flowers like a sword. With a gentle pick, he lifted the lights on the stage straight into the air. He flew up, his clothes flying, turned around, the flower branches waved in a circle, more than a dozen lanterns whirled in a circle, and the lights went out clearly.Behind the young man was the bright moon like a plate, and the night was like ink. The moonlight shrouded the whole flying flower platform, which lined the young man in red like a fire into an unparalleled shape.Countless Kongming lanterns rocked up in the air, the shadows of trees around the flying flower platform shook, and countless people's footsteps were covered by the sound of music. The officers and soldiers surrounded the place layer by layer.The archer is hidden in the dark. The arrow is on the string and ready to go.The song is flying, and the night wind is distracted."The drum horn reveals the sky, the air is cold, the wind is surging, and the sea and mountains are autumn. The southeast is always the golden pillar. Who envies the thousands of families at that time?" when Wen wine sang the last sentence, Zhao Li suddenly threw a cup to the ground. The young man in red who carried the lamp and looked back suddenly flew up, picked a wood hibiscus and flew out. Before the wine cup fell to the ground, he smashed it.
