Chapter 978 (1/2)

After she got on the carriage and said goodbye to her mother, the emperor was merciless and sacrificed her daughter to become a Royal Princess for the great cause of thousands of years. What she ushered in was the marriage that could not be ruled by her own.

The road from Beijing is far away, she opened the curtain lonely, she looked at the eagle flying along the way, the fish under the water, she looked at the wind, the rain and the clouds, everything was more free than her.

”So far away, the moon is short of flowers! Hand persistent farewell cup, eyes pavilion with parting tears. Just now, take care of yourself and stop. It's too painful to give up! ”

Shen Miao's tears slowly flow down.

She was born with elegant and dignified skin, white as jade. Under the light, her hands were plucked. But when she saw tears, it was clear that she had a cold look, but she seemed to have endless pain. She couldn't talk about it. She couldn't sing. Her eyes were black and white. The more clear she was, the more painful she was. However, she became more and more like a flower in the rain, trembling, which made people want to take care of her.

All the people in the room who sang were speechless and choked, and their eyes were red. They felt that their hearts were choked, but there was no more joy in Li Mei's dancing.

However, the strings suddenly turned and the sound was so fast that she had to sharpen her lyrics.

”Mistaking the monarch, profiteering and dictatorship, opening rivers to change the source of disaster, abusive official law, heavy criminal law, and people's resentment. People eat people, and have seen? A thief is an official and an official is a thief. He is a fool and a virtuous man. What a pity

”It's better to see with your own eyes the collapse of this building, and it will become rubble. It has been 50 years since its rise and fall

Her eyebrows and eyes are cold and sharp, her voice is weeping and crying, as if she is talking about a past. Then his eyes covered up the murder, filled with resentment and uncertainty, flew toward the sitting Ye Mei's sister and brother.

After all, Wan Yu never played this piece to Fu Xiuyi completely. Shen Miao finished the rest of the song. In the cold palace, she played the broken string to herself. The first half is wan Yu's plea, the second half is her complaint. The night went on, but those people couldn't hear.

Now here, listen! Listen! Have you ever been familiar with this tune? Has there ever been a trace of chills?