Chapter 862 (1/2)

Luoji raises eyebrows. She's playing high mountains and flowing water, too?

The mountains and rivers are quiet, but the spring water is gurgling, which is believed to be 18000 miles away. Chang'e of the Moon Palace plays the piano and builds it.

The melody pauses properly, and the aura is formed by itself. It's leisurely and deep. It's clear like splashing jade and trembling like a dragon chanting.

Luoji closed her eyes and recalled the scene when she first saw Yuandao. The first song he asked her to play was the mountain and the water.

When she played, he read an old poem on one side, which is still fresh in his memory.

A few times, the end of the music, calendar mountain side, still from the fumigating wind.

The guests outside the gate bring their harps and meet again.

High and low, falling wild geese startle the goose.

Afraid of pining, wake up the beauty to sleep, the guest son spring thick.

Any leisure worry thousands of wisps, also do not understand the languid.

Jiao Tong, who is not a young man in the middle of China, is only buried under the sun.

Stop worrying about it, raise the level of peace and widowhood, and transfer to another palace.

A curtain of water dissolves in autumn and a bottle of wine is empty.

Lazy listening to Pipa River, tears wet lotus.

I'm looking forward to meeting you again in yehang. (excerpted from ”Lyric exercise”)

She meditates in her heart, the past is repeated, the clear tears drop down, and the bitterness is hard to say.

At the end of the song, Luoji opened her eyes. There was no trace of tears in her eyes. She covered her worries and smiled. She stood up and bowed to qirongyue. ”Miaoyin Tiancheng, a song in the ear, has a lot of experience. Luoji thanked the princess here.”