Chapter 1203 (1/2)

Ye Qian's talent is not comparable to ordinary people. This comes from the memory of ancient times and the endless inheritance of fairyland. To say that ye Qian is a man who can lift his pen to make peace in the world, and that he can set heaven and earth on the horse with martial arts, it is not too much for him.

Ye Qian is a good cook, but he is not inferior to playing the piano.

That Zheng Zheng Qin sound sometimes slow, sometimes urgent, it is simply three days of lingering sound.

However, listening to the continuous sound of the piano, Liu Mingmei was sitting in her position, and her beautiful eyes looked around for a while before she said, ”what a beautiful melody, just...”

”But why am I so familiar with the melody?”

When Liu Mingmei feels emotion and doubt, ye Qian's voice with magnetism suddenly rings out in the box.

”Along the long river, the road is long, the snow is long and honest. Miaomiao is weak, I am firm, vast mountains and rivers are fragrant with peonies... ”

A sound of elegant piano sound accompanied by Ye Qian's magnetic voice constantly intrudes into Liu Mingmei's eardrum. At the moment, Liu Mingmei, that beautiful face, is more and more confused.

”The sound, the sound of the piano, so familiar, so familiar, as if, as if in a dream, had met before...” Liu Mingmei murmured to herself, listening to the familiar music, but she could not remember when and where she had heard the sound.

Slightly narrowed her eyes, at the moment, Liu Mingmei feels that she has been out of reality, but into a void dream.

In the dream, the man with white clothes like snow and God Jun is playing the piano under the tree, while he is dancing in a pale pink Palace Dress among the peonies, which makes Liu Mingmei very familiar, but also feels strange.

”Where is this, and who am I?”

Liu Mingmei subconsciously keeps asking herself.

Stop dancing, Liu Mingmei looks at the man under the tree. But for a moment, Liu Mingmei can't see the man's face clearly. She just hears him calling his name: ”Lingyu, Lingyu...”

Liu Mingmei, the whole person is a burst of what dull, said to herself: ”feather? Who is Lingyu

At this moment, on Liu Mingmei's white ankle, the peony like tattoo is constantly shining, the light is constantly blooming, showing endless fragrance.

And outside the hall, blue caier and Ling long are curiously staring at this scene.

LAN cai'er's face seemed to be a little anxious. He turned his head and looked at Ling long and said, ”sister butterfly dance, this is, this is...”

At the same time, LAN cai'er's expression showed a completely unbelievable appearance.

And Ling long praised and said: ”heaven is a genius, ups and downs worthy of being the first immortal in the nine realms, the genius of genius. I didn't expect that he could break the seal of Lingyu with a piano sound and a love poem. This... ”

Hearing Linglong's words, LAN caier's face first showed a trace of joy, but soon changed into a burst of tension: ”broken seal? Sister butterfly dance, do you mean sister Lingyu is going to break the seal? Will she be in danger? Shall we help her