There are still two pink tickets left. With these two, I will be on the PK list and ask for votes.

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Chen Rong's steps seemed leisurely, but in fact he walked very quickly. When the Pingwu monk and the solemn chased him out, she had already arrived at the main courtyard.

People come and go here, and there are traffic. How dare Pingwu, monk and old man shout? They can only speed up their pace and try to secretly dissuade Chen Rong.

At this moment, the banquet had been held for two hours. The bright moon in the sky had already hung in the sky. The night wind blew, and the cold air was blowing. I think it would take another half an hour to disperse the banquet.

Chen Rong lowered her head. When she came out, she deliberately threw some pink on her face, making her face a little pale. Her whole body was slightly less colorful, and she had a charming look.

Chen Rong came outside the main courtyard. Seeing Pingye and the others approaching, he ordered without looking back: "Prepare me apart."

"Girl!"

"Go quickly!"

"But the girl—"

Hearing the two behind him unwillingly advised, Chen Rong sighed inwardly and couldn't help but explain: "Old, old man, I have heard of it today from my uncle. The family wants to give me to the King of Nanyang as a concubine."

As soon as she said this, the two of them pressed their mouths at the same time and let out a low voice.

Fortunately, the place where the three of them stood was under the shadow of a tree, so it would not attract much attention.

Chen Rong smiled bitterly and said, "I think you have heard that there are hundreds of beauties of all kinds in the backyard of King Nanyang, and he is still making up for it every day! After entering his courtyard, my life is over." She sighed and shouted, "Get back, I have my own opinions on everything."

"Yes, but."

"Don't say it again, think about it, why have I made a wrong decision in the past few months?"

This made sense. The two looked at each other and stepped back.

After a while, Pingwu brought a collapsed table and placed it under the big tree.

Chen Rong raised his head and stared at the brightly lit hall. There were bursts of laughter and singing and dancing. The people there were all gods and immortals, and they seemed to have no worries. They would never have the same worries as hers.

Chen Rong lowered his eyes and slowly knelt on the collapse.

Then, she raised her hands slightly.

Then, a series of sounds of piano like flowing water mixed in the autumn wind and rose slowly.

The sound of the piano is faint and swaying, like the sorrow of spring, floating lightly and rolling away. Except for leaving a ray of itching in the heart, there is no news.

Gradually, the sound of the piano turned long and it flew in the sky, crossed layers of white clouds, and crossed the changing fields. Suddenly, a figure entered its eyes. From then on, the soul was helpless, and the heart was old in the end of this life...

Chen Rong played the "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" by Sima Xiangru who was in love with Zhuo Wenjun. It was just because of different experiences that the sound of her piano added seven points of unreachable melancholy and three parts of the river to look at each other, and she was invincible when she was invincible.

Such melancholy and panic brings this spring-long courtship song to life with three separate sorrows, three separate hatreds, and three sludge to look up at the white clouds.

Just as Chen Rong's piano sound came out, the noise in the hall was still there. Gradually, the wisps of piano sound slowly penetrated into the noisy and laughter, and slowly became the main theme.

Slowly, one or two people walked out and they looked along the sound of the piano.

Slowly, more and more people walked out of the hall, and the low laughter and guidance began to hang together as the sound of the piano floated.

Chen Rong didn't feel anything about all this.

She just lowered her head intently, stroking her bare hands on the strings, and there was a sorrow between her eyebrows and eyes. In the silver light that emanated all over the ground, her delicate and bright face looked a little pale, and this paleness reflected a bit of youthful love in her tender yellow and lilac.

Under the moonlight, the leaves were depressed, blocking her beautiful little face.

Chen Wei widened his eyes and stared at the person playing the piano under the tree in disbelief. He stared at her, just like the girls around her, laughed out loud.

"Oh my God, isn't this Pingcheng Arong? Why did she come to play "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix"?"

"Hehe, it's really fun."

"I don't know who she is playing for?"

"Yes, I wonder which husband she fell in love with?"

"No matter which husband is, as her identity, she can only express her feelings so melancholy."

Amid the laughter, the noise, and the discussion replaced all the music of sheng, singing and dancing.

More and more people stood in the courtyard, and more and more young children walked out and looked at the lonely shadow playing under the tree.

Before I knew it, the laughter was getting smaller and smaller.

Maybe it is because this person who plays is too lonely? It is a loneliness that can never get what you love, a loneliness that is always alone and dares to hide in the distant corner and look at his lover.

What kind of pain is there in this world that is better than thirst and cannot be obtained, and thinking but not daring to get close to it?

Listening to the increasing noise outside, the fat and swollen Nanyang King turned his head and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

A staff member in his fifties walked to him and smiled and said, "It's a beautiful sister of Chen. I don't know which family he fell in love with, but he was playing the phoenix and asking for the phoenix."

The King of Nanyang smiled and said happily, "There is such a thing? This is a beautiful and elegant thing! Let's take a look." He turned around and shouted, "Qilang, let's go together." He cried out, and laughed dryly, "It turns out that Qilang has gone long ago."

The staff member smiled and said, "That's right, Qilang is a handsome young man. When encountering such elegant and erotic events, how can you not be curious?"

"Don't talk anymore, go and have a look."

“Yes, yes.”

With the support of his aides, the King of Nanyang walked out slowly in his eight-character steps. With the help of everyone, he came behind Wang Hong and saw him staring at the courtyard. The King of Nanyang laughed and said, "What kind of beauty is it that Qilang is so crazy about it?"

After saying that, he turned his head and looked along the sound of the piano.

At this time, the King of Nanyang was stunned. He stared at Chen Rong without a moment, and asked the staff who supported him: "This girl is so gorgeous. Is Chen's sister-in-law?"

The staff member was thin and thin, in his fifties, and was also a hungry ghost in his lust. He understood his thoughts. He heard this and leaned over and whispered: "She is not only the sister-in-law of Chen, but also the sister-in-law Wang Qilang asked about when he was in the banquet just now!"

"really?"

"Don't dare to deceive the prince."

"Okay, okay." The King of Nanyang laughed, turned his head, and looked at Chen Rong seriously. The more he looked, the brighter his eyes became.

Seeing this, the staff member stroked the three wisps of rat beards on his jaw and smiled: "This little sister is better than the singer in the banquet just now. The prince is now blessed." He approached the King of Nanyang again and whispered: "At the banquet just now, Chen Yuan mentioned this little sister to his subordinates. He also said that if the prince likes it, he can send someone at any time."
Chapter completed!