Genius Maiden Transmigrates: The Empress of Weapons

The treetops on the moon, the piano sounds are grieving, and the drumming sound also echoes.

Piano sound is fast, drum sound is slow;

The sound of the piano is gentle, but the drum sound is like rain hitting the plantain.

The person who plays the piano is the blue luan, and the drummer is naturally the soul boy.

Although he didn't understand ancient music, it didn't affect the spirit boy to make trouble, and he succeeded in dispersing and dispersing the vicious mood that Qingluan wanted to express. [

This night, tranquility came early.

Just as the drums were played, the entire palace became quiet.

Xuanyuan Yao took a long sigh of relief and twisted his eyebrows, "If this witch plays again, my heart will be broken."

Auspiciously he looked up strangely and said, "The emperor is really sentimental. The temperament is a little bit sad, and you will even blend into it and be there."

"I don't know why, Ping Suli really doesn't like to listen to this tangled piece of music, but recently there is always a feeling of wanting to stop." The mood drifts with the piano sound, and every month when the moon is in the sky, I look forward to the piano sound. The sound of the sound is crazy.

Xuan Yuanyao's face was a little wrong, and auspiciousness was alert, "Emperor, is your expression painful, is your body uncomfortable?"

"Neither, I feel very tired, I want to go to a place where no one is like a little fox, no matter how early or late, I will live forever, but things in the world are always unpredictable, even as an emperor The helplessness of control, what is the final outcome of this battle, and how is it different from the dawn of life, the emperor is changed, the life is unchanged, as long as you can live a good life, who cares who is sitting on the dragon chair "The more I said, the more sad I felt under my heart. Xuanyuan hugged the auspicious waist and buried his head deeply in her soft chest. After smelling the familiar body fragrance, her mood gradually settled down.

There was a trace of doubt in the eyes, and the auspicious voice was surprisingly gentle, "Emperor, you are tired, I will help you to go to bed."