Fairy, Please Take Care of Yourself

The sound was extremely short, and I was caught up. I couldn't hear it for a moment, but I was familiar with it subconsciously, and I didn't know if it was an illusion. Qin Yi didn't have any thoughts at this time. The whole hall's eyes were watching him ...

An An felt that if he was standing by and watched by a group of people, it might be soaked with cold sweat, but Mr. stood still quietly, with a straight figure and calm eyes, and could not feel the slightest confusion.

The prisoner's look was slightly strange. After watching Qin Yi for a while, he whispered in a low voice: "Although the blood of the father and **** ... although weak ... where did it come from?"

Qin Yi laughed: "If the king is interested, we will discuss it in detail afterwards? Is n’t the concert more important now?"

The prisoner showed a smile and said, "It makes sense."

Everyone was amazed.

Just passed by?

Doesn't matter if he doesn't kneel?

The prison cow said lightly: "People in Divine China do not follow the etiquette of the sea. The blood of the Father and God does not worship the body of the son and daughter. Sit."

The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and even some people could finally hear the sound of sighing.

The power of nothing, the power of the king, even if it shows nothing, can naturally make his subjects extremely depressed. I really don't know how this Divine man can talk easily with a look ...

It is these two sentences that made Qin Yi's impression of this fat house cowboy instantly countless times better. It makes sense that A Zhai, not Weifu, is not bad. Afterwards, you can make friends and exchange your thoughts.

He sat back and waited for the concert to begin.

An An quietly yanked his sleeve and whispered, "Sir, you are so bold."

Qin Yi smiled: "I admire you even more. A Zhai, who is so good at talking, was irritated by your rollers, and you are no one."

An An was extremely embarrassed, and for a long time he asked a little curiously, "Mr. has never actually kneeled?"

Qin Yidao: "Yes."

An An Qi said: "When?"

Qin Yi looked expressionless at the front: "While in bed with your sister-in-law."

"Well." An An blushed and stopped talking.

But listening to an old turtle on the edge of the throne said: "The king ’s concert is held every few years, and everyone is familiar with the rules, so it goes without saying. Still the old rules, everyone plays music in turn, as long as it is related to music , Whether it's an instrument, singing, dancing, or any combination. Or show skills, or something new, not demanding, and there is no ranking. There is only one, not perfunctory. "

Qin Yi nodded, this really loves music, just for music, it has nothing to do with anything else. What I imagined before was to make the hundreds of people flatter, or to injustice others ... At least they didn't mean this, just to enjoy the music of various ethnic groups. Of course, there is a flattering heart for each race, and there is also a secret competition with each other to win the favor of the king. This is another matter.

It ’s not surprising that An An turned into a ground roller, which was obviously regarded as “perfunctory”. It did n’t surprise you that the prisoner was offended. People did n’t ask you to perform well. No rehearsal, not perfunctory ...

God knows that An An is really not perfunctory, just that virtue. I just don't know if I can perform a little better after my special training for opening clamshells ...

The races are already performing in turn.

The first female appearance was the Snail Girl, who was particularly confident in this regard.

Qin Yi also felt that their conch sound was really nice and their skills were extremely superb, almost like the way. It's just a bit regrettable that it is still monotonous to use conch only. If you haven't heard it a few times like yourself, it will feel very good, but you can listen to you for tens of thousands of years like a prison cow. What else do you feel?

Sure enough, the prisoner was sitting on a chair, and the faucet leaned on the back of the chair to close his eyes and listened. At first, he heard his head shaking his head and listened quite admirably, but afterwards, he inevitably sighed softly and felt a little disappointed.

She didn't show any performance. When the snail girl finished blowing, she nodded and said, "Nice, rewarding."

The snail girl was glad to follow the old turtle to receive the reward, and did not know what it was. Then the familiar Siren began to sing.

Singing can actually express more than a single instrument. Siren's singing voice is even more famous in the world. It is a top singer in any era. Unfortunately, they still lack them.

Song of the Siren, tends to temptation, or sorrow, sorrow, and so on. Better images are also miss, quiet, vast, this category. Don't expect any joyous songs to be sung in the mouth of the sea monster, nor can you expect to sing about the beautiful rivers and mountains. These properties are not related to the sea monster at all.

Although there are many races in the sea, after tens of thousands of years, their stuff is really tired of prison cattle.

As one group after another performed, Qin Yi settled in his heart. His ensemble with An An may not be technically enough, but the image of double butterfly flower dance is indeed lacking in the sea, and it can definitely be used a bit. It is not necessary to consider this performance as a show, in this atmosphere, it is more intense to discuss with the various ethnic groups. Obviously, after entering the atmosphere, others also have a sense of consultation.

Such a long-term influence, in fact, most races have their own hobbies in music, not to mention prisoners, and others are looking forward to what new products of various races have. Since there is no ranking, there is no tearing. Once entering the atmosphere, this is all the music exchange meeting of various ethnic groups.

It's just obvious that the prisoner's look is getting more and more disappointed, and he almost starts to sigh.

Everyone's standards are not low-minded, nor are they unconscious, but they are really tired.

A whistle of flute fluttered, like a Foshan wind, the fresh floral fragrance faintly spread, and there were birds singing in the air.

Just the first note excites everyone in the field.

Everyone turned to see where Diyin came from, and saw the man in Tsing Yi who was not kneeling just now. He stood up again, playing the flute on his lips, the notes were sent lightly, and his temperament was dusty.

A butterfly passed through the flowers, dancing up and down, cheerful and relaxed.

After listening to the flute, the prisoner could not help turning his head, as if to see who was behind him. After half a turn, he held back again, his eyes were very surprised.

This technique, the whole theory of music and the people behind the screen ... completely in the same vein.

Another whistle sounded, and another butterfly chased behind him. An An began to reconcile.

"Flurry", planted in flowers.

Qin Yi twitched his cheeks.

Everyone: "..."

Prisoner: "..."

An An's face rose red, and she glanced at Qin Yi's expression in a panic. Qin Yi shook his head slightly, signalling that he should not be nervous, and the flute sound became more gentle.

As if the butterfly flying on the flower stretched its wings and pulled the one down.

After pulling it, the butterfly still rolled under the flower.

"Well ..." someone laughed.

The prison cow also laughed, this An An ... Last time I came to roll, this time to sell cute?

But anyway, it still brings unprecedented novelty to it.

Very interesting flute, even if the butterfly rolls, it is also interesting.

Not only was he angry when he saw the prisoner, but he was laughing. An An settled in his heart, and his courage gradually strengthened, and his performance became much normal. I have to say that the recent training of opening clam shells is still very useful. Her acceptance of onlookers has been better than before by more than one level, and her attitude has calmed down so quickly.

The big butterfly above got into the flowers and extended its wings to the little butterfly again. The little butterfly took it up and happily flew out. The two butterflies danced on the flowers, and the flowers and flowers of the cheerful and cheerful birds spread all over the hall.

In the joy, there was a lingering affection, and the small butterfly chased the big butterfly in love, flying around, and reluctantly.

The prison cow heard his head bowed, and the fun in the music had already got its taste. It was very good to say that ... he was in the music, but suddenly felt the murderous spirit came from behind him.

The prisoner blinked and said nothing.

A song is ending.

There was thunderous applause in the temple.

It's not that he plays so cleverly. In terms of skill alone, he is inferior to everyone. An An is at most passing. However, the meaning of this fresh butterfly dance in the mountains is totally different from the images of the various ethnic groups in the sea, and it has brought unprecedented new ideas to everyone.

Listening to the applause from around ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ An'an was very happy, and looked at Qin Yi around with a smile, her eyes soft.

But Qin Yi froze at this moment, and the flute on his lips forgot to put down.

For a moment, it seemed to feel murderous? A familiar murderous kind, like ... like ...

At this moment, the sound of gritted teeth came after the screen: "I know that the little girl, the flute skill is not as good as ten years ago. If you compare yourself with the retreat into the mud! This is the worst part of this concert ! Hurry them out and see upset! "

Qin Yi's face was all green.

The prisoner held out a pair of short hands, and touched his chin to look at Qin Yi, and said, "Maybe everyone thought that this concert is the practice of the king ... Actually, this meeting was organized by Wang Shangqing for her to collect Voices of hundreds of people. So ... now that she says so ... "

The feather guards who were supposed to fork out looked at each other and were at a loss.

"Wait, wait!" Qin Yi shouted, "Sister, listen to me!"