When Qin Yin escaped from the Jing Pavilion for the thousandth time, the golden-winged phoenix hairpin in her hair broke three black hairs. She ignored her appearance and jumped onto the cloud corridor with her scarlet skirt. Behind her came Wen Quxingjun's angrily shouting: "Emperor Ji! There are still twenty-seven volumes left in "The General History of the Three Realms"——"
"I'll carry it again tomorrow!"
The girl's voice mixed with the clouds and disappeared in the nine-layered wind. She turned the seventy-two winding jade steps with ease, and the golden abacus hidden in her sleeve jingled. This is her latest magical weapon, which can accurately calculate the time difference for each Star Lord to arrive at the Sutra Pavilion.
When the fifth golden bead of the abacus slid to the left, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped. There is the sound of a piano rising from the depths of the sea of clouds, like a silver fish leaping out of the mirror lake, splashing flowers and rain all over the sky. She had never heard such a piece of music before. It was neither "Nine Shao" for sacrificial purposes nor "Liu Xia" for banquets. Rather, it was as if someone was spreading the stars with their hands and letting the starlight flow freely on the strings.
She followed the sound as if by mistake.
Qing Yan already knew someone was listening. He deliberately played three notes of "Floating World Tune" wrong, but the person didn't shyly correct him like the usual fairies. The gold pendant with dragon pattern on the jade crown swayed slightly with the movement, casting tiny spots of light on the body of the white jade piano. It wasn't until the end of the song that he raised his eyes casually: "Eavesdroppers will have to pay——"
The second half of the words stuck in his throat. Deep in the clouds stood a girl in red, with almond-shaped eyes and red lips. The phoenix hairpin in her hair reflected the rising sun. Her whole figure was like a burning fire. The most terrible thing is the black iron token hanging on her waist, which is engraved with the phoenix pattern of the Emperor of Heaven's family.
"What do you want to pay?" The girl tilted her head and approached. When the red dress swept across the piano case, he smelled the scent of hibiscus flowers mixed with the fragrance of ink.
Qing Yan suddenly felt his breath tightening. He pretended to be calm and took out the jade flute from his waist, and casually used one end of the jade flute to lift the chin of the girl in front of him: "I have to pay... A secret."
Purpose: Big people will also care about the sufferings of small people in life