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　　　　 is still short of two pink tickets. With these two tickets, they will be on the PK list and ask for votes.

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　　Chen Rong's steps seem to be laid-back, but they actually walk very fast. When Pingya and Shangsou chased out, she had come to the main court.

　　Here people are coming and going, busy. Where did the monk Pingya dare to shout? They can only speed up their pace, trying to discourage Chen Rong secretly.

　　At this moment, the banquet has been held for two hours. The bright moon of the sky has been hung into the hollow, and the night wind blows, and the coldness strikes people. If you want to come in another half hour, you can feast.

　　Chen Rong lowered her head. When she came out, she put some powder on her face, making her face pale. The color of the whole person is slightly reduced, and there is another beautiful and attractive posture.

　　Chen Rong came outside the main courtyard. Seeing the two approaching, Pingku, without looking back, ordered: "Save me a collapse."

　　 "Girl!"

　　 "Go!"

　　 "But girl--"

　　 Hearing the two behind him unwillingly advised. Chen Rong sighed and couldn't help explaining: "Wo, Sou, I heard about it from my uncle today. The family wants to send me to Nanyang Wang Wei concubine."

　　 When she said this, the two pressed their mouths at the same time and whispered.

　　 Fortunately, the place where the three stood was under the shadow of a tree, and it would not be too noticeable.

　　Chen Rong said with a bitter smile: "You want to come to Nanyang King's backyard, there are hundreds of beautiful women, and he is still making up every day! Entering his courtyard, my life is over." With a long sigh, she shouted: "Retreat, I have my own opinion."

　　 "Yes, but."

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

　　 This is reasonable. The two glanced at each other and backed away.

　　After a while, Ping Yu moved a slump and placed it under the big tree.

　　Chen Rong raised his head, staring staringly at the brightly lit hall, where laughter bursts, singing and dancing rose, and the people inside were all fairies, and seemed to have no trouble. Forever, there will be no troubles like her.

　　Chen Rong lowered his eyes and slowly sat on his knees.

　　 Then she raised her hands slightly.

　　 Then, a series of cloud-like piano sounds, mixed in the wisps of autumn wind, rose slowly.

　　 The sound of the piano is quiet and swaying, just like the spring sadness, fluttering in and out, except for leaving a itch in the heart of the person, there will be no news.

　　 Gradually, the sound of the piano turned into a long sound. It flew between the heavens and the earth, across the layers of white clouds, across the sea and the mulberry fields. Suddenly, a figure entered its eyes. From then on, the soul was helpless and the heart was old at the end of this life. . . . . .

　　Chen Rong played exactly what Sima Xiangru picked Zhuo Wenjun's "Phoenix Phoenix", just because of the different experiences, she added seven unprecedented melancholy to the sound of her piano. Three separate rivers across the river, panic at the time of unparalleled wings.

　　 Such melancholy and panic, gave this spring song of courtship, live with three separation worries, three separate hates, three sludges looking up to the white clouds.

　　 Just when Chen Rong’s piano sound came out, the hustle and bustle in the hall was still there. Gradually, the wisps of piano voice slowly infiltrated into the hustle and bustle of laughter, and slowly became the main theme.

　　 Slowly, one or two people came out, and they looked down the piano.

　　 Slowly, more and more people walked out of the hall, and the lowered giggles and pointing sounds began to join in the sound of the piano.

　　All this, Chen Rong didn't feel it.

　　 She just lowered her head intently, her hands stroking on the strings, with spring worry between her brows and eyes. In the silver light that blew away, her delicate and clear face was slightly pale, and this paleness reflected the youthful sentiment in the tender yellow and purple.

　　 Under the moonlight, the leaves were slack, blocking her beautiful little face from being half bright and half dark.

　　Chen Wei's eyes widened, and the person who fiddled with the tree under the tree was incredulously staring. She was like the girls around her, and she laughed out loud.

　　 "Oh my god, isn't this Pingcheng Arong? Why did she play this "Phoenix Phoenix"?"

　　 "Hee hee, it's really fun."

　　 "I don't know who she played for?"

　　 "Yeah, I don't know which Lang Jun she got in?"

　　 "No matter which Lang Jun, in her capacity, she can only trust her feelings like this."

　　 laughter, hustle and bustle, and the sound of discussion, replaced all of Sheng, music and dance.

　　 More and more people were standing in the courtyard, more and more young children came out, and looked at the lonely shadow played under the tree.

Unconsciously, the laughter is getting smaller and smaller.

　　Maybe it’s because the player is too lonely, right? It is a kind of loneliness that can never be loved. It is a kind of loneliness that always looks like a shadow, only dares to hide in a far corner, and looks away from his sweetheart.

　　What kind of grief in this world is better than thirst but unavailable, and not thinking about it?

　　 Listening to the increasingly loud noise outside, the fat and swollen Nanyang King turned his head and asked curiously, "What happened?"

　　 A staff member in his fifties walked to his side and smiled: "It is a beautiful young aunt of the Chen family, and I don't know which erlang he was in, he is playing Fengqihuang."

　　Nanyang Wang chuckled and said, "There is this thing? This is a beautiful thing! Let's go~IndoMTL.com~ We also go to look at it." He turned around and called, "Qilang, together Go for it." He just screamed, and he laughed, "It turns out that Qilang had already gone."

　　The staff smiled and said: "That is, Qilang is a young boy, how can he not be curious about such elegant things?"

　　 "Stop, let's go and see."

　　 "Yes, yes."

　　With the support of his staff, Nanyang Wang slowly walked out with eight characters. In the crowd's evasion, he came behind Wang Hong and saw him also staring intently at the courtyard. Nanyang Wang ha ha happily said, "What kind of beauty is it that makes Qilang look crazy?"

　　Speaking, he turned his head and looked down the piano.

　　 This view, the Nanyang King was dumbfounded. He stared at Chen Rong in an instant, and asked the staff who supported him: "This girl is beautiful and beautiful, is Chen's aunt?"

　　 The staff was lean and lean, in his fifties. He was also a hungry ghost, and understood his mind. He heard that he leaned over and whispered, "She is not only Chen's aunt, but also the aunt Wang Qilang asked when she was in the middle of the party!"

　　"Really?"

　　 "Dare not deceive the prince."

　　 "Okay, okay." Nanyang Wang smiled, turned his head, and looked at Chen Rong seriously. The more he looked, the brighter his eyes were.

　　The staff saw him, and he stroked the three wisps of his jaws with a smile: "This little aunt, compared to the kabuki in the feast just won three points, the prince has a blessing." He moved closer to the king of Nanyang. He whispered: "Just at the banquet, Chen Yuan mentioned the little aunt to his subordinates. He also said that if the prince likes him, he can send people at any time."

　　Nanyang Wang loved to listen to this, and now he took a heavy shot on his thigh, and said: "Good, good, Chen Yuan is good!"