Chapter 872: The emperor loves to listen to stories told in this palace (83)
But it happened to see the corner of the first speech's lips, which seemed to faintly aroused quickly and clearly.
Immediately chuckled and nodded: "Since it is your own request from Queen Wei, how can there be no reason why loneliness is worse than fate."
After the man said, he turned around.
With the bright white moonlight on his back, as if pointing something, he raised his brows slightly at the little guy who was staring at him blankly.
Suddenly he turned his face slightly to the side, and instructed the shadow guards behind him, "Take the Queen Wei down."
"Yes!"
The shadow guards took out their shackles in an instant.
But when Chao Wei Hongling was about to put it on, the woman suddenly yelled, "Wait a minute!"
The first speech had a meal on both shoulders.
He didn't look back, he just smiled lightly, and said indifferently: "Please speak."
However, Wei Hongling did not continue to speak.
Upon seeing this, Xiang Xing was a little curious in his heart, and he couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, his eyes passed the man in front of him, and looked at the woman in the atrium.
I saw Wei Hongling squinted her beautiful eyes, smiling gracefully, and took a verdant jade flute from her waist.
Afterwards, while placing that Yuxiao on his lips, he spoke vaguely towards the back of the first speech.
"Before this palace is dead, can this palace play another song from the hometown and break some obsessions?"
The first remark did not hesitate, and only raised his hand and waved back to show his request.
"Thank you monarch."
Wei Hongling smiled slightly.
Really clinging to the jade flute, quietly played a tragic flute.
The sound of the flute is clear, and the style of the music is indescribably graceful and ethereal.
It seems to have some kind of wonderful penetrating power, melodiously lifted into the air, endlessly circling the beam...
However, Xiang Xing felt that this piece of music was inexplicably wrong.
The little head, melon seeds, turned around involuntarily, thinking about it.
In other words, is Wei Hongling's song really just to cherish the memory of his hometown and to let go of obsession?
Why doesn't she sound like that.
Thinking of this, the little guy couldn't help furrowing his brows and pursing his pink lips.
Suddenly, she thought that she was thinking of something, and she couldn't help but quietly call the duck and duck parrot who was standing on the fence of the pavilion and watching a good show.
[Duck, can you search for it, what kind of tune did Wei Hongling play? ]
[It’s OK. ]
Ya Ya was full tonight, and after watching such a good show, he was in a good mood, but he readily agreed.
Immediately from the GPS map, I called up an interface that Xiang Xing had never seen before, a bit like the interface of a mobile phone music player.
[Rong Benga, let him listen to songs and recognize them. ]
With a wave of Duck Duck’s wings, I clicked on a bubble-shaped button on the new interface and started listening to songs.
After a while, the result popped out.
[...Yoha]
Ya Ya took a look, and the mung bean eyes lit up quite meaningfully. [This piece is called "Yi Dian", which is used by the Bayang people to transmit intelligence information or report the situation of the player. ]
Xiang Xing:? ? ?
Playing a tune, can you still pass on information?
However, before she could ask any questions, Ya Ya seemed to be used to it again, so he continued to popularize science directly to her.
[Although this tune sounds quite ordinary, but as long as you use internal force to urge it, and then slightly change the key, you can combine various codes from the change of tune... Just send a telegram in the spy movie Doing word games is almost the same. ]