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Chapter 13

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    However, whether it is a smooth sailing love or a love that has not been tested, it is so fragile.

    With the growth of age and the improvement of status, Lian Junji began to associate frequently with those noble children, lingering in the butterfly dance among flowers, thinking that as a lover, he felt betrayed, and went to question Lian Junji, but  Knowing that he was already engaged to a certain noble lady, the master and wife had passed away at that time, and the lady had already entered the palace. Of course, this matter was his own decision.

    Keeping in the dark, Vulture did not believe this matter, and hoped that Lian Junji would tell him that there was a misunderstanding, or take a step back. This is true, but he also had difficulties in it.

    but¡­

    "You're just a low-status male favorite, a slut, don't you think you're asking too much?"

    This is the only reason, he, of course, wants to marry a well-matched noble lady

    male favorite?  Bitch?  ¡­

    It turns out that this is what I am in his heart?  That year, Lian Junji was eighteen, he had just become the prime minister, and he was a young man; that year, Lingjiu had just turned sixteen, and he learned that since falling in love, the feelings and joy of three years were just a moment for his favorite plaything.  interest.

    What about happiness?  There was no happiness in the first place.

    After that, Yuyu already knew.  He looked at this senior brother who calmly narrated all this, he didn't understand, he didn't understand that such a beautiful, er, relationship was going to perish like this; he didn't understand that such a gentle uncle, once said such exaggerated words to Brother Lingjiu.

    But "Uncle doesn't seem to have married a wife?" Didn't he mean to marry that noble woman?

    "Yeah, I finally retired the engagement. It seemed that I wanted to win another princess from the clan, but I put it on hold because of the publicity. Then the emperor passed away and the young lady left the palace. He seemed to have no such thoughts for the time being." Still  It is a light tone.

    But Yuyu felt a burst of heartache.  Not only his, but also Brother Vulture's.

    The vulture's eyes fluctuated, and finally landed on the qin on the elm table in the middle of the pavilion, his eyes trembled slightly.

    how come?   on purpose?  Or, just a coincidence.  It's too much of a coincidence to live in this courtyard.  The placement of seats, the posting of calligraphy and paintings, and even the hanging of a small sachet.  And here"Lingjiu, you are afraid that the qin will get wet, so I will just ask the servants to change a qin every day. Then, every time you come here, you can play as much as you want."Bright smiling face, when  , became so far away "I like listening to you playing the piano the most"

    "By the way, Brother Lingjiu, Yuyu hasn't heard you play the piano for a long time, let's play a piece." Seeing Lingjiu staring at the piano in a daze, Yuyu asked without losing the opportunity, "It hurts to perform the bone shrinking technique.  Yes, elder brother Vulture will just play a song."

    Vulture's heart moved, and his heart ached for a moment.  Yuyu's disguise is not a simple disguise technique, but a unique skill in the martial arts, the bone shrinking skill.  Shrunk down to the appearance of eight or nine years old who has not degenerated into a stunning boy. In this way, Yuyu, who was originally light and bony, no one noticed his disguise.

    In order to leave a way out "It's an extra life!" At that time, the master sighed helplessly, and the young lady's vicissitudes of words

    However, shrinking the bones is very painful. Although Yuyu's posture is excellent, she still cannot avoid the excruciating pain.  Every time he finished performing the exercises, the pale little face soaked in cold sweat made Vulture feel distressed uncontrollably.

    "Okay, then I'll play a piece. But I haven't touched the piano for a long time, don't blame me if I can't sing well." Vulture carefully put on the strings, it was very clean as if it had just been put on.

    "Then what are you singing?" Yuyu was a little embarrassed.

    At this time, the beautiful falling flowers flew to the tip of Yuyu's nose again.  Gently taking it down, Yuyu said sadly, "Mother, it's true, why don't you plant so many pear blossoms in the yard."

    "Pear blossoms?" Vulture lowered his head and thought for a while, "Then sing the song that Miss often sings Fragrance of pear blossoms"

    "En" Yuyu jumped down from the vulture's arms and began to exert her skills.

    The vulture plucked the strings and sang for the first time in eight years.

    "Laughing at the thousands of idiots in the world,

    It is rare to see a white head with tiredness.

    Who is playing Peach Blossom with Human Face?

    Things have changed, so it's hard to see old friends.

    The old dusk reflects a new look.

    Who dares to speak out about the pain of lovesickness?

    Laughing at me for being too crazy, lovesickness is not closed at night.

    ? I alone admire my own fragrance, the residual fragrance.

    The fragrance of pear blossoms makes people feel sad.

    Sorrow breaks the heart, and a thousand glasses of wine relieves thinking.

      Don't look at each other, people in the old times have a new look, and look forward to their hometown.

    Because of emotional injury, everything in the world is impermanent.

    Laughing at the vicissitudes of life, thousands of lines of tears melt the cold window.

    Don't hesitate, take off the element and wrap in spring clothes, recalling Liufang.

    Even though it has not been sung for eight years, the vulture's singing is still so beautiful, it is heartbreakingly beautiful.

    Yuyu, who has recovered her eight or nine-year-old figure, shed tears, looked at the vulture who had completely immersed in the artistic conception of the song, and sang obsessively, as if returning to that heartbreaking moonlit night.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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