2082: C2082 The King of the Heart

C2082 The King of the Heart

However, the fairy did not return with the emissary.

However, he had an emissary bring the keepsake, so that the king could keep it as a souvenir.

It was a beaded box of golden hairpins.

The golden hairpin left one strand and the pearl box another half.

The golden hairpin split the gold and the pearl box was divided into two pieces.

Just like the heart of love, as loyal and hard as the gold pearls.

"Before parting, he would send a few words with the intention of vowing to the heavens and the earth.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the middle of the night, at the Hall of Longevity, no one spoke a word.

Wishing to be a winged bird in heaven, and wishing to be a twig in earth.

"It's been so long that it sometimes ends, and this hatred never ends …"

Weng ~

As the sound of the zither faded, the long song of hatred finally came to an end.

Inside the Tianqian Space, everyone who was listening to this song sobbed silently.

Tears streamed down Daji, Wang Zhaojun, Diaochan, and Gongsun Lee's faces. Daqiao and Xiaoqiao hugged each other and cried together.

Chu Ning Xiang, Chu Feiyan, Qiu Jing'er, Bai Sheng Yao, Bai Junqi, Bai Zhi Yun, Leng Jue, Hong Luan, Lu Lu, Hua Yingying, Long You Ran, Hu Mei'er, Yin Yi Ling, Si Xiangtong, Hao Ling Chun and Wang Xin Qi all cried.

Even the female slave Xiao Mengqiu, who was dressed sexily, cried.

This song is really touching.

As she listened, she imperceptibly interacted with the story of the song.

As for Yang Yuhuan, who played the melody, there was no need to mention her.

Her heart was like a river.

It was as if she had become a singing princess, her face filled with tears of grief at the death of her lover.

While Yang Yuhuan was crying softly.

She saw a big, clean hand.

He held a handkerchief in his large hand. It was snow-white and gave off the smell of sunlight.

Yang Yuhuan was slightly surprised.

At the same time, a pleasant male voice rang out, "Wipe your tears."

The familiar voice made Yang Yuhuan think of the person who had sung together with her.

The man whose voice resonated with his soul.

Yang Yuhuan did not know who it was.

However, he seemed to be a soul-friend that he had known for many years.

"Thank you!"

Yang Yuhuan nodded, and felt grateful in her heart.

At the same time, she felt embarrassed and lost her composure.

He actually cried in front of this "good friend of the soul".

However, when Yang Yuhuan raised her eyes along with her hand, she saw the owner of the handkerchief.

Yang Yuhuan was stunned.

Because this person was Wang Xiaojian.

Looking at this handsome young face with a smile, Yang Yuhuan could not believe her eyes.

Because of the shock.

She raised her hand to take the handkerchief and stopped in the air.

"What's wrong, Yu Huan?" Wang Xiaojian asked with a smile.

His laughter brought Yang Yuhuan back to reality from her shock.

Then, she said in an incredulous voice, "Wang … Wang Xiaojian, the person who was playing with me just now was you? "

"That's right, it's me."

Wang Xiaojian smiled.

He was dressed in white, and his aura was ethereal, as if he was a celestial being who had transcended the mortal world.

Yang Yuhuan didn't doubt Wang Xiaojian's words because she saw the building in Wang Xiaojian's hand.

It was an instrument like the pipa, an even older instrument.

However, at this moment, she was in a daze because of Wang Xiaojian's temperament.

She had never seen Wang Xiaojian like this.

"Wipe your tears."

Wang Xiaojian spoke again and handed the handkerchief to Yang Yuhuan.

His voice was still gentle, just like when he was singing earlier.

It also gave Yang Yuhuan a different feeling.

Previously, Yang Yuhuan treated Wang Xiaojian as a lecherous pervert who was addicted to women's sex.

Even though she possessed powerful strength, every time she thought of it, she would avoid it.

However, the temperament Wang Xiaojian displayed at that moment made her heart palpitate.

However, Yang Yuhuan quickly threw this ridiculous thought out of her head.

Because, this was a emotion that she shouldn't have.

She forced herself to calm down, thanked Wang Xiaojian, and took the handkerchief from him.

She gently raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her beautiful face.

Then, she took a deep breath.

After adjusting her mood, she hugged her lute and stood up from the lake, asking Wang Xiaojian: "Wang Xiaojian, how come you can sing a long hate song?"

Wang Xiaojian was dressed in white and his face revealed a sad expression. He then looked at the distant lake that was rippling with jade-green waves.

"There is a song that has been lingering in the depths of my mind, only occasionally humming in my dream in the dead of night."

"I didn't know its name until now. Now that I know its name, it's called the Long Hate Songs. "Yu Huan, I didn't think that you could sing a long hate song."

Wang Xiaojian's words were full of force.

As long as it was Chu Ningxiang and Diaochan, who were familiar with him, they would be able to hear the arrogance in his words.

Furthermore, he knew that when Wang Xiaojian showed such an expression, he was going to pick up girls again.

However, Yang Yuhuan's body trembled.

Her face was like that of a fairy from the nine heavens, revealing a look of disbelief.

"Yu Huan, what happened to you?" Wang Xiaojian asked Yang Yuhuan.

Yang Yuhuan stopped crying, but for some reason, she felt a bit agitated. Her voice trembled a little as she said to Wang Xiaojian: "I will tell you the truth. I will do the same." This song of eternal hatred is also the song from my memories. "

"I don't know where it came from, but it was like someone was teaching me in a dream. "Since I have become sensible, I have always known how to sing this song …"

Wang Xiaojian's face revealed an expression of surprise.

The words he made up for the atmosphere had actually resonated with Yang Yuhuan.

Then, Wang Xiaojian smiled and smiled at Yang Yuhuan, "Yuhuan, do you believe it? This might be the fate that lies between us! "

"Destined fate?!"

Yang Yuhuan was slightly stunned. She looked at Wang Xiaojian in disbelief. "Are you saying that you and I are the people in this song?"

Wang Xiaojian said, "Yu Huan, I am not from the Tang Xuan Sect, and you are not the imperial concubine in the song. I will not harm my beloved, and I assume that you do not wish to be hurt by your beloved either. "

"The fate I speak of is our soul. Don't you think that other than me, there's no one else in this world who can do the same as you? "

Wang Xiaojian was a bit arbitrary.

Yang Yuhuan, on the other hand, couldn't refute him.

Because of that song just now, their souls had reached an unprecedented level of resonance.

But even if it was true, Yang Yuhuan didn't want to admit it.

Because he possessed so many women.

Yang Yuhuan looked at him and said: "Wang Xiaojian, you kept saying that you will work with me. "Then you understand my sadness."

Wang Xiaojian stared at the moment. Yang Yuhuan's eyes were a little sad, and she said slowly: "Yuhuan, you long for love, for being cared for. But you do not dare to love her, because you are afraid of being hurt by your beloved monarch, just like the princess in the story of the song of eternal hatred, right? "

Wang Xiaojian's words made Yang Yu Huan's lake green dress tremble.

She looked at Wang Xiaojian with disbelief flashing across her eyes.

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