Women's procrastination can't be said

When everyone felt more and more uncomfortable, and even a little restless, the pair of slender white hands on the piano began to move.

The melody is very pleasant, sometimes mellow and moving, sometimes sad and sad, sometimes relaxed and happy, sometimes heavy and sad.

Yin Qinxi pursed her red lips, and her fingers deftly walked on the strings, revealing beautiful music between her fingertips.

Everyone was addicted to it, and they couldn't help feeling a few slender and weak strings, which were inlaid on the piano and surrendered to their fingers, and Yin Qinxi drove such a peerless sound.

The end of the song.

Yin Qinxi stood up and bent slightly, then returned to his seat.

Yin Ziru sat on the high seat and smiled faintly.Song Qingwu and Song Yanjun had no other expressions.The others lost their composure, and stared at Yin Qinxi with wide eyes, wishing that she would play another song, so that they could experience the thrill of wanting to live and die again.

Yue Ling couldn't believe it, the facts speak louder than words, no matter how eloquent she is, she can't boast how great her piano skills are, and Yin Qinxi's short playing has already left her behind for several blocks .

"Miss Yin." Yin Ziru said suddenly.

"Queen." After being called, Yin Qinxi stood up unhurriedly.

"It seems that everyone here is very satisfied with your performance. It is better to hit the sun than to choose another day. Why don't you play another song?"

Yin Qinxi looked at her.

"How about blowing your best flute?" Yin Ziru looked relaxed.

Yin Qinxi still looked at her, but did not speak.

The people below looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding what the Queen meant, how did she know that Yin Qinxi is best at Xiao?

"Mother, we don't have much time. Why don't we finish the test first and let Miss Yin show a song later?" After a long silence, Song Yanjun spoke to break the deadlock.

Yin Ziru smiled nonchalantly, and went down the steps: "What you said is very true."

Yin Qinxi sat back silently.

In the third test of chess skills, Yin Qinqi's opponent is Bai Su, Song Rou and Yue Ling face each other, and Song Ke'er is the substitute.

Song Rou and Yue Ling are on par, but Yue Ling is fighting a protracted game, and at the last moment, she just sits up straight and wins the game. Song Rou admires a few words and leaves sadly.

The chess game between Bai Su and Yin Qinqi is simply pleasing to the eye.Yin Qinxi played chess with deadly moves. Although Bai Su had been suppressed all the time, she was still racking her brains to defend, and made a move from time to time.

In the end, Bai Su was defeated, and he was quickly defeated and retreated in frustration.

When Song Keer saw her sister was defeated, she abstained directly, so she didn't have to participate in this round.

After the final test was completed, Yin Ziru discussed candidates with Song Yanjun.

After a while, Yin Ziru announced that two people will be left to make the final choice - Yin Qinxi and Yue Ling.

Song Rou, Song Ke'er, and Bai Su bowed gracefully and retreated. Although they were unwilling, it was a foregone conclusion.

"Qingwu, you choose." Yin Ziru seemed to be in a dilemma, frowning and said to Song Qingwu.

After the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.Yin Qinxi and Yue Ling stood in front of the main hall, watching Song Qingwu.

Yin Qinxi had a calm expression on his face, but the threat in the depths of his eyes directly hit Song Qingwu's eyes.Yue Ling stood pretty, smiling lightly and saying nothing, but it was such an appearance that people couldn't bear to hurt her.

Song Qingwu lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Yin Qinxi saw this, impatience flashed between his brows, and his eyes darkened a lot.

"How about this..." He Zixia had an idea and stood up.

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Today's imperial city is extremely lively.Because today is the wedding day of the Prince of Song.

Every household hung up red curtains, big red bronzing happy characters were pasted everywhere, red knots, and everything that represented auspiciousness and blessings appeared without exception.

Everyone is excited, young and old are all wearing beautiful red clothes.

From the gate of the imperial city to the imperial palace, there is a long red carpet road with a distance of one thousand meters. On the side of the road, there are Song Guogao soldiers in dark red armor. They are directly under the army directly led by the monarch Song Yan.Your Majesty has sent a military department directly under him to maintain order, which shows that he attaches great importance to today's major events.

The palace seems to have been repainted with a layer of red paint, full of joy, red lanterns hanging high, the wind blowing, swaying, very beautiful.

The gate of the imperial palace was wide open, and it was full of high-ranking officials. Song Yan was standing on the palace wall, wearing a purple dragon robe. Yin Ziru beside him let loose her long purple hair, and her purple dress was elegant and elegant.

A noble and gorgeous carriage approached slowly, surrounded by dozens of guards with knives.

"The King of He Kingdom is here!"

The carriage stopped steadily in front of the palace gate, and a man with a firm face and a calm aura came down——He Guoguojun, He Mingshuang.

He Mingshuang is not tall, but has a broad figure and a rather pleasing appearance. He always treats people with a smile, without any pretensions of a monarch. He is dressed in a dark golden dragon robe, holding his queen on his arm. Stepping out of the carriage, a young man with extraordinary bearing followed from the next carriage.

Song Yan finally waited for the distinguished guest, and walked down the wall door with Yin Ziru on his arm.

"Congratulations, brother Yan!" He Mingshuang laughed, clasped his fists generously to bless Song Yan, and at the same time signaled his subordinates to give Song Yan the gift he brought.

"Brother Mingshuang is here, welcome from afar, please come inside." Song Yan responded politely, with a rare expressionless serious face on his face, and a small smile.

He Mingshuang said: "Brother Yan is really a wise king. Along the way, the people of Song Kingdom have enough food and clothing. The facilities and equipment are very similar to those of He Kingdom. The living environment is even more similar, but it's not so good, hehe." With a smile, just insinuating and insinuating.

"Hehe, it's just the tip of the iceberg. These are still in the development stage, relatively low-level, and need to be improved. Brother Mingshuang, why don't you go and look around in the palace?" Song Yan smiled lightly and was not polite.

If you say that my city is the same as your country, then I will say that these cities are low-level cities in our country, which belittles you and elevates me.

"I don't dare. There are only dozens of people here this time. This huge Song Palace imperial city has hundreds of thousands of times more soldiers than me. If today is my death day, I'm afraid I will have to resign myself to fate." He Mingshuang's expression remained the same. , leisurely looking around.

"Then after the wedding banquet is over, Brother Mingshuang will go to the wild city to have a look. There are few people there, and it is still close to He Country. You can stay for a few more days before going back. Anyway, your country has high-level mages sitting in the town, and you are afraid of tomorrow if you act 'at top speed'." Can't Brother Shuang go home safely as soon as possible?" Song Yan said unhurriedly, as if pointing something.

He Mingshuang's face froze, knowing that she was wrong, she stopped being quick-tongued, exchanged a few hypocritical greetings, then returned to the carriage and entered the palace.

Before leaving, he said frankly: "Brother Yan, General Peng and Junshi Li who were taken captive by your country are great heroes of our country. Um... I hope Brother Yan can put them back with a high hand. What's wrong, I will educate the two of you well."

He Zixia, who stood aside for a long time, looked indifferently, looking at He Mingshuang and the prince beside him indifferently.

"Hehe, this matter will be discussed later. Today's top priority is the prince's marriage. How about asking him when the prince is free? After all, he was the one who invited him back." Song Yan put pressure on himself neither humble nor overbearing.

He Mingshuang smiled disapprovingly.

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In some respects, Xiaoyin also helped Xiaoyan avenge her.