Chapter 219

"Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng..."

When Qin's poems and poems were in tears, standing on the stage, weeping and staring at the man who loved her deeply, there were not many and many pieces of guzheng, which just ended.

Lin Xuan slowly stood up, slowly turned around, took off the sunglasses, a face like the spring breeze into rain, looking at the Qin poetry tenderly, "poetry

"Lin Xuan!"

In this situation, at this time, silence is better than sound. Qin poetry can no longer care about any reserve, and quickly steps forward, and plunges into Lin Xuan's arms and hugs him tightly.

Lin Xuan was stiff for a moment, raised his hand and held Qin poetry in his arms, and they hugged each other tightly on the stage.

The scene exploded, cheers rose and screamed through the sky and into the sky.

"Poetry, I'm sorry, I'm not good, three years, let you suffer endless humiliation, let you suffer injustice, all blame me!" Lin Xuan attached to the ears of Qin poetry, warm voice whispered.

Qin poetry shook his head vigorously, nestled in his arms, immersed in the warmth of love, hoping that this moment of time solidification, become eternal.

"No, Lin Xuan, you don't have to say anything. I know. I understand everything!" Qin poetry tears like broken pearls, gushing out of the eyes, dripping on Lin Xuan's shoulder, wet his clothes.

Immediately, Qin poetry slowly released his hand, patted Lin Xuan with powder fist, and said: "your big liar, why don't you tell me and hide me!"

Under the coquettish, gentle infinite.

Lin Xuan was so intoxicated that he lifted his hand and gently wiped the tears on his cheek for Qin Shishi. He said in a warm voice: "Shi Shi, you are so beautiful tonight. How I hope. Every moment, in my eyes and in my heart, you are the only one in my world. I love you

The soft heart of Qin's poetry is like a deer suddenly intruded into her. She smiles coyly, and her body is soft. She nestles in his arms, and they embrace each other tightly again.

Outside the stage, at the gate of the Imperial Palace, Shen Lan is silly. She keeps rubbing her eyes. When she is sure, the little prince of Guzheng on the stage, the male god he is longing for, is actually Lin Xuan!

Her dream was broken and tears burst out of her eyes.

When she looked at Qin's poems and poems filled with happiness on the stage, she was full of contradictions. Did she shed tears because the male god she longed for turned into her best friend's husband, or was she too moved to tears by such pictures?

Or both.

Because Shen Lan never dreamed that, from the foot of Nanshan Mountain, the exit of the highway, she saved her mysterious warm man, and then to the little prince of zither on the street, her dream was broken.

At least, she couldn't rob her husband of her best friend.

And she is also happy for her good friend and sister Qin Shishi. In the whole Shenzhen market, everyone laughs at Qin Shishi's marriage to Lin Xuan, who is a useless son-in-law.

Even today, three years later, on their third wedding anniversary, they gave such a shocking banquet to Qin poetry.

No matter what kind of woman, with such a memorial day, will never forget.

Perhaps, from this moment on, Shen Lan should also re-examine Lin Xuan. This ugly waste, which has been spread all over the city, is far beyond her imagination, giving Qin poetry such a shocking anniversary banquet.

Even if these three years, Qin poetry suffered a lot of grievances, this moment, is also worth it.

In such an unprecedented banquet, the audience and the hotels around the Crystal Palace of Imperial Palace gathered together. Even in the end, we still did not know who was the host of the banquet tonight, and which girl was so lucky. Everything was not so important.

Even though, under the cheers, Lin Xuan took Qin Shi Shi's hand and left quietly, those people didn't know.

One is shocked by the amazing guzheng melody tonight, and the other is that many lovers are taking advantage of such a beautiful night to do what they should do.

As for who the lucky one is and who is the happiest person, everything disappears and they are immersed in their own beautiful vision.

Shen Lan stares at Lin Xuan and Qin Shi Shi's departure, and she has no choice but to leave in silence.

Tang Jing also sighed, "it's so beautiful, so moved, so happy!"

His voice just fell, I don't know when, he stood beside a girl in a Chinese dress, eyes a little ruddy, but the eyes showed a few sad, but it is firmly said to himself: "such a man, just worthy of our sandalwood guzheng family, Lin Xuan, he must be my Ji Wan'er's man, no one wants to take away."

When Tang Jing listened to the chilly words, he felt a chill in his heart. He could not help but look at the young girl in Han costume. In terms of her appearance, she was really gorgeous, with skin like fat and beauty like a fairy.

Ji Wan'er? Sandalwood zither family? After all, it is incredible to say such words behind Lin Xuan.He couldn't help but look at Ji Wan'er, a girl in Han costume. However, she had already disappeared like a ghost.

Even when Tang Jing remembered that this afternoon the sandalwood zither had been sent by Ji Waner, a girl in Hanfu. When she looked at the stage, the sandalwood zither had disappeared.

Under this, Tang Jing silly eye, knead an eye, startled not small, "won't it, supernatural event?"

When he looked out of the Crystal Palace of the Imperial Palace, amid the crowd, he saw Ji Wan'er, a girl in Hanfu, walking away with a sandalwood zither on her back.

This

Tang Jing is more surprised, is it a supernatural event? Isn't it a psychic event?

He didn't know. He didn't even see how Ji Wan'er walked from him to the stage and carried the sandalwood zither on his back.

No one noticed Ji Wan'er, a girl in Hanfu. Only Tang Jing saw it.

This is very important. We must report it to the old man as soon as possible.

With his extensive knowledge, he may be able to explain why.

He had forgotten how Lin Xuan played the zither on the stage and how he was moved by Qin's poems.

Instead, Ji Wan'er, a girl in the Han Dynasty, appeared in her mind and could not be forgotten.

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At the same time, the Qin family villa.

"Ruyan, don't drink any more. You are about to get drunk!" Qin Yang grabs a bottle of Wuliangye from Qin Ruyan's hand and throws it aside.

"Wine, I want to drink. God likes to make fun of me so much. Let me die of drunkenness!" Qin Ruyan is to grab the wine and continue to buy drunk.

Qin Yang also knows that this evening, the imperial Crystal Palace must shake the whole Shenzhen market. However, the happiest woman, she is not Qin Ruyan, nor is it a banquet specially prepared for Qin Ruyan with nearly ten million betrothal gifts.

"Well, cheer up. God doesn't have time to take care of you. I'm busy. I don't have time to joke with you. Don't drink any more!"

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