Chapter 117: The Star Festival Palace Banquet [VI]

Zhao Ling smiled softly, and sat down in front of the zither with a calm expression. She freed her mind as the serene words of the lunar poem streaked into her mind. She lifted her wrist lightly, and the melodious sound of the zither flowed out with her sweet voice.

"Life makes a coincidence, 

flying stars spread hatred, the milky way is dark. 

Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, 

they will win but there are countless people in the world.

The tenderness is like water, the good season is like a dream, 

and I can bear to look at the way back from lunar. 

If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening. "

She played and sang by herself, her voice was a little low but clear and pleasant, and her expression was indifferent but fascinating, like a mysterious girl above the nine heavens.

Prosperous, free and easy, the two are blended in a seamless and elegant way, and the aftertaste was meaningful, which made people unconsciously attracted to her and indulge in it.

By the time the song was over, nothing had gone wrong. Zhao Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had learned the zither for a period of time in middle school, and the basic feeling was still there. She practiced it a little bit yesterday, and it seemed that there was no embarrassment.

She looked at Meng Yuan and saw that he was also staring at her with a deep and inseparable tenderness in her eyes.

These days, because of Lou Xinyue's curse, he, like her, had been uneasy in his heart, and his decision to refuse to marry him had only aggravated this feeling. So she took this opportunity tonight and borrowed this song, hoping to make him feel at ease, so that he could concentrate on treating the cold poison in the future.

This was the decision she made after she learned that she was going to perform at the banquet. If the two loves last for a long time, how could they be in the morning and evening? 

She deliberately chose this song "Lunar Fairy: An Undying Love ", and hoped that he could understand her intentions and eliminate the psychology of worrying about gains and losses.

Meng Yuanheng didn't understand Zhao Ling's intention. He stared at this woman who smiled sweetly and calmly to him, and the emotion in his heart could not be described in words.

Holding his two legs tightly with both hands, at this moment, he wished that his leg disease had been cured, that he could walk proudly like a peacock, and take her away from here to a place where there was only the two of them. In this way, Ling'er's beauty could only be appreciated by him.

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Obviously, everyone present had not recovered from Zhao Ling's performance, and they were immersed in the words and phrases she played and sung just now.

No matter what Miss Zhao's singing skills were, just the graceful and lingering words with endless aftertaste made them deeply shock, and suddenly they felt like a dream in the world.

As long as the two were in love with each other, why should they be greedy for the joys of sunny life. Such a broad-minded, free and indifferent woman is no inferior to a man.

Feng Ze and Lu Ziqing saw that the interaction between Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan was invariably sour. 

Lu Ziqing's self-control was very strong, and his intentions from this performance was not obvious, but the light in his eyes dims a little. 

Feng Ze seemed to be out of control, his whole body was tense, and a wine goblet in his hand, was squashed by his firm grips. He filled the glass of wine and drank it, swallowing bitterly. 

The two of them were so affectionate, so where should they go from here?

They did knew that they should try to let go, but the word love was often involuntarily.

Meng Tianluo stared at Zhao Ling on the stage, with even more sullenness in his eyes. Meng Yuan's crippled luck was really not very good. Seven years ago, he couldn't die under such a dangerous situation. Now he had obtained such a delicate and rare woman in the world. Was it going to be blessings after death for him?

The scene was silent for a long time, and Zhao Ling didn't bother to pay attention to everyone's reactions. As long as Meng Yuan understood her intentions, she couldn't control how other people felt, and she didn't want to. She slowly got up, bowed her head, and returned to her seat without squinting.

"Okay, okay, if the two loves last for a long time, how can it be in the morning and evening? Splendid." Emperor Ming took the lead in breaking the silence and praised her repeatedly. "Zhao family girl, your opinion is really unique, this poem is really unique. The idea is lofty, and it is very difficult for a man to have such a mind, which is very good."

"Thank you the emperor for your compliment." Zhao Ling stood up from her seat and thanked Emperor Ming, but she secretly complained in her heart This was originally written by a man. She just thought it fit the situation and borrowed it.

"Congratulations, Sister Ling, you have received the emperor's praise!" Fu Yuechan congratulated her with a smile.

Ning Hua also sighed sincerely. "Qian Mo, your poem is so well written. Your knowledge and mind really make me feel inferior." She regarded herself as a woman who eas not shy and unpretentious, but this eldest lady of the Zhao family was a different kind of human entirely. The peace and indifference radiating from her bones were unparalleled.

Zhao Ling was really embarrassed, and while smiling, she could only silently thank Qin Shaoyou in her heart.

She had temporarily borrow master Qin Shaoyou masterpiece, and could only hope that he didn't mind the use of his poem.

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