The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao caressed the only one string, and the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked. The side of Qiao Tianchang could feel it. Her mood was pleasant at the moment.

However, he would like to see how a string of piano should be played.

It’s not just Joe Tianchang, even the people on the side can’t help but wonder how this string of pianos should be used.

In the eyes of everyone's curiosity, Ning Mengyao put the piano on his lap, gently stroked the strings, and the good voice came out from the piano. The voice shocked everyone. There was no shortage of people present. The piano is very researchable, but no one can ever pop up such a nice piece of music with a string of piano.

At this moment, they seem to understand why Ning Mengyao would say that Wei Zixin’s piano is just a childish child.

In the face of such a rumored piano, no one can call it excellent.

Wei Kexin looked at the woman around Qiao Tianchang with horror. Her face was calm and she didn't get the attention of everyone. It seemed that everything around her could not arouse her idea. She was concerned with the piano in her hands.

Qiao Tianchang looked at Ning Mengyao obsessedly, and she was so good.

Ning Mengyao’s face is quiet and her eyes are slightly closed. It seems that she is enjoying this music.

Above the high platform, Wei Zixin's face was blue and white. Although all the people present were immersed in Ning Mengyao's music, she knew that at the moment when her music stopped, she would become the object of contempt for everyone.

Ning Mengyao can't be successful, that's right.

Then think, Wei Zixin is like crazy, holding the piano at hand and smashing toward Ning Mengyao: "You are going to die."

Qiao Tianchang’s eyes were cold and one-handed, and the piano that came to their face was easily connected in his hand, and his eyes looked at Wei Zixin coldly.

"Wei Junxiang General will wait for your account." Qiao Tianchang's voice in the melodious sound of the piano is like the snow of the cold winter, which makes people feel the bitter cold.

Everyone did not think that Wei Zixin could not afford to lose so much, and his skills were not as good as people.

When she looked at Ning Mengyao, she did not receive any interference, and the music was even more melodious.

"Look, there are so many birds in the tree." I don't know who it is, suddenly screaming.

At this time, the talents found that there were various birds standing in the surrounding trees. They looked at the feast of the music.

Suddenly, the piano sounded a jump, the bird on the tree fluttered and flew up, dancing in the field, as if accompaniment for the lemon.

But for a long time, many butterflies of various colors have been added to the birds.

Xiao Yutian stared at the birds in the field, as well as the butterflies, and the eyes were full of horror.

He also heard that some people's piano sounds can attract a hundred birds, but they have never seen them, but now he actually saw them.

This scene is really beautiful, which makes him feel a little illusory.

Xiao Ziyan stared at Ning Mengyao and her expression was somewhat distorted. This kind of piano art made her somewhat unbelievable.

How can someone play the piano to attract a hundred birds, as well as a variety of butterflies.

However, this is not the most surprising. The most amazing thing is that the butterflies dancing, don’t know when they flew to Ning Mengyao’s side, flying around her, surrounded by people, including Qiao Tianchang. The eyes are full of obsession.

Ning Mengyao sat in a light blue dress on the chair, the piano on the leg, and all kinds of butterflies flying around, so she might not be much different from the so-called fairy.

Suddenly playing Ning Mengyao in the piano stopped the movement in his hand, his hand raised slightly, and a colored butterfly fell lightly on her fingertips.

That scene, let all look in the eyes, remember in my heart.

For the first time, everyone did not speak, did not bother, just watched.

Ning Mengyao's mouth twitched slightly, and the other one stroked the butterfly's wings: "Go back." The speaker threw the butterfly out of the room.

The butterfly flew high and then gradually flew away.

The remaining butterflies also flew one by one. After the butterfly, the birds of various colors followed, leaving only a lark.