The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao's hand gently touched the only string, the corner of her mouth slightly snapped, and Joe Tian on the side could feel it. Her mood was delightful at this moment.

But he wanted to see how a string of piano was played.

It's not just Joe Tianjin, even the people on the side can't help but wonder how this string of violin is going to work.

In everyone's curious eyes, Mengyao placed the violin on his leg. His hands gently caressed the string, and the beautiful sound came out of the violin. The sound shocked people. Many of those present had studied the violin, but no one could ever play such a beautiful music with a string of violin.

At this moment, they seem to understand why Ning Mengyao would say that Wei Zixin's qin is nothing more than a childish child.

In front of such a fabulous art, no one can call it excellence.

Wei Kexin looked at the woman beside Joe Tian smoothly with horror. Her face was calm and she was not disturbed by everyone. It seemed that everything around her could not attract her ideas. All she cared about was the violin in her hand.

Joe Tian stared obsessively at Ning Mengyao, turns out she was as brilliant as this.

Ning Mengyao's face was quiet and his eyes closed, seemingly enjoying the music.

Above the platform, Wei Zixin's face was blue and white. Although everyone in the place was immersed in Ning Mengyao's music, she knew that at the moment when her music stopped, she would be a despicable object for everyone.

You can't let Ning Mengyao succeed, that's right.

Then, thinking about it, Wei Zixin smashed the past with the violin in his hand towards Ning Mengyao like crazy: “Go to hell. ”

Qiao Tian glanced at them with one cold hand, relaxed in his hand and looked at Wei Zixin with cold eyes.

“Chancellor Wei awaits your account.” Joe Tianjing's voice was like snow in the cold winter moon in that loud violin, making people feel bitter cold.

People didn't think that Wei Zixin couldn't afford to lose so much. He wasn't as skilled as people to do such things.

Watching Ning Mengyao she did not receive any interference, the music was even more beautiful.

“Look, there are so many birds in the tree.” I don't know who it is, suddenly I'm shocked.

At this time, people discovered that there were birds of all colors standing on the trees around them, twisting their heads and seemingly listening to this music feast.

Suddenly, the sound of the violin turned, the birds on the tree winged up, and danced biased in the field, as if to accompany the lemons.

Often, however, many butterflies of all colours have been added to the hundred birds.

Xiao Qi looked at the hundreds of birds in the field and the butterflies with horror in his eyes.

He had also heard that someone's voice could attract a hundred birds, but he had never seen it before, and now he saw it with his own eyes.

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

Xiao Zixuan looked at Ning Mengyao, her expression was a little twisted, such a piano art made her a little unbelievable.

How can someone play the piano to attract hundreds of birds and butterflies of all kinds?

However, this is not the most surprising, most surprising are the dancing butterflies, not knowing when to fly to Ning Mengyao, around her dance circle, surrounded by people, including Joe Tianjin, eyes full of obsession.

I'm afraid she's no different from the so-called fairy, who'd rather have a light blue dress sitting on a chair with a harp on her leg and a variety of butterflies flying around her.

Suddenly Ning Mengyao in the piano stopped the movement in her hand and raised her hand slightly, a colored butterfly gently landed on her fingertips.

That scene, let it all be seen and remembered.

For the first time, people didn't talk, didn't bother, just looked at it like this.

The corner of Mengyao's mouth snapped up slightly, and the other gently touched the butterfly's wings: “Go back.” Throw the butterfly out of your hand in the talking room.

The butterfly took off at high altitude and then gradually flew away.

The rest of the butterflies also flew away, and after the butterflies, birds of all colours followed, leaving only one bird of the spirit behind.