The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

"The broken clouds are soaked, and there are some unpredictable, azure colors, like his eyes. Condensed with wine, and peaches are waiting..."

The gauze is stunned and the singer dances.

The red light is hanging high and fragrant.

On the side of Qi Xia, lying on the chaise couch, the white jade fan swayed in his hand. He squinted and watched the singer in the red dress on the stage sing and sing, and the dancer Ji twisted the graceful figure and swayed lightly. yarn.

Qin Lefang, the most famous Lefang in the Longxuan Empire, belongs to the industry of the Qilin family. As the most promising successor of the Qilin family, there is not much time for Xixia to come here. Today, somehow suddenly Come here and listen to it quietly.

"Three less." Qin Lefang's principals are respectfully waiting to be on the sidelines.

"That singer sings well, Qi Le, your eyes are good." Qi Xia's eyes fell on the red singer's body, she sat alone on the side of the table, fingertips caress the strings, wearing a red veil to cover up Look, eyes drooping, as if the troubles in this music house have nothing to do with her, she just sang her song alone.

"Thank you for the three less praises." Qi Le smiled.

“Looking at her age is not big, why is it hiding her appearance?” Qi Xia is very interested in the women in the music house. The music house of the Kirin family is different from other music houses. It is just a place to listen to songs and dances, guests and here. The singers and dancers do not have direct contact. If someone has the courage to move hands and feet here, the people of the Kirin family will not be polite.

"This... I don't know, this girl came with a veil. I asked a few times, but she didn't want to say more. I listened to her voice very well, and she followed her. If three people want to know, Would you like me to ask again?" Qi Le smiled and opened his mouth.

Qi Xia waved his hand, he just asked, there is no intention.

The singer can hear the sound.

In the next few days, Qi Xia often sat in the music house. Every time he came, he could always hear the song of the singer. Whenever, the singer always wore a gauze face. The piano sits in the most inconspicuous place in the music house, and sings with a low eyebrow and a low-pitched voice, as if there is no one in this music house, always happy alone.

Qi Xia has never seen the appearance of the singer, nor has she ever really looked at her, just listening to her voice and listening to her song.

It is strange to say that Qi Xia always feels that his mental state is very bad in these few days. When he spends a ****, his consciousness is somewhat vague. He can’t remember what he is busy on weekdays, and he can’t remember why he I have to go to the Lefang to sit down on the day. The only thing he remembers is the voice of the singer.

It seems that only her singing can make his consciousness clear.

Qi Xia always felt that he had forgotten something or ignored something.

On this day, Qi Xia went to the music house again, and the night had already arrived. He was a little later than usual, and there was no such figure in the music house.

Xu was bored, and Qi Xia walked away in the backyard of Lefang.

When he walked to the garden, he heard the sound of the heart-sounding piano and went looking for the sound. In the moonlight, he saw the singer sitting in the flowers and bowing his head.

The safflower is printed in her red dress and is particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.

Qi Xia slowly walked over.

The footsteps caused the attention of the singer. She looked up faintly and looked at the source of the sound.

In the moonlight, Qi Xia is opposite her.

It was a pair of clear and calm scorpions.