Because it''s obvious that this princess Yan didn''t mean well.

    Also because of dissatisfaction, let Sikong cut and Nangong Yin cold eyes toward Yanfei, touch their eyes of Yanfei scared all over, this just realized, he ignored the two gods.

    Yan Fei felt guilty and regretted it, but her words had already been spoken, so she couldn''t take them back.

    At the same time, Huang Jiuge and Murong Yuzheng stood up calmly and looked at the emperor Nanxiao. Huang Jiuge said, "come to the birthday of emperor Nanxiao, how can you not perform a performance? Congratulations! But I didn''t expect to be opened by concubine Yan first, but it seemed that we didn''t realize it and didn''t care. "

    Although Huang Jiuge doesn''t care about the performance, since Yanfei is against her, how can she not care at all.

    So this word obviously means that Princess Yan is full of troubles, which has swept their face.

    Originally, people didn''t think that there was anything wrong with Yanfei''s letting huangjiuge and Murong Yuzheng perform, but they didn''t feel right until they heard this.

    I wish you a happy birthday. You have to take the initiative!

    But the Yan imperial concubine, in the heart "clap Deng" for a while, hastily confesses a crime way: "the emperor, the minister concubine knows wrong, asks the emperor to forgive."

    Nanxiao Emperor just coldly looked at Yanfei and didn''t say anything.

    What else can we say? It''s hard to blame the public! I have to smile to Huang Jiuge and say: "Miss Huang is worried too much. It''s a great intention that you can come all the way to wish my birthday. Please don''t care about the rest."

    "Why! We are not stingy people Huangjiuge is aimed at Yanfei. Naturally, it''s impossible to save Nanxiao emperor''s face. People tell her not to care. If she still cares, she looks mean and loses Dongqing''s face.

    "It''s too monotonous to perform alone, so I''ll perform with Miss Murong." Huang Jiuge said.

    "Good" Nanxiao emperor should say.

    Huang Jiuge and others had already prepared the props and immediately let people play them.

    First, a Qin, and then about three meters long, half meters wide Xuan paper, spread out on the ground, Xuan paper next to this inkstone.

    Then Murong Yuzheng and Huang Jiuge went up with a one meter long brush.

    Huangjiuge is on the side of Qin, while Murong Yuzheng is on the side of Xuan paper.

    This is, Huang Jiuge plays the piano, Murong Yuzheng writes.

    Such cooperation is not uncommon, but the most important thing is the wonderful process.

    With the sound of Qin, Murong Yuzheng also moved, not in a hurry to write, but with a brush as a sword, began to dance.

    Song, melodious as a running stream, endless ···

    dance, beautiful as flying butterfly, beautiful and enchanting ··

    both the sound of huangjiuge and the dancing posture of Murong Yuzheng attracted people''s attention instantly.

    A minute later, the sound of Qin suddenly changed, the tune became domineering, and the sword dance of Murong Yuzheng also became domineering.

    Another minute later, the sound of Huang Jiuge changed again. Murong Yuzheng began to approach Xuan paper and began to write.

    Murong Yuzheng began to write when the nine songs of Huang began to sing.

    After the improvement of Huang Jiuge, the song of birthday

    "congratulations on your birthday and Tianqi

    happy birthday

    every year has today

    every year has today

    congratulations on you

    congratulations on you

    as old as pine and cypress, as young as Chilan

    Fu rudonghai has a better life than Nanshan

    congratulations on your birthday and Tianqi

    happy birthday

    every year All have today

    every year has today

    congratulations to you "

    the nine songs of Huangyu have gone down, and Murong Yuzheng has also finished writing. I can see that on the Xuan paper, the regular script goes through the back of the paper and writes" happiness is like the East China Sea and longevity is like the south mountain. " Eight characters, full of the majestic arrogance of Qunfang.