Chapter 3080 The First Assassin: The Ascetic Prince’s Strategy (31)

At this moment, Luo Qingchen saw many emotions in Ge Ying's tearful eyes, and the most profound emotion was panic.

She was afraid... her fear should have exceeded her own life.

Perhaps, she was coerced by some people, so she had to assassinate Murong Ci.

"Miss Ge Ying is a little nervous. It just so happens that I can also play the pipa." Luo Qingchen picked up the pipa next to Ge Ying, stood up slowly, nodded slightly and looked at Murong Ci who was on top and said, "Why don't you let me play one? The music is for His Highness the Crown Prince to appreciate."

Her voice was still cold with a touch of playfulness, and even though she was covered in white gauze, you could imagine the way the corners of her mouth turned up.

At this moment, Murong Ci's heart seemed to stop beating after a thump.

His mind went blank, and his world was completely still. That cold voice seemed to have traveled through time and space, like an ice needle that broke through all things, piercing his heart layer by layer.

"Master...Master...His Royal Highness...His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."

Ning Yuan called him many times, but he didn't hear a word.

The people around him began to whisper, pointing their fingers at Luo Qingchen.

"Isn't this the princess of Seixue Kingdom? The one who fought with the daughter of the Ning family yesterday."

"I...I heard that Ning Qian'er went to His Highness to file a complaint against her, and wrote four pages full of her misdeeds."

"Such an exaggeration! No wonder His Highness doesn't even want to respond. It seems that Ning Qian'er still has a status in the heart of the Crown Prince..."

"Huh! You just know! I remember all the people who didn't applaud me just now!" After hearing their remarks, Ning Qian'er said proudly: "Apologizing is useless unless you kneel down and give it to me when the time comes. Kowtow three times.”

Perhaps because Ning Qian'er's artificial voice was a bit loud, Murong Ci was stunned.

"you……"

"Your Highness—" Luo Qingchen blinked slightly and said, "Can I perform?"

"Ning Yuan."

"My subordinate is here."

"Give...give the princess a seat."

"Ah?" Ning Yuan obviously didn't react, but he promised that he definitely heard it correctly.

Generally speaking, no matter what kind of performance it is, the servants are responsible for transporting the seats forward and sitting in the center of the banquet for the performance.

There has never been such a term as "gisi", because "gizui" means to sit on a high position, that is, like Murong Yu, sitting next to His Highness the Crown Prince.

"Hiss——" At this moment, everyone took a breath of cold air.

The trend of this painting changed so fast that no one could catch it.

Only Luo Qingchen knew that in just one sentence, he had recognized her.

"Please sit down -" Murong Ci's deep eyebrows flickered with light, like the bright moon and stars, with excitement.

"I don't play the pipa well." Luo Qingchen lightly touched the sound with her fingertips and said, "Your Highness, please don't blame me."

He half-squinted his eyes and looked at her with a hint of endearment in his eyebrows and said, "No."

A melodious pipa sound sounded, but she was not good at pipa, but she had experienced many planes, so she was somewhat good at it.

There are many songs I want to sing, but at this moment, a song that is not so special, but so unforgettable, flashes in my mind.

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Pick up a pen and fold a fan to write three ounces of regret, and pick up a sword to break through the world of mortals in this life.

Just a turn around, and your lips are drunk again.

If you drink a cup of sorrow today, you will not get drunk and will not return. Tomorrow, whoever is outside the city gate will be attacked by mountains of swords and seas of fire.

No matter what the world says about good and evil, I will not let go of your hand.

I will love and hate you once in this life, right and wrong. If I meet you again in the next life, I will still be with you.

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