Chapter 745

"Yes, didn't you just say that the performer can also name anyone present to perform. I'll try my best to help you."

Mingcanaan smiled more happily. "It's a great honor. What do you want to perform?" At first glance, the tone sounded like helpless compromise, but it was clear that the expression on Canaan's face was full of doting everywhere. He was wearing a white shirt and was flying like an immortal. He was also an endless romantic posture. His eyes turned a hundred times. Wherever he went, those officials and women's family members blushed.

It's a pity that he only showed such a smile to Yan qi71.

Others may be obsessed with Ming Canaan's smile. Yan Qiqi has seen a lot of beautiful men in this world. He has immunity to him, and his expression is no different from that just now.

Yan Qiqi also thought seriously, "you can play the flute and I can sing. Why don't I sing and you play? How about an ensemble?"

As the saying goes, women have changed in their 18th year. Yan Qiqi is different from the women's families dressed in red and willow green on the field today. It is this unyielding temperament that makes many people unable to open their eyes.

Enjoy and watch the excitement.

What they didn't expect was that Yan Qiqi would really promise to perform. It was really worth coming this time.

"What will miss Yan perform?"

At this time, the one who opened his mouth was when he didn't speak and took himself as a cloud of air.

I don't know why. Since Yan Qiqi failed to return from the moon Tower last time, she always remembers rubbing her back for him that night every time she sees the cloud.

Unexpectedly, his body without two or two meat looked thin and had a good figure.

The waist is waist and legs are legs, which is no less than those modern male models.

She was thinking about herself, blushing. As soon as she lifted her hair, it was clear that Canaan's big head was shaking in front of her eyes, which scared her back several steps, "what are you doing?"

Mingcanan was a little innocent when she yelled, "I just asked you what you want to sing, so you were in a daze here. What's the matter with you? Why is your face so red?"

Yan Qiqi subconsciously touched his face. When she dodged, she collided with the eyes cast by Yunshi. She became more flustered. She pretended to be calm, turned her head, took a deep breath, and then asked Xu Shian, "can adult Xu let someone send some ink?"

Xu Shian hurried to answer, and soon the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were brought up and put in front of Yan Qiqi.

Yan Qiqi first spread out the paper, held his chin and thought for a while. Then he stained the fine brush with thick ink and carefully wrote it down on rice paper.

Mingcanan wanted to come and have a look several times, but Yan Qiqi stopped him with his eyes, "don't worry, this is what I wrote for you. Look after writing."

The more mysterious she was, the more curious mingcanan was. Their small movements looked more like eyebrows in someone's eyes.

Mingcanan was scolded, not angry at all, touched his nose, "well, write slowly."

When Yan Qiqi was quiet, he had a little more quiet temperament. He sat straight. Everything around him had nothing to do with her. His heart, which had been up and down just now, gradually calmed down.

After half a column of incense, she picked up rice paper and blew the ink that had not been dried, and then handed it to mingcanan, "can you understand what I write like this?"

Mingcanan picked it up. Yan Qiqi was too mysterious. He thought it was just Yan Qiqi who made some gimmicks and didn't put it in his heart at all. Anyway, he had planned the program. In case he couldn't think of him.

So when he took it over, mingcanaan's face was also careless.

Just watching, from indifference to prudence to surprise at the beginning, the look of joke in his eyes faded. Looking at Yan Qiqi, his eyes were unbelievable, "this... Was written by you?"

Wen Yan Qiqi gave him a white eye, "I didn't write it, did you write it? Just say whether you will. "

Mingcanaan's face was full of joy. He took out his Jade Flute and followed the rhythm.

The sound of the flute was intermittent, and everyone could only hear a general idea.

"You practice first, and then we'll play together." Yan Qiqi wrote the words and sound spectrum. According to her estimation, according to the talent of lighting Canaan, she estimated that it could be completed. Unexpectedly, as soon as her voice fell, mingcanan rejected her, "No."

Yan qiqiyi was stunned and didn't understand what he meant, "why not?"

"I said, it won't take that long, it's OK."

It was Yan Qiqi's turn to be surprised. She pointed to the dense beat tone on the rice paper, "are you sure?"

Mingcanan turned the flute in his hand twice and said, "do you want to try it first?"

When he saw such a difficult beat, he either knew it in advance or was a genius, but it was obvious that Canaan had not seen it, so there was only the latter possibility.

Originally, Yan Qiqi only thought that mingcanan might not do his job. Now when he thinks about it carefully, maybe he really has two brushes.

Excited by him, Yan Qiqi also felt heroic in his heart, "then come."

They looked at each other and smiled, but at the same time they felt sorry for meeting each other.

But their smile is a little dazzling in someone's eyes.

Hao lianche forbeared and forbeared. The green tendons in his hand holding the cup burst, and then he resisted the impulse to stand up. 77 laughed like this. He hadn't seen it for a long time.

Now the laughter of his beloved is for another man, and his madness without jealousy is well cultivated.

In order to set off the atmosphere, Yan Qiqi specially asked his servant to extinguish several bright candles in the hall. Tonight, the moon is like a hook, the stars are dotted all over the sky, and the vast starlight of the Milky way is scattered on the ground through the arbor. It also has some atmosphere.

They looked at each other and knew that each other was ready.

It was Ming Canan who started the beat. Yan Qiqi was surprised when he opened his mouth. Unexpectedly, he was quite accurate in controlling the rhythm.

Mingcanan played the flute. She sang. Her voice was soft and heroic. When she opened her mouth, people were surprised. No one thought that Yan Qiqi, who seemed to be worthless, had this talent.

The two cooperated seamlessly. After the song was finished, the sound lingered around the beam, and everyone was crazy.