"There seems to be less conditioning." He saw a potted landscape by the window, and when his eyes lit up, he went over and reached out and grabbed the green leaves. He gently melted them into fine powder and sprinkled the fat crane face.
"There is still less salt and spices." Li Yan sniffed and kissed a woody smell. Finally, he fixed his eyes on the side frame, reached out and picked up a piece of wood heart. It was a good spice to make a frame. It was too waves.
Mu Baifei’s eyelids jumped straight. This Li Xiong’s kung fu is definitely an expert and has been studying for decades.
Li Yan learned all this from that brother, but it’s still a long way from Bo Songyang.
After taking two kinds of meat, the original taste of meat stood out and floated in an attractive direction, which made people’s tongue and teeth tingle, but this taste can only be asked. If you want to taste delicious, you have to season it with salt.
Think again. Li Yan suddenly thought of something, flew out, grabbed a rock, and poured a glass of wine on the surface. The mountain salt immediately dripped down the ancient wine to the fat crane.
The wine, the meat and the fragrance are intertwined to make Mubaifei smell for a long time. It seems that some people can’t wait to enjoy it.
"It’s not done yet. We haven’t arrived yet. But Brother Mu’s sound has been messed up." Li Yan laughed.
Mu Bai Fei coughed repeatedly at once, and I don’t know if he was choked by saliva. He quickly recovered his mentality and devoted himself to playing the piano.
"Why don’t I play a song to add elegance and happiness during this short leisure time?"
"Brother Li can sing?" Mubaifei surprised way
Li Yan said, "I’ve heard people sing before, don’t joke if you can’t sing well." He cleared his throat and got serious. Naturally, this friend wants to have some fun, and it doesn’t matter if it’s appropriate or not.
"Xiu De read poetry and cultivate one’s morality …"
When I sang Mu Baifei’s first sentence, my eyes lit up. Obviously, this song was written specifically for people, and the new tone is easy to understand, but it is more leisurely. If it is bitter and abstruse, it will lose its taste.
"When the wind is blowing and the wind is blowing and thinking is high, it will take a long time to ponder … I feel lucky to meet a confidant and sting people in my half life. I will go to the feather fan with my sword and go on a journey with you." Li Yanyin has a penetrating power like a sword, and adding this song can directly enter people’s hearts.
"Good song" Mu Baifei was surprised again, and his interest in playing the piano was even higher.
Li Yan didn’t know it was because there was no convergence that this song went out of the window into the seven imperial houses at the foot of the mountain.
"Listen to someone singing"
"There are songs from the Tibetan Pavilion. It seems that Mr. Mubai Feimu’s tune is there again."
"No, Mr. Mu is proficient in piano and chess painting, but he can’t sing songs. Generally speaking, only women with hurdles can learn songs, but this singer should also be a reader."
At this time, the tune changed into a thought-provoking feeling.
"Heaven often mutates luck, and it is hard to find success or failure. People will try their best to save their husbands …"
"Good" A man wearing a dragon robe and holding a folding fan clapped his hands and praised "Compared with those women moaning in brothels, this is what readers should listen to. Come with me to the Tibetan Pavilion and see what friends Mr. Mu has made. We must pay a good visit."
And the seventh emperor Li Mu in the hall suddenly stopped when he heard this song. His eyes looked at the Tibetan Pavilion and the song came to the direction avenue, which startled the woman next to him. "What a good sentence!"
At this time, the song sang again, "Go back and come back. I have always wanted to be an acre of people for the rest of my life."
"Hermit when so when so" Li Mu again into a murmur.
"Who’s singing in the Tibetan Pavilion? Follow me to see it." In another attic on the cliff, a gorgeous waitress exudes noble temperament. Her eyes flashed and she lost her hand. She was about to complete the Tiger Mountain map and then flew to the Tibetan Pavilion.
The maid behind her called out, "Miss, it took you three days to finish this, which would be ruined."
"A painting is nothing. If you can make friends with this person, it is worth more than a hundred paintings. What do you know?"
With the last sentence, the wind and the moon are in your arms, and the ape crane listens to me before singing.
Mu Baifei also finished a song, and the reverberation seemed to be endless for three days.