Hua Xiaonan couldn't help but be happy when he saw Wen Aya's bewildered expression, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, can't you dance as a woman?"

Wen Aya glared at him and said angrily, "Who told you that as a woman, you will definitely dance?"

"So, can you do needlework like Daughter Hong?" asked Hua Xiaonan again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What are you asking all this for?" Wen Aya was very angry, thinking that she was a daughter, where did she need to do all this needlework? But the world likes to use this to measure whether a woman is qualified.

Hua Xiaonan sighed and said helplessly: "Brother Male originally thought that as a woman, dancing, singing, and needlework and other things are your duty, and you should do a good job." I want you to do the same to see, if I am satisfied and angry, I can release your two handsome guys. However, now it seems that not only do you not know how to dance, sing, and needlework, but you must also know how to write poems and songs, chess, piano, calligraphy and painting. ”

"Hey~" Wen Aya immediately smiled: "Then you are wrong, although I can't dance, but I can sing." My singing is so beautiful that you have never heard it in your life. ”

"Oh?" Hua Xiaonan looked at Wen Aya with bright eyes, "Really?"

Wen Aya was very happy, and said excitedly: "Really." Since I was a child, I have always liked to sing, as long as I sing, the people in my house, no matter up or down, will stop what they are doing and come to listen to me sing. They were so happy to hear me sing that they couldn't help but clap their hands!"

"Oh?" Hua Xiaonan couldn't help but want to hear it, and he said with great interest, "Then, you sing a song to listen to the male brother." ”

Bi Shuge and Huo Qian heard Wen Aya's singing melodious, and they couldn't help but want to hear her singing. They couldn't help but think that Wen Aya was delicate and lovely, and her voice was sweet and delicate, so the songs she sang must be very beautiful.

The two of them, like Hua Xiaonan, couldn't help but look forward to listening to Wen Aya sing, only Bai Muzhen looked at Wen Aya with a playful expression.

Wen Aya was already eager to sing, and when she heard Hua Xiaonan's words, she opened her mouth and wanted to sing, but when she was about to sing, she suddenly stopped.

Hua Xiaonan and the others couldn't help but prick up their ears when they saw that Wen Aya was about to sing, and then raised a stirring heart, ready to listen to the song. Who knew that Wen Aya suddenly stopped, and their hearts seemed to fall to the bottom, without any passion, only full of disappointment and expectation.

Wen Aya looked at Hua Xiaonan and said, "If you want me to sing, it's okay, but because my singing voice is rare in the world, and it can't be heard by ordinary people." Even my emperor's elder brother only had the opportunity to listen to me sing after using a gold medal and visiting the thatched cottage three times. So, if you want to hear it, you can do that.

However, after listening to it, if you really feel that you have never heard a song like mine in your life. Then, you're going to let go of my two retinues. And in this life, in this life, you will never touch a single cold hair of the servants and attendants around me. Even in the heart, one should not have dirty and evil thoughts about them. How? Would you like to hear me sing?"

This time, not only Hua Xiaonan was so itchy that he wanted to listen to Wen Aya's singing, but even Bai Muzhen also wanted to hear it very much. Although he is not optimistic that Wen Aya can really sing beautifully, but after she says this, he thinks it should be better.

Hua Xiaonan looked at Wen Aya with an obsessive and yearning expression: "Is your singing really so good?

Wen Aya smiled and said: "It's good or not, that's the benevolent and the wise." You haven't heard my singing, and I'm just blowing into the sky and floating clouds. So, let's use our strength to witness the miracle!"

"Little villain, sing quickly, I promise not to touch a single cold hair of the people around you, and evil thoughts are. Hua Xiaonan urged anxiously, just because Wen Aya's words had already whetted his appetite. He couldn't wait to hear how beautiful her singing was. So, now don't say that he wants to let go of the people around Wen Aya, even if he wants him to let go of the women all over the world from now on, he is willing.

It's a pity that Wen Aya didn't think of this section, if she thought of it, it would be strange if she didn't get angry with herself. After all, it is not so easy to spend a little man to ensure that he will not touch a woman again in this life and this life.

When Wen Aya heard this, she twisted her waist, put on a posture, put an orchid finger in both hands, and sang loudly: "There are guests and guests, and they are also white horses." There are many and there, and they are ......"

"Ouch yo ......"

"Oops......"

"Oh......"

"Don't ...... Sang ......"

Wen Aya sang this high, not to mention that it is pleasant to the ear, even if it is a little better. Therefore, the four of them were eager to listen to her melodious singing. However, when I heard her singing, which was worse than a duck's call, it suddenly made the chests of the four of them feel as if they had been punched in the chest, and they were painful, stuffy and uncomfortable.

So, the four couldn't help but cry out in horror. Especially Hua Xiaonan, he almost threw Bai Muzhen and Bi Shuge to the ground on the spot. Then, he covered his ears with his hands and told Wen Aya to stop singing in agony.

Who knew that Wen Aya sang very happily, and sang alone: "There is a guest stay, and there is a guest letter." Words and teachings, in order to tie their ......"

Wen Aya originally wanted to sing again, but when her eyes turned around casually, she suddenly found that Hua Xiaonan and the others were all looking at her with painful expressions.

She immediately stopped, looked at the four of them and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you? Why do you look so miserable?"

Hua Xiaonan covered his chest that was bleeding internally, looked at Wen Aya and said painfully: "Little villain, this is you...... Pleasant to the ear...... Singing?"

Wen Aya smiled modestly and said, "Yes." If you want to praise me, you don't have to, you just know it. Otherwise, I'll be shy. ”

Bi Shuge was already weak, but because of listening to Wen Aya's song, he simply didn't even have any energy, only his heart was still beating weakly. When he heard Wen Aya's words, he couldn't help it, and looked at her and asked weakly, "Wen ...... Girl, you ...... This is...... What are you singing...... Song?"

Bai Muzhen pulled out a smile when he heard this, and explained for Wen Aya: "My son-in-law sings the song of 'Youke' in the Book of Poetry to show her hospitability and piety. It's okay if you don't praise it, but your heart must be moved......"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he spoke, oh my mother, he had a premonition that Wen Aya's singing voice would definitely not be very good. However, he had no idea that it would be difficult to hear this level. Of course, it is precisely because he is mentally prepared that his heart is far less injured than Bi Shuge and the others.