"Shhhh This tea house is very aura! Someone once dreamed of Li Bai, Du Fu, and Li Qingzhao here! Mu Xingchen was really a little angry at her words, and he deliberately scared Mengjun like this.

"Okay, okay, I know it's wrong, I'll never say it again. "www.biquge.info Mengjun immediately sat up, holding his breath with a serious face.

"It's still a child, so easy to deceive." Mu Xingchen was very happy in his heart. He stretched out his long arms and hugged Mengjun in his arms. coincided with a burst of mellow and elegant music, which was the ancient song - Phoenix Seeking Phoenix. Two thousand years ago, the versatile and talented Sima Xiangru won Zhuo Wenjun's confidence by playing this ancient song. Zhuo Wenjun, Zhuo Mengjun? Hey, Mu Xingchen was surprised to find that the girl in his arms was actually one word different from the talented girl Zhuo Wenjun, who was separated by two thousand years of time and space. What a blessing this is! Thinking of this, Mu Xingchen became more and more beautiful, and his fingers flicked on Mengjun's back with the flow of the piano.

"Hehehe." Who knows, Mengjun laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Xingchen asked curiously.

"You don't want this, okay? I feel so itchy, so itchy......" Yume-kun continued to giggle.

"Oh-so your weakness is here, well, let me catch it now, and if you lose your temper again, I'll know how to punish you." Mu Xingchen smiled evilly, and stretched out his hand to reach under Mengjun's squeaky nest.

"Don't, don't, please, just spare me!" Mengjun hurriedly begged for mercy. That cute appearance is simply cute.

"Okay, today Uncle Ben will raise his noble hand and let you go, but this sin can be forgiven, and other crimes are unavoidable." Mu Xingchen hugged his shoulders, with the momentum of a high king.

"And what do you want?" Mengjun brushed a handful of messy hair and asked innocently.

"Is this ...... Uncle Ben should think about it. In fact, Mu Liushao has long hoped for Mengjun's pink red lips, such a beautiful atmosphere, elegant music, curling tea fragrance, and beautiful women. But he had another layer of scruples in his heart, afraid that as soon as he touched her red lips, he would be out of control, and he would uncontrollably possess her further. When he was in the car just now, he forced down his rolling lust and didn't know how much energy it would take, he really didn't dare to guarantee that when there was a next time, his perseverance would be strong enough to resist the temptation of this beautiful girl.

In fact, as a wealthy family like him is a young master, it is very common to have sex with a woman, not to mention that they are also boyfriend and girlfriend now, and he basically does so many things for Mengjun without asking for anything in return. But the more this happened, the more he worried. He was afraid that he would frighten her; He was afraid that he would suddenly lose interest in her because of this; He was even more afraid that he would not be able to take responsibility for her. She hasn't had her eighteenth birthday yet, if he takes away the most precious thing as a girl, he really doesn't know what he can use to repay her, for other women, maybe he can also give money and material things, but Mengjun is so arrogant, proud as the snow lotus on the iceberg.

With such a crystal clear, graceful and noble snow lotus, how could he be so easily defiled? Mu Xingchen's feelings for Mengjun at this time are not very clear. And as a young master of such a wealthy aristocracy, he knows one thing very well, although he does not need to be married like the feudal emperor's family, but his marriage is by no means all based on his own preferences. It is precisely because of these reasons that he has always been resolute and resolute hesitated.

"Then punish you for performing a talent!" Mu Xingchen's slender fingers gently stroked his chin and said.

"That's it, okay, no problem!" Mengjun breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, a trace of regret slowly rose from the chest, why is this? Why did she feel sorry? Could she be willing to give her life to this man? Zhuo Mengjun, which tendon did you make the mistake?

"Since you like to listen to the guqin so much, why don't I also play the qin for you?" Mengjun stood up with great interest.

"You can also play the guqin?" Mengjun's talent really surprised Mu Xingchen. But after being shocked, only joy remained, as if he had found a piece of flawless jade, and the bundle of cheap firewood he picked up was indeed too big!

"Of course it's true, but I'm going to play it quietly for a while, otherwise in this elegant place, I'll be suspected of having an axe." Mengjun said modestly.

"Hmm." Mu Xingchen snorted, how did he think that Mengjun would definitely play better than the violinist here. He picked up the brass bell on the table and shook it lightly twice. After a while, a girl dressed in pink Hanfu walked in.

"What do you command?" The girl's voice swallows the voice of the warbler.

"Even the title has been changed to the ancient one!" Mengjun couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Go and get your best piano, this young lady is going to play a song." Mu Xingchen raised his chin slightly.

Mengjun couldn't help but cry out again in his heart, this master is really, didn't he tell him not to be so publicistic just now? But he was so high-profile.

"Yes, slave and maid obey." The girl replied softly.

After a while, he walked in with a piano in his hand. Mengjun knew at a glance that this qin was very old, at least before the Qing Dynasty, and it was a green Qiqin carved from mahogany. And it should still be from the hands of famous artists, otherwise there would not be such a precious handprint.

"Xingchen, this piano is too expensive. I'm a little afraid to touch it! Mengjun retracted his hand behind him, not daring to stretch it out.

"What are you afraid of, how much does this piano cost, I bought it." Mu Xingchen said generously.

"Qi Qi, this is the qin of the late Ming Dynasty, worth 500,000." The girl was putting it mildly.

"What? 500,000, it's almost as good as you want to grab money! Mengjun was so frightened that he almost screamed.

"Speaking of which, the luthier is not a famous artist, otherwise, I am afraid that I will not be able to take a million. This minister, you really have a vision. The girl continued to recommend.

"Okay, then I'll buy it, this is the check I signed, you can come back and exchange it." Mu Xingchen waved his pen in a dashing manner, and then changed the fate of this qin.

"This husband is really generous, you and this young lady are really talented and beautiful, and there will be a good story in the future!" The girl grinned and complimented herself before withdrawing.

Now Mengjun was completely dumbfounded, what is this called? No matter how rich you are, you Mu Liushao won't be treated so badly, right? 500,000, how big is that stack of bills? Did you just give it to someone else in exchange for such a piece of wood?

"Like it? Give me a song to play the piano to the prime minister. Looking at this girl's surprised look, Mu Xingchen guessed her careful thoughts. She must have felt that she was extravagant, but 500,000 yuan was really a small number for him, and the New Year's money given to him by his grandfather and grandmother was not worth 2 million. Besides, he is indeed not wronged, there are a lot of good things hidden in this tea house, and he knows it. Among them, there are many vintage guqins, and a friend of mine likes to collect guqins, and he has also accompanied them to see them. As soon as this piano was taken out, he decided that it was definitely a chronological piano from the workmanship of the piano, the lacquer of the piano body and the broken lines. Youdao is a beautiful woman with red powder, and since he met Mengjun, he really didn't know what she liked, and today he finally knew, and he didn't send a decent one.

"This piano is too valuable, I don't dare touch it!" Mengjun hid his hand behind him even deeper. She learned the guqin because of her father's liking, and she once remembered that when she was a child, on a bright and moonlit night, the fuqin would always be accompanied by the gentle evening breeze, putting her slender fingers on the strings, and then the narrow body of the piano would flow out of an extremely beautiful piece of music in the world.

At that time, Mengjun was very surprised that this long and narrow wooden box could play such an empty and beautiful music. Since then, she has fallen deeply in love with the instrument. She still remembers that when she was a child, she was ignorant, and she often pestered her father to ask her mother, and every time her father couldn't answer, he would take out the piano and play a song full of heart and deep feelings. Strange to say, when she heard this beautiful body, she immediately stopped crying. Later, she pestered her father to hand her to play the piano, the strings of the guqin are very hard, her little hands are soft, and it is very difficult to pluck the strings, especially the fingering method of playing pinching, which requires the first joint of the ring finger to be pressed on the string. Dad felt sorry for her, so he didn't let her practice, but she didn't listen to her father and practiced secretly behind her father's back. It wasn't until one day that she was able to play her father's song Yangguan three stacks, and she didn't come out with a decent performance.

On her father's birthday that day, she presented this song, and her father was moved to tears, hugged her tightly, and murmured, "Yunmeng, did you hear me?" Your daughter can play music! ”

Father's tears fell on her hands one by one, and her heart moistened little by little. Since then, playing the piano has also become a common hobby between father and daughter, and in the sound of the piano, they will naturally form a tacit understanding. The color of the piano at home is not very beautiful, and Mengjun has always hoped to buy a decent piano as a gift for his father. Today she seems to be able to get her wish, but this piano is simply sky-high for her, so she really dare not touch it.

"What's wrong? Niu'er, don't tell me you're a promiscuity, do you? Mu Xingchen clearly read her sadness and her heart from Mengjun's eyes, maybe this heart is also related to her life experience. He also thought about what Mengjun's biological mother was like? Can Mengjun be born so perfectly?