Nangong Qi's expression changed slightly. (Pin # book...... Net)!

It's his birthday banquet anyway, Lin Feiye is known as the first talented woman in the capital, and if he plays a song around the beam, it will also add color to his birthday banquet. If it is not as rumored to be, it is also paving the way for his daughter Nangong Yuxin, Nangong Yuxin's dance just now has been appreciated by all the adults.

It's just that Lin Feiye injured his hand and couldn't play the piano.

Nangong Qi was a little hesitant in his eyes, Lin Feiye looked sideways slightly, and a shallow smile appeared on his hibiscus-like cheeks. The place where I looked was Lin Xue'er sitting alone in the corner.

Lin Xue'er's heart tightened, and she looked flustered.

Lin Feiye made her more and more incomprehensible, what did she want to do......

In a moment, Lin Feiye's voice like a pearl falling on a jade plate sounded in everyone's ears.

"Prime Minister, it's a pity that the little girl is injured and can't perform. My sister Xue'er has a delicate temperament, and she has a good talent, and playing the jade flute is a must. Lin Feiye's smile was as gentle as water, so that the audience thought it was her heartfelt words, and they sighed in their hearts that they were sisterly.

Lin Feiye Wan'er lowered her eyebrows, with a light smile on the corner of her mouth, Lianbu moved to Lin Xue'er's side lightly, and took her hand, "For the matter of the prime minister's music, the little sister has practiced hard at home." ”

Lin Xue'er's pupils suddenly dilated, when she practiced hard, Lin Feiye was talking nonsense.

She really wanted to tear apart Lin Feiye's different painting skin, but she was also a daughter of the Lin family, and exposing Lin Feiye would not do her the slightest benefit. Not to mention anything else, Lin Maoze couldn't spare her for the first time.

"Then bother the second lady of the Lin family to show off her talents." Listening to Lin Feiye's introduction, Nangong Qi was also quite interested and looking forward to Lin Xueer's music.

Is this a chance to send yourself to your door?

Recently, I have been thinking about Aunt Yan, and I have rarely touched the jade flute, but this skill is still in my body.

A hint of pride and arrogance flashed in Lin Xue'er's eyes, Lin Feiye, you gave me the opportunity yourself, then I would be disrespectful.

When she landed, Lin Xue'er withdrew her hand from Lin Feiye's hand without a trace, her eyes showed a charming state, and Lianbu stepped forward lightly.

Lin Feiye removed the smile from her eyes, gently lifted her skirt, and returned to her seat with a cold smile, her eyebrows raised slightly, and sat and watched a good show that was about to be staged.

Under the expectation of everyone, Lin Xue'er's soft cherry lips gently touched the jade flute, and suddenly the crisp and leisurely ancient song sounded in the hall, and everyone listened attentively.

Although Aunt Yan is hateful, she also gave birth to a good daughter for herself!

Lin Maoze felt a little regretful in his heart, Lin Feiye couldn't perform on stage, and looked at Lin Xue'er who was playing the flute with a relieved face, and sighed secretly in his heart.

What if he doesn't have a son, his two daughters are called Shuangshu in the capital, and they have earned a lot of face among their colleagues.

Whether it is in the past life or in this life, Lin Maoze has been loyal to the country all his life, and his greatest wish is to see their sisters and families harmonious. It's just that I never thought that in the previous life, I was so badly harmed by Lin Xue'er, and in this life, my father still hopes that their sisters can rely on each other.

It's a pity that she is no longer the simple Lin Feiye she was at the beginning!

Her left hand tightly clasped a cup of tea in front of the case, but she never took a sip, she didn't dare to touch the things in the prime minister's mansion again! The ice in Lin Feiye's eyes dissipated, and he changed to a playful color.

A long and tactful flute suddenly came low, whimpering, and complaining.

Sure enough, Lin Xueer couldn't hold down this xhtml in the end