The bright sleeves are lightly hooked, and the white and delicate fingers gently pluck the strings, and the soft and gentle sound of the piano suddenly pours out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Like the murmuring of a stream, or like the chirping of birds in the jungle, it twists and turns.

The style of the song suddenly turned, tactful and resolute, like a wave hitting a stone into the sea, with an unstoppable momentum, shocking and dizzying.

After a song, the hall was silent, and everyone was still in the soul wandering, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

Someone in the audience was the first to stand up and applaud, as if they were driven by him, and the rest of the people stood up.

"The girl with bright sleeves is getting more and more exquisite." Qin Xiangsheng woke up from his intoxication, shook the wine glass in his hand, and looked at Wuhua's meaning.

"Wuhua, you are very blessed."

One of the people at the front table stood up and raised his glass to the girl on the stage. "Today, I feast my ears and salute the girl with a bright sleeve."

Although the hall was warmer than the outside, but the bright sleeves were obviously worn less, as soon as she finished playing, the maid next to her immediately put on a big coat for her, she went down the steps, and Ming'er who followed her handed over a glass of wine.

But it was disrespectful, but the amount of wine was too shallow. I had to take this opportunity to toast all the sons present. ”

She raised her head and drank it all, her snow-white neck graceful like a proud white swan. Ming Sleeve reached out and poured the wine glass above his head.

The red clouds floating on her cheeks added a bit of coquettishness, and the boys around her were ready to move.

There are not a few sons who have been peeping at her for a long time, but she is entangled with Wuhua Gongzi. Even if the prince of Wuhua has not been to Huamanlou for a while, but after the girl with bright sleeves refused, there are really few of them who dare not be long-eyed and dare to use strong with Ming sleeves.

I didn't dare before, let alone now. Today's prince is the brother-in-law of Wuhua Gongzi, and when he is in the limelight, Ming Sleeve is just a singer, and he can't make a relationship with Wuhua Gongzi for her.

Wuhua sat quietly, watching Ming Sleeve linger among those people, comforting them.

Ming Sleeve has encountered such a scene not once or twice, and she seems to be very comfortable shuttling around the sons.

Everyone just laughed a few words, then let go of Ming Sleeve and let her go.

After just a few words, Ming'er came in first and added a chair to Wuhua's side.

He waited aside.

The piano with Ming Sleeve on the stage has been withdrawn, and the woman who replaced Ming Sleeve on stage has a gorgeous appearance, but it is a grade worse than Ming Sleeve.

Soon after, a slender figure dangled from the thin curtain.

Ming Sleeve lifted the curtain and walked in with a smile. Looking at it from a distance before, I felt that Ming Sleeves was also a stunning color, but when I looked closely, I felt that her temperament was elegant and not like an ordinary dusty woman.

Ming Sleeve leaned over slightly, and after greeting the other person at the table, he asked softly in Wuhua's ear.

"I haven't seen my son for more than a month, I heard that my son is unwell, but now he is better?"

"Yes, it's better." Wuhua lowered his eyes and responded lightly.

"That's good." Ming Sleeve nodded. Wuhua is not a person of many words, and when Ming Sleeve talks to her, he only gets her monophonic reply.

However, Ming Sleeve looked indifferent, which made Qin Xiangsheng feel a little uncomfortable, and sighed in his heart that he was a lonely person.

Meaningful care. "I heard Ming'er explain that the sleeve girl twisted her foot some time ago, I don't know why?"

"Could it be for dance practice?" Qin Xiangsheng speculated.

Ming Sleeve smiled and did not answer.

But Ming'er, who was standing behind her, answered. "The girl has always paid attention to these, and practicing dance is not a matter of one or two years, so naturally she will not sprain her foot because of dancing."

"Besides, the girl is bruised, not sprained."

"Oh?" Qin Xiangsheng thought about it, and it was true that Ming'er had only explained to her that her sleeve had hurt her foot, but she had not said that she had hurt her foot.

The idea was indeed preconceived of its own. "When did the girl with bright sleeves get hurt?"

"Huh?" Ming'er pondered for a moment. "What number it is, the slave can't remember."

"Anyway, it's the same day that Huang Gongzi rode the horse." After saying this, Ming'er realized that Qin Xiangsheng's face was a little strange, and she didn't want to interject anymore and stepped aside.

Qin Xiangsheng was full of doubts. "The girl with bright sleeves was there that day?"

Ming Sleeve glanced at Qin Xiangsheng, paused for a moment, and replied. "On that day, the concubine went to the embroidery pavilion to buy some needlework, and when she got off the carriage, she was hit by someone and stepped on the air, which only then did she reach her feet. As for Childe's meaning...."

"I see." Speaking of this, Qin Xiangsheng couldn't help but glance at Wuhua who was sitting quietly on the side and sighed.

"These days, it's not peaceful."

"Listen to what Gongzi meant before, but is it referring to Huang Gongzi's case?" Ming Sleeve asked with a smile.

"Yes." Qin Xiangsheng nodded. "Almost."

Ming Sleeve smiled slightly and said again. "Today's case of Huang Gongzi is decided, and I don't know how Lord Yin will be decided."

"Don't you know?" Hearing this, Qin Xiangsheng was slightly stunned for a moment, "The girl hasn't gone to Jingzhao Mansion to see the excitement?" ”

Ming Sleeve shook his head, "The concubine wants to go, but Aunt Hui doesn't allow it, saying that it is better to walk less on the concubine's legs." The concubine thought about it carefully and didn't go. ”

"Well, yes, what Aunt Hui said is not bad." Qin Xiangsheng nodded approvingly, and narrated the dramatic scene that took place in Jingzhao Mansion today.

Qin Xiangsheng said to himself, and the room was quiet for a while.

After a while, I saw the direction of the door, and Ming'er lifted the curtain for the little man who delivered tea.

The little guy didn't know if it was because he had just arrived, and the tray in his hand was trembling slightly, and he walked slowly and cautiously, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally break all the tea sets that seemed to be worth a lot of money.

Ming Sleeve just glanced in the direction of the door, and when he saw the little guy coming in with tea, he withdrew his gaze. Listening attentively to Qin Xiangsheng's narration.

I don't know what stimulated me, Wuhua suddenly coughed in a low voice, this cough only felt like he almost coughed up all the blood, and he couldn't stop for a while.

"Bring it here." Seeing that Wuhua showed no signs of easing down, Ming Sleeve was a little worried that he didn't have time to continue listening to the story, and urged while gently patting Wuhua on the back.

Urged by Ming Sleeve like this, or afraid of something, the little guy's steps were messy, and the tray in his hand was slanted in the exclamations of several people in the room, and he hit Wuhua head-on.

Fortunately, Xiao San reacted quickly, reached out and stopped him, and grabbed the teapot, but because the body of the pot was overturned and the water was difficult to collect, most of the tea was splashed on Wuhua's body.

But fortunately, the bright sleeves let people serve warm water, if the water is boiling...

Only a few crisp cracking sounds were heard, and the tray and tea cup all fell to the ground.

The little guy knew that something was wrong with him, and his legs were so frightened that he knelt down on the spot.

Ming's hand was still on Wuhua's back, and there were a lot of water stains on his sleeves. She withdrew her sleeve and looked back at the little guy who was kneeling on the ground trembling with fear.

"Why are you so rude?"

Ming'er, who was following behind, also wanted to save the set of cups, but because her hands were relatively short, one cup slipped from her fingers, and that feeling made her very angry. "I'm going to let Aunt Hui teach you a good lesson later."

"Auntie, girl..."Hearing Ming'er say this, the little girl trembled even more, but she didn't seem to beg for mercy with a stupid mouth.

Wuhua only felt a large piece of wetness behind her back, and the cold made her feel cold to her bone marrow, and she suddenly shivered.

Ming Sleeve suddenly noticed it, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped his back for Wuhua.

Wuhua waved his hand, indicating that it was useless.

Qin Xiangsheng on the side had already stood up, but he didn't expect that he just wanted to come and listen to the music tonight, and he made such a scene, seeing that Wuhua's clothes were almost wet.

"Wuhua, why don't I send you home first?"

Ming Sleeve shook his head at Qin Xiangsheng. "Qin Gongzi, Huamanlou is still some distance away from the Prime Minister's Mansion, you can't let Gongzi go back to the house in wet clothes, right?"

She stood up, "It's better for me to help my son change into clean clothes first, and then it's not too late to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion." ”

"I didn't think much of it." Qin Xiangsheng thought about it carefully, and it was indeed the case, and he couldn't help but admire. "The girl with bright sleeves is really careful."

Seeing Ming Sleeve help Wuhua walk out, Qin Xiangsheng sat down, and the song played by the singer on the first floor echoed in his ears, but he couldn't calm down, and faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out.

His gaze fell on the kneeling guy in front of him.

The building is divided into two courtyards, the front yard is three floors, the first hall and the second floor are all private rooms, and the third floor is the girls' own room.

The bright sleeves are the pillars of the flowered building, and they generally have their own small courtyards.

It's just that she considered that the front yard was some distance from the small courtyard where she lived, and Wuhua was already sick, so it would not be good if she was wearing wet clothes and blowing a cool breeze. So she directly helped Wuhua up to the third floor.

Wuhua closed her eyes and took off her coat, her Adam's apple rolling up and down, and she kept coughing, causing her voice to be slightly nasal. "Mingsleeve, what's the matter?"

"Then the descendants of the Li family were taken away." Ming sleeve hung the big aside for her.

"Who is it?" Wuhua covered her lips with her sleeves, trying to suppress the itching in her throat.

"I don't know." Ming Sleeve thought about it carefully, pushed open the wardrobe, and pulled out a few large pieces from the cabinet.

"But listening to Gongyan's description, he was dressed in an ordinary blue cloth robe, wrapped in a blue scarf, as if he was afraid of trouble and deliberately concealed his face, oh, with a soft sword."

"Gongyan sent people to follow, but he lost it. Now I am looking around for traces of the two sons and grandchildren. ”

The bright sleeves turned out a heavy cotton coat and put it on Wuhua. "But the only thing that is certain is that it is not from the Huang family."

Wuhua nodded, feeling a lot warmer in his body. "In that case, then don't look for it."

Ming Sleeve turned around and looked at Wuhua seriously for a moment, smiling. "It seems that the master knows who the man is."

Wuhua didn't deny it, but said lightly. "I only promised to protect her thoroughly, and now that someone else has intervened, I think he will do better than me."

"I've done my best for her."