The prince's mansion has been supporting musicians for a long time, and after a while, the third princess really found a few musical instruments for her and the people who played the instruments as she requested, all of them were capable people. Xie Yiying told them the tune once or twice, and they were able to play it smoothly.

can't imitate electronic sound, but the overall feeling of rhythm is good, Xie Yiying feels okay when he listens to it, and there are so many people, it's enough for a symphony, at least the momentum rushes out.

After arranging the band, Xie Yiying approached the Third Imperial Concubine and took her hand very kindly, with a kind smile on her face: "Third Imperial Sister-in-law, you know that this song is sung for the gods, in order to better express this song, I also want to find someone to play the role of the ancient god, such a role can not be played by someone at will, I think that today you are the master, and you are also the most noble person at this table, I will sing this song to you, what do you think?" ”

Suddenly put the third imperial concubine in the position of the ancient god, although he felt that Xie Yiying's intimate behavior was a little strange, but he couldn't stand her from lowering her posture like this, not to mention, in front of so many people, what could she do. After thinking about it, the third princess responded: "Then I am disrespectful." ”

Hearing this, Xie Yiying didn't wait for the third imperial concubine to turn around again and come up with any excuse to excuse herself, and snapped her fingers behind her, which was the instruction they had just agreed.

As soon as the command sounds, the instrumental music begins.

With classical musical instruments trying to imitate the sound of guitar, keyboard, bass, drums, and synthesized sound pads, Xie Yiying is the first accent, one hand pointing straight to the door of the three princesses, the action is as sharp as the wind, and then as soon as he closes his palm, the action turns sharply, the five fingers are closed in turn, the rhythm changes from rapid to slow, and it is gently placed on her side face, from top to bottom, caressing down, the eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, the eyes are full of affection, but the voice is low and sexy:

"A rocking red wine glass, and my lips are like blood."

The hand had slid to the person's rounded chin, and he pinched her chin with two fingers to force her to look up, while tilting his head slightly to get closer to the person, squinting his eyes and looking at her rosy lips: "That unusual beauty, unforgivable drunkenness." ”

Then let go of his right hand, slid down the person's back, put his arm around her waist, and put it in his arms, and his left hand naturally held her soft twing, and his fingertips lingered through her fingers, and he snapped it away, interlocking with his fingers: "Whoever follows wholeheartedly should be a guard at best." ”

His eyes seemed to penetrate a person's clothes, passing inch by inch over her waist, breasts, and lips, until he stared at her eyes, smiled evilly, and exhaled in her ear: "Stepping on roses, return a kiss as comfort." ”

"The pain is too beautiful, no matter how humble it is;

I also want to taste the taste of broken bones.

You are too beautiful, though you are speechless;

I want to cut off the world from a pile of stones;

My princess, I will occupy -

you

target

Beauty. ”

Xie Yiying used the time of a song to eat the tofu of the Three Imperial Princesses, and the cheeks of the person who sang straight were crimson, and the soul was unbearable, and the cherry lips in the arms of the leaning people were slightly open, and the taste of **** was full of ****.

The whole flower hall was silent.

Xie Yiying knew that when the third princess came back to her senses, she would definitely kill herself, so she let go after singing, and she didn't leave a moment, and she knew how to smoke a cigarette afterwards. With his right hand, he stroked his forehead and said, "Oh, my head hurts." ”

Qingmei understood her wife's eyes at a glance, and rushed out with a brisk step, Lisuo supported Xie Yiying: "You were not feeling well last night, and the doctor said that you need to rest, now you must go back to the house and lie down, come, the slave and maid help you, and see that your painful face is pale." ”

The master and servant sang and harmonized, and took advantage of everyone's confusion to quickly kill out of the Three Princes' Mansion.

It wasn't until she got into her own sedan chair that Xie Yiying let go of Qingmei's arm and bent over and laughed wildly.

"Hahahahaha

Qingmei sat opposite her and looked at her wife with a heavy face: "Madam, the slave maid thinks that the three imperial concubines will not be willing to see you again in half a year." ”

Xie Yiying's tears came out, and he waved his hand while wiping his tears to say that it didn't matter: "When we go back, let's pack up our luggage and move to Dongling Villa for a few months, to avoid the limelight hahaha ”

Qingmei still has a bitter and bitter face, she thinks that she is so nonsense, although she will definitely not dare to appear in front of the third princess again, but her wife will have to be talked about by others if she goes out again.

She thought about it right, in the next half a year, the three princesses fell into the shadows, and that teasing stimulated her too much, you must know that the three princes had never done that to her!

However, the discussion of Xie Yiying ...... Not that much. First of all, I don't say it's a woman to a woman, and secondly, I said that this is a divine comedy of praying for rain in the Western Regions, and when I am used to seeing the Taoist priest's practice, I pour wine and Sami and chant mantras and stab swords, this time compared to the other, it seems to be much milder?

Xie Yiying didn't think about it so much, she really couldn't stand the three imperial concubines' endless provocations for no reason this time, she had completely refreshed her understanding of the word hate.

So she's happy now.

Until the sedan chair was blocked in the middle of the street, she was still singing: "Every day is the same~ Occasionally, there will be whims~ As long as there is Doraemon~ Laughter will be extended infinitely~ Ang~~"

Then the sedan chair was slammed from the outside.

Xie Yiying was thrown to the very edge, Qingmei ignored herself, reached out to block it for her, Xie Yiying bumped into her arm, and Qingmei's arm was sandwiched between her and the window panel.

"How are you?" Xie Yiying didn't have time to sit down, took her hand, rolled up her sleeves to see that there were blood marks on it, and frowned: "Stupid." ”

Then he asked the outside: "What's going on!" ”

The noise outside suddenly subsided, and then a man's rather relaxed and pleasant voice sounded: "I'm disturbing my brother and sister." ”

…… Who are you?!

Outside, a guard reported to her through the curtain: "It's the third prince." ”

Xie Yiying paused rarely.

Why, did you know so quickly that I was bullying your daughter-in-law?

Qingmei had already withdrawn her hand and tidied up her sleeves, and whispered to her: "Don't get off the sedan chair, the slave maid will go and see." ”

After a while, he returned to the sedan chair and briefly explained to her what had happened.

It turned out to be the people of Dali Temple who arrested the prisoners, and happened to be blocked with their own sedan chair, and the people in Dali Temple were also angry, regardless of whose honor guard this was, not a single step, and also blamed Xie Yiying for cheap travel, with not many people and horses, if the people of Dali Temple insisted that they were clumsy and did not distinguish that this was the prince's mansion sedan horse, it was not easy to punish them.

As a result, the two people were blocking here, just in time to meet the three princes.

The honor guard and majesty of the three princes are far superior to those of the four imperial concubines. Riding on a tall horse, he scolded the people and horses of Dali Temple.

Xie Yiying asked the reason for the matter, and couldn't think of what this Zhou Zhao did for no reason.

What's the matter, it's time to learn Lei Fengyue?

At this time, everyone was waiting outside, and she didn't think much about it, but she sent Qingmei out to thank the third prince again.

Zhou Zhao was riding on a horse, the sun was blazing, and his eyebrows were bright.

He is too good at disguising himself, elegant and calm, gentle and noble, and has a heart that does not invade oil and salt.

He nodded to Qingmei, and then pulled the horse on a leash to avoid the road for them.

There was no extra look in his eyes, but he always looked down at the sedan chair from above the crowd.