Yong Fengyan was stunned. I didn't expect Mingmei to admit it without hesitation.

Then he bent the corners of his eyes, although he was a little angry, it was not as monstrous as if he was about to kill.

This is the Akemi he likes. Go straight and dare to act. willful, but never shirks responsibility. However, without asking or talking, it is also a bit of a black belly.

Yong Fengyan got up and walked to Mingmei, bowed her head and approached Mingmei, "Why do we Mingmei do this?" ”

A bewitching face approached, and it was a deliberately low voice. But it can't resist the clear smile of Mingmei, and the coldness that reaches the bottom of her heart in the corner of her eyes.

"It's just a warning."

Mingmei approached, leaned into Yong Fengyan's ear, and deliberately lowered her voice, "The intelligence network that has been operating for many years has been handed over to others like this, except for the guilt, Mei'er can't think of any other possibility." ”

Yong Fengyan grabbed Mingmei's waist and put her on herself, her voice was low, "There are really other possibilities." If our family Mingmei becomes my ninth prince and princess, taking care of these things will also become a matter of duty. ”

"This king, but I'll hand it over to you in advance."

He was in her ear, and he breathed like an orchid.

"This possibility, our family Mingmei, have you ever been satisfied?"

Mingmei hooked her lips, and the short knife in her sleeve was against the lobe of Yong Fengyan's lungs, "The ninth prince always likes to use his hands and feet, and this problem has to be cured." ”

Yong Fengyan was relaxed and bright, "What a ruthless little beauty." ”

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Ming Yin, who came here with a gold-painted invitation, sat back at the stone table, and asked the waiter on the side to bring a thousand years of ink, and said to Yong Fengyan, "Let's start writing." ”

"How to write it?"

"The new store will open tomorrow, and I would like to invite you to enjoy it. Feng Yan. ”

Mingmei handed over a sample.

Yong Fengyan accepted his fate.

"Mingmeiren, restore the information of 'Yun Yao Dyeing' to normal."

Mingmei curled the corners of her mouth, "I'm not a god." ”

Although hypnosis can indeed make Cui's mother remember the information that passed through her hands, she will not do that now.

"But you can stop Mother Cui from handling information. That way there will be no loss of information in the future. ”

Yong Fengyan smiled slightly, "Okay." ”

Bright and smiling. If Yong Fengyan knew that she had hypnotized Cui's mother more than this, I don't know if she would have ruthlessly abandoned Cui's mother directly?

Mingmei was still thinking about it here, and Mingyin stepped forward and said to Mingmei, "The one hundred and fifty coupons made by the shopkeeper have been distributed." At least four or five hundred sheets have been made in the Fuman Building opposite, and there is no limit to the cumulative use. The people's response to Fumanlou is obviously greater than ours. The shopkeeper was worried. ”

Mingmei hooked her lips and poured a cup of tea for Ming Yin, very calm, "If others want to lower their own value, why should we care about him?" ”

Yong Fengyan drew a pale pink gold-painted invitation, "This is?" ”

Bright lips, well, "Naturally, it is for the crazy suitors of our Nine Princes." ”

Evening. Fuman Building.

There was already a crowd of people lined up. And in front of the bright restaurant, there are many doors.

Mingmei hooked the corners of her mouth, "Are all the adults here?" ”

Mingyin nodded. "It's all here."

"Adults please, come out."

"Yes."

The door of Mingmei Restaurant slowly opened, and Mingmei walked out elegantly from inside, the sky blue dress looked bright and indifferent like the blue sky, elegant and beautiful.

It's just a slight blessing to everyone. Reach out and point inside the door.

"Oh my God! That's not Lord Chen, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites! How could he be here! ”

"And the mighty general Cheng!"

"Isn't she the eldest daughter of Ming Xiang's favorite! What's so strange about having these people invited! Don't you see that Master Liu is also here! ”

Mingmei smiled slightly, "It's a great honor to be able to invite you." Of course, I would like to thank Prince Nine for personally writing the invitation for us! ”

Yong Fengyan lightly hooked the corners of her mouth and walked out calmly.

Everyone was stunned. The Ninth Prince, the people below were stunned for a moment, and then led by women, let out bursts of exclamations!

Naturally, the crowd came to the sunny side.

Mingmei pulled the red silk open, and a waiter handed the adults scissors wrapped in red silk.

"Please cut the ribbon for 'Xiaojiu'."

While the red silk was intermittent, Mingmei pulled down the signboard wrapped in red cloth.

The "drunk" with artistic font looks elegant and elegant, and the gold-painted edge has a little bourgeois atmosphere, but it has its own clear and transparent bones.

Piano sound.

The Fumanlou on the opposite side also opened the door, and Yun Ji, who was dressed in pure white, walked out with the piano in her arms. Sit quietly.

If the fingers of the onion root are peeled, the bracelet with sapphire at this moment is more and more radiant like jade.

Fingertips move, music sounds. Suddenly like flowing water. Clear enough to cleanse the mind. Everyone unconsciously rushed to Fumanlou again.

"Could this be the 'Yun Ji' that only appears once a year in 'Yun Yaoran'?"

"It should be. In addition to 'Yun Ji', who else can compare to 'Yao Ji' in piano skills? ”

"Mingming?"

Someone made a small noise.

Yun Ji's piano voice trembled slightly, and she smiled slightly.

Yun Ji has practiced for many years, and naturally and skillfully transformed that trace of love into a new tune.

It's a little smart. Qingyan is extremely delicate with a faint charm that seems to be born.

"Ding-"

There was a bell ringing. Crisp. Moving.

Jade feet lightly.

There is a beautiful woman with very beautiful red makeup.

Mingmei raised her eyebrows, this is probably the legendary figure of Yun Yaoran.

"That's what you tune. The person who has taught for many years, but only let her come out once when Yongchenxuan ascended the throne, right? ”

One of the three concubines of "Yun Yao Dye".

"This turned out to be the most hidden of 'Yun Yao Ran', the first of the three concubines!"

"'Dyeing and clearing' that only happens once in ten years!"

"Clear! Clear! Clear! ”

The crowd couldn't help but shout! For this name of Dye Qingli, and for the moment Dye Qingli has attracted the dance of butterflies.

Yun Ji simply raised her eyes to look at the expressionless brightness, and defiantly hooked the corners of her lips.

At this moment, the sound of the piano was broken.

Lips to the brightness, word by word,

"You. Also. No. Pass. As. This. ”

Mingmei didn't look at her, but turned to look at Yong Fengyan.

Eyes. Some angry. Apparently unaware of the appearance of these two.

Smile. It's a little chilly. Obviously, he was a little uncomfortable with the appearance of these two jumping out of control.

Palm. Slightly curved. This is the expression xiàn that only appears when people endure love.

Mingmei looked away.

Although these two were Yun Yaoran's people, it was obvious that Yong Fengyan was unaware. The owner of this Fumanlou is naturally not Yong Fengyan.

That, probably someone from the Ming family.

Mingqi? Mingyi?

Yun Ji's piano sound sounded again, and it was a warm piano sound that was different from the clarity at the beginning.

The dance of Dye Qingli is also becoming more and more enthusiastic.

The lively and lively became more and more "drunk" and cold.

Mingmei said goodbye to the corners of her mouth.

Yun Ji who comes out once a year and Dye Qingli who comes out once every ten years are really beyond calculation.

Just like in the 21st century, the popularity of entertainment stars can completely crush the deputies of the people's congress.

What a problem.