"Poof!" Huangfu Jiayi listened and squirted out a mouthful of tea.

She didn't intend to listen to it at all, but the sound of the piano kept getting into her ears, and she could only suppress the disgust in her heart.

At first, she didn't pay much attention to what song Mu Jinxiu played, but later she suddenly found that the tune that she occasionally listened to seemed familiar, so she listened carefully, and when she heard it, she found that Mu Jinxiu was playing "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

It's nothing to use "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" to express love, and it's nothing in front of so many people, but can't she play it well? Can you not forcibly add too many personal emotions into it, and play so sad and sad?

A good song has been ruined by her! She really wanted to slap her and faint her!

Yun Jinghua's eyebrows jumped, and he raised his eyes to look at the people who were staring at the palace from time to time, and finally lowered his head, and fiddled with the lid of the tea cup again and again, using the sound of the lid hitting the cup to cover the sound of someone's heartfelt piano.

In the restaurant behind the booth, Qingye, dressed in black, leaned against the open window of the private room "Star Chasing Pavilion" with his arms around his chest, listening to the sound of the downstairs, he couldn't help but tremble, and got goosebumps.

Turning his head, he complained: "Master, although Aoba doesn't understand the rhythm, that girl can't stand it, you just let people blow that person away, so as not to pollute the ears of many people." ”

The window was facing the side, and he could see the roofs of the various shops lined up, and he couldn't see the situation in front of the first floor of Zhufeng Zhai, so he didn't know who was coming in front of the road.

It's just that the scholar just now asked someone to come up and report the news, saying that a few people had guessed all the riddles of the lantern, and also guessed the riddles on the lotus lamp at the back of the least, and were preparing to let those people compete for the championship, and the winner of the least, would take Feng Mingqin.

Zhuge Wuwei glanced at Qingye with a faint expression, and said coldly: "Wouldn't it be good for you to plug your ears directly?" And no one told you to listen. ”

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, still looking at the book in his hand calmly, but his mind was a little distant, thinking in his heart, could that person also be downstairs? Is it possible for her to guess all the riddles? If it was her, he would directly ask people to pack Feng Mingqin and send it to her house, plus pack and send him over himself.

He thought about it, and suddenly felt a little lonely in his heart, is it possible? Thinking that with her temperament, it is impossible to appear on such an occasion, and she should be thinking about revenge in a courtyard where she bought and hid.

"Whew......" he exhaled a somewhat heavy breath, and his face darkened a little.

When Aoba saw his appearance, his heart exploded with an "oops", staring at him with a frightened face.

What did he just hear? His master, who is as extraordinary and perfect as a god, can actually sigh? Ah! This is terrible, the poison of Bai Mulan, who is not a human ghost or a ghost, is too deep, right?

Aoba thinks it's not good to go on like this, but his master has always been "rampant", how can he sigh because of a little woman like those resentful women in the boudoir? He's going to have to figure it out.

Killed that half-human, half-ghost "ghost man"? He shook his head in thought, this was not going to happen.

Maybe as soon as the "ghost man" dies, his master will follow to seek death, then his sin will be great, he will jump into the turbulent Lancang River ten times, and he will be a drowned ghost ten times and have no shame to face those ancestors of the Ji family.

Kidnap that man and stuff him directly into his master's bed, so that they will be turned red? He shook his head again.

He didn't believe in this ghost before, and he didn't believe in any ghosts trying to suck people's yang energy, but now he didn't dare to take it seriously. If that "ghost man" wants to suck the yang energy from his master's body, won't he do so and cause his master to die?

Aoba thought about it, looking at the moonlit night sky with resentment, and scolded sadly in his heart: Wang Ba Lamb, who can tell me what to do? Ancestor of the Ji family, you just go directly to my dream tonight to point out the maze and tell me if that ghost man is the golden phoenix who can help the master achieve great things. If so, I will take her into the Prime Minister's Mansion and throw her directly on the master's bed. If not, tomorrow I will arrange for someone to kill her and destroy her mouth, and then destroy the corpse!

He poured bitter water there in waves, and when the sound of the piano downstairs suddenly stopped, he instantly felt relieved, and unconsciously exhaled a breath.

Raised his hand and touched the door of his head, the tentacles were clammy and cold.

He actually listened to the song and heard a cold sweat? What a ghost!

Downstairs, the sound of the piano stopped, and the people in front of the booth were at a loss.

That's it? I didn't understand what it meant, what was she playing?

Mu Jinxiu didn't know what everyone was thinking, she just thought that the song she played was really impeccable, got up with a smile on her face, and gave a salute to Yingying, the people in the audience.

After the ceremony, she looked up with a faint smile, ready to see the faces of the crowd applauding happily and excitedly, but unfortunately all the faces were numb, as if she was playing just the juggling played by a three-year-old child when she first learned the piano, and her delicate face suddenly turned white.

Thinking that this is in public, there may be someone who recognizes her, the second miss of Mu Mansion, and she doesn't dare to be stunned there all the time, her muscles stiffened, and she turned around and left the Qin case and returned to the side of the palace night, where there was an empty chair for her.

It's just that she didn't dare to look at Gong Mingye's expression, for fear of seeing a look of disappointment or disdain on his face.

Huangfu Jiayi took Mu Jinxiu's expression in her eyes, and never missed her full of expectation and disappointment, and couldn't help but laugh out loud with a "poof".

heard her royal brother throw it: "Sister, it's your turn, what are you smirking at?" She was stunned for a moment and quickly stood up.

She didn't ask Huangfu Shenghua why she asked her to come first, because she suddenly understood that if Yun Jinghua's piano skills were better than her, if she appeared later than Yun Jinghua, it would be embarrassing for herself at all.

Imagine, if people listen to her more exquisite piano skills, how can they listen to her? will only devalue her to nothing.

Gong Mingye's eyes glanced at Huangfu Jiayi's back faintly, and swept Huangfu Shenghua by the way, and then withdrew his gaze to stare at the yellow tea liquid in front of him, secretly guessing the origin of several people in his heart.

Huangfu Jiayi felt the sight falling on her back, but she didn't care, she came to the piano table and sat down briskly, put her hands on the strings with confidence, relaxed her body and mind and began to play the piano.

Mu Jinxiu played a mournful version of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", she knew that she could win over her by playing anything now, as for Yun Jinghua, she thought that she might not be able to win against that person no matter what, and there was no need to arrogantly compete with that person for this Fengming qin, this qin should be owned by someone with better piano skills than her.