Mrs. Qing pulled the little girl's red face and giggled: "My little princess, is your Aunt Qing so ruthless?" ”

The little girl shrugged Xiao Qiong's nose and muttered, "That's not for sure, the stepmother never kisses her mother, what's more, it's just an aunt?" ”

Mrs. Qing smiled helplessly, did she send the baby wrong? It's really good to be reciprocated. But who let her face the quirky little girl, but she could only greet her with a depressed smile in her heart. This little aunt and grandmother, even if she is noble, she can't afford to offend, who wants her to plot against this little aunt's father?

Try to make her smile sincere and soft, and said: "Although Aunt Qing can't get along with her mother, she will definitely treat you closer than your own mother." Of course, everyone will say big things, but the most important thing is to look at the action, right? So, Your Highness Princess, just look at it......"

The little girl's big eyes suddenly lit up, and she said crisply: "Aunt Qing, it's the puppy who is playing with Laipi......"

Mrs. Qing smiled helplessly, but stretched out her slightly hooked little finger: "Pull the hook? ”

In the minds of children, it is still the hook that reassures them.

The little girl giggled, stretched out her little finger and hooked it with Aunt Qing's little finger: "Hanging on the hook for a hundred years is not allowed to change ......"

To be honest, she didn't care who of these aunts who launched a ferocious offensive against her father would achieve positive results. It's not that she doesn't have a conscience, it's that she can't do anything. Those aunts offered her as a little ancestor, but her father didn't buy her account.

However, she still hoped that her father would be able to accept all the orders. Such. She still has to die happily? Which of these mothers and aunts doesn't treat her like a baby?

The little girl who was wandering in a better life had crystal saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth, destroying all the ladylike temperament.

Concubine Guan smiled helplessly, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of the little girl's mouth, wondering what the little girl was thinking. However, in her mind, the only thing that can make the little girl drool for no reason is food......

If the little girl knew what the goddess of the Tao thought in her heart, she would definitely retort loudly: "Li'er is losing weight ......"

However, who believes such an unconfident rebuttal?

Dragonstorm clenched his fists. I didn't expect this to happen. Just now. He still had many fantasies, because he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a ruthless barrier between Nirvana and Lady Qing, who seemed to be intimate. Therefore, he spent a lot of money and took the adult gift given to him by his ancestors as a birthday gift for Mrs. Qing.

But now it seems. The gift is valuable. But it didn't get the slightest effect.

Mrs. Qing's ambiguous words that evoke people's imagination are certainly gratifying. The rash actions that accompanied Mrs. Keqing greatly reduced the effect of this sentence. And he didn't expect that Mrs. Qing had just taken the jade pendant from him, and then gave the jade pendant to a little girl casually......

Isn't this a waste of good things? What can a little girl who may not have been weaned understand? Maybe after a while, it will be thrown away as waste!

It's really a tyrannical thing!

That's when it happened. Feng Yanzun's voice, which had already adjusted his mentality, rang in his ears: "Feng has also prepared a gift as a birthday gift for Mrs. Qing!" ”

Bang Bang Bang!

Feng Yanzun clapped his palms, and an old man carefully walked into the hall holding a long wooden box, standing respectfully beside Feng Yanzun.

Syllable!

Feng Yanzun carefully opened the wooden box, and a mottled seven-string guqin exuding the vicissitudes of life came into everyone's eyes.

Feng Yanzun said with a smile: "This guqin is called Yinli, and it has a history of more than 5,000 years. The forgers have long been drowned in the river of history, leaving no message for future generations. But this guqin has gone through the vicissitudes of the world and is still intact. Moreover, this guqin will automatically play a mournful guqin song every full moon night, like a woman whispering under the moon......"

As soon as his tone changed, Feng Yanzun said slowly: "The most important thing is that this is a spirit qin!" ”

This time, Mrs. Qing's expression was slightly shocked, and her eyes were fixed on the handful. And the people who studied the guqin in the field were also full of horror and looked at the death lying quietly in the wooden box.

The piano has a soul to have a soul. And if the qin wants to give birth to a soul, it needs to be soaked in the heart and blood of the qin maker until the heart and blood are dry. In other words, the advent of Lingqin must have a person willing to give up his life!

The corners of Feng Yanzun's mouth curled slightly, and he said: "Moreover, when you play this renunciation, it will bring the violin strocher into a mysterious state. According to a senior of the Feng family who has attained great attainments in the qin path, if he can get the approval of the departed, he may be able to create his own spiritual music under its guidance......

This time, Madame Qing narrowed her eyes, and an inexplicable meaning flashed in the narrow gap. And Nirvana, who was closest to Madame Qing, clearly felt Madame Qing's longing, just like the people in the desert who were about to die of thirst saw the clear stream......

Feng Yanzun's eyes showed a little pride, and he was very satisfied with Mrs. Qing's surprised and eager look, and said with a polite smile: "Mrs. Su Wenqing is a master of the piano, as the so-called sword is given to heroes, and good pianos are given to beauties." This is a perfect match for Mrs. Qing. I believe that the death in the hands of Mrs. Qing will definitely bloom with the most brilliant brilliance, and then enjoy the world's fame! ”

Mrs. Qing slowly walked to the guqin, stretched out her hand and plucked the strings a few times at will, the sound of the dingdong qin was crisp, but it was mixed with a little crying and complaining, with a powerful magic that made people laugh and cry!

Mrs. Qing closed her eyes and felt it carefully, and murmured like a dream: "Good piano......"

As Feng Yanzun said, her attainments in the piano path are quite profound, and she can be called a master. At her level, can she still tell the good from the bad? The death in front of me is definitely a masterpiece in the piano!

Feng Yanzun breathed a little greedily and breathed the seductive aura emanating from Madam Qing's body, like poison, which made him degenerate step by step. He was even imagining the wonderful feeling of holding this perfect person in his arms and playing with it wantonly.

But he forgot that this perfect person had just been spanked in front of everyone, and the culprit was still a bastard who made him want to cut a thousand knives!

Just when Feng Yanzun fell into an excited reverie, a delicate voice of inquiry came from his ears: "Little man, you say, should I accept it?" ”

Feng Yanzun, who seemed to have lost his soul, nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, it should be collected!" ”

However, when he came to his senses completely, he saw a pair of playful eyes as if he was looking at an idiot, with varying degrees of pity.

The next moment, a big laugh came from his ears, which made him wake up like a dream: "It should be collected!" Why don't you take it? (To be continued......)