In modern times, Liu Moxi was born in a scholarly family that the ancients said, and was dyed in the ink tank by his grandfather since he was a child.

For example, couplets, calligraphy, and ancient poems are all out of the question.

Not to mention his mother, she is also quite famous in the music industry, she is good at all kinds of musical instruments, and has won many awards. It's just that his mother is extremely low-key, and in order to live a normal life, she quit the music circle.

And I inherited my mother's music factor, and the guqin is naturally not a problem. But for myself as a hobby, work is of course the first choice.

As soon as I thought of this, my eyes showed a thick sense of longing, and the mood that had just calmed down became low again. Everything around Liu Moxi seemed so unfamiliar, and thinking of his modern parents, he must be very anxious to find himself at this time.

The tears in his eyes could no longer be contained, and they fell down drop by drop.

"Hey! Ugly woman, don't cry! Nangong Jue saw Liu Moxi crying drop by drop, and suddenly became at a loss.

Since getting married, he has rarely seen Liu Moxi shed tears, even if he was wrongfully beaten by him last time, he never shed a single tear.

He was just curious about how this woman could suddenly play the guqin, and the object was still the ghost's death. So I couldn't help the doubts in my heart before I asked the question, but it turned out to be a topic she didn't want to touch.

Nangong Jue's face was uncontrollable with annoyance, and he wouldn't ask if he knew that he would do it. "Don't cry! The king doesn't ask. As soon as the words came out, Liu Moxi's tears fell even more happily, like a faucet that can't be stopped.

No matter what the etiquette issues were, Liu Moxi hugged Nangong's powerful waist, which caused Nangong to be stunned, and his hand couldn't help but hug the fragile person in his arms. In a daze, Nangong Jue vaguely heard the words of the person in his arms: "I miss my parents so much......"

And all this was taken into the eyes of the white figure opposite, Nangong Ya laughed at herself, picked up the wine in the cup and drank it all, bitterness permeating her taste buds. But I don't know if it's the bitterness of the wine or the bitterness of the heart.

In the evening, the inky night smudges across the sky.

A feast of surprise and joy ended, and the sound of the carriage gurgling rolled in the quiet night, and the strange atmosphere increased a little more.

In a luxurious carriage made of rosewood, the atmosphere was very eerie. The surrounding purple light gauze also hung obediently on the ground.

After Nangong Jue came back from the banquet, he kept a straight face. looked straight at the woman opposite who was not very elegant, and could faintly see the blue tendons on her forehead.

Damn ugly woman! This king is sad to see you crying. Kindly give you a hug, you are good, wipe all the snot and tears on this king, do bad things and don't apologize to this king, just forget it, and just fall asleep with this king as if nothing happened.

Nangong definitely wanted to take revenge on Liu Moxi, but stopped when he came into contact with the quiet sleeping face, "Hey! I can't help it! With a sigh, Nangong Jue withdrew his hand, he still couldn't bear to wake her up.

An unprecedented sense of frustration suddenly arose in my heart, and I accidentally remembered the confused mutter, "I miss my parents so much......"

Pondering alone, what are mom and dad? I used to hear Liu Moxi call her mother in a daze, and she seemed to be very dependent. Originally, he thought it was a man, but seeing that demeanor was like relying on his relatives, Nangong never vetoed this idea.

Nangong Jue looked at the sleeping Zhengxiang man with complicated eyes, ugly woman, you seem to have more and more secrets, so that this king can't see your face more clearly.

"Master, why did you give her such an important thing to play?" In an elegant room, there stood a beautiful woman, with some interrogation in her tone, asking the beautiful man lying on the soft couch, and a little unconvinced.

The man did not tie his black hair, and the inky hair fell scattered around the soft couch, and a few strands of hair naughtily stuck to the man's blown-haired skin, and a strange beauty hit people's eyes.

"Huh...... Feng Yao is jealous? Nangong Mei stroked her hair charmingly, put an electric eye at the Qingli woman, and laughed.

"Ahhh......hhh Master, don't hit my Yao'er's attention. As soon as Nangong Mei's words fell, a loud cry of wow came in, and then Feng Yao was held in the arms of a handsome man, with a sign on his face that this is my family and no one is allowed to touch it.

Feng Yao glared at the handsome man and said angrily, "Who is your family!" Breaking free from the man's restraints, he turned his head away from the man's pitiful appearance.

Nangong Mei sneered, added fuel to the fire, and said, "Chifeng, look, Feng Yao didn't admit it!" You might as well give up! As a result, someone swept a glance, almost tears were about to fall, and then continued to stick on the dead face, that indomitable spirit made someone more energetic, which made Nangong Mei laugh.

Feng Yao ignored the chiffon who stuck up, and glared at Nangong Mei who didn't have anything to do, "Master, you haven't answered me yet?" Does this Liu Moxi have any ability to attract the master to lend her death? ”