Not long after, Yang Ping'an heard footsteps outside the door. The footsteps were soft, as if they were stepping on cotton. The moment the door was pushed open, Yang Ping'an raised his eyes and saw a graceful beauty entering.

This beauty is at a good age, with light makeup, a cyan emerald smoke shirt, and a jade hairpin in a fallen bun. I saw her bending her waist in a slight step, showing her wrists in the light yarn, her eyes were full of spring water, and her body was like a wicker swaying lightly, swaying lightly without wind.

"Miss Liu?" Out of politeness, Yang Ping'an got up and asked.

The other party did not answer, walked straight to the low couch table, knelt beside the yaoqin like a weak and boneless, the green jade fingers were slender and slender, and the strings were plucked casually, and the pleasant sound sounded.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded slowly, gradually overflowing like a tide, filling every corner of the room. Sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes sharp like a waterfall, sometimes crisp like a pearl falling on a jade plate, sometimes low back like a whisper.

The beauty of the piano closes her eyes and is intoxicated, and the jade fingers stroke and fly, just like the cyan elf dancing with the wind in the sound of the piano, elegant and noble; It is also like flowers blooming one after another, fragrant.

It's interesting, and it deserves to be remembered.

Yang Ping'an sat down again, his eyes slightly closed, shaking his head, his fingers tapping the tabletop, with the melodious sound of the piano, the light and heavy are both fast and slow, like a drum accompaniment, looking intoxicated.

At the end of the song, the room returned to silence, neither of them made a sound, still looking up and closing their eyes, as if they were reminiscing about the aftermath of the beam.

"Why is Childe so ruthless?" Finally, the beauty lightly opened her cherry lips and spoke with resentment.

Yang Ping'an opened his eyes in astonishment: "I don't know why the girl said this?" ”

"Could it be that the slave family is ugly and has stained the eyes of the son?" The beauty's resentment continued, and the moth's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Hey, she still has her eyes closed? Damn, those few crystals in the corners of my eyes can't be tears, right? Another movie queen! Isn't it just a performance, I will too: "The girl looks like a fairy, it's me who chews peonies and doesn't understand the amorous feelings." ”

Yang Ping'an's tone was very sincere, and he deeply blamed himself for refusing the other party's invitation several times.

"Poof", the beauty burst into tears and laughed, Ying Ying got up, walked in front of Yang Ping'an, Ying Ying Yifu: "Slave Liu Qingqing, I have seen Yang Gongzi." ”

This smile is like a warm spring breeze, like a green willow welcoming spring, bringing a feeling of spring breeze. Yang Ping'an couldn't help but praise: What a little goblin! got up and returned the salute: "In Xia Yang Ping'an, I have seen Miss Liu." ”

"The son can call the slave family Qingqing." Liu Qingqing smiled and sat down opposite Yang Ping'an, "I have tasted the name of the son, and I have to see it today, Qingqing is very lucky." ”

Xiu Cai'an's notoriety...... As for it? Yang Ping'an has never been able to figure out why the other party wants to see him. At first, he suspected that it was a beauty plan set up by the old bustard, but now that it opens, it doesn't seem to be.

"I'm just a rough person, and I can't afford to be a young girl. I don't know what the young girl is looking for me? ”

Liu Qingqing didn't answer and asked: "I don't know what the son thinks, how about the slave family's song "Acacia" just now?" ”

Talking about music? Dude doesn't understand! Before the crossing, Yang Ping'an also liked vaguely and could play musical instruments, but that was just appreciation. Although music knows no borders, the problem is that Liu Qingqing plays ancient music!

"Okay, the aftermath is endless, like mountains and flowing water."

Liu Qingqing seemed dissatisfied with the general evaluation given by Yang Ping'an, and took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Yang Ping'an, and said softly: "Could it be that the slave family played it, and it is difficult to enter the ears of the son?" ”

"No, it's very good, it's very pleasant, it can be said that this song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times." In the face of the problem of beauties, it doesn't matter whether you understand it or not, as long as you praise it in place, Yang Ping'an is very clear about this.

The first three sentences made Liu Qingqing frown, but the last two lines of poetry made her eyes light up: "This song should only be in the sky, how many times is it rare to hear it in the world?" Good poetry, good poetry! But what did Childe do? ”

Belch...... Could it be that Du Fu was washed away by the flood? Thinking about it, there is also this possibility, after all, today's history has been changed in a mess. Yang Ping'an responded cheekily: "What you feel at the moment, what you feel at the moment, is not a good poem." ”

"The son is too humble, and the slave family respects the son with a cup."

The wine was in the mouth, the wine tasted sweet, Yang Ping'an took the initiative to pour a full glass for Liu Qingqing, and asked, "I don't know what the Qingqing girl is looking for me?" ”

Liu Qingqing's answer was very vague: "The son is talented, and the slave family has admired him for a long time. I don't know who Gongzi studied and learned poetry, calligraphy and painting? ”

Can you understand the teaching of the people? Yang Ping'an was amused in his heart, so he was about to find an excuse to get by, but suddenly felt a tingle in his calf, but saw Liu Qingqing take off his embroidered shoes at some point, and a beautiful lotus foot wearing Luo socks was like a dexterous little snake, quietly and silently climbing gently on his calf.

Belch...... It's so comfortable. Yang Ping'an's brother reacted.

"Son, forgive me, the slave family has no intention." Liu Qingqing chuckled and took back the golden lotus, "The son hasn't answered the slave family yet. ”

Centerless? If you take off your shoes, it's still called unintentional? Yang Ping'an took a deep breath and forcibly pressed down the brother who looked up: "The young girl said that she was laughing. fell in the middle of the next family, and in the next generation, he has long been down. I have no intention of learning in the next, and I finally say that I drink and have fun with my fox friends and dogs, and everyone knows it. ”

"And how do you interpret these paintings?" Liu Qingqing took out a few pieces of paper, which was the picture of the Spring Palace that Yang Ping'an sold to the Flower Pavilion a few days ago, "Could it be that the master of the prince is a hermit master, and he does not want to be named?" ”

"Uh, this ......" Yang Ping'an stretched out his hand to take the Spring Palace Diagram, only to feel that his fingers were slippery for a while, but when Liu Qingqing handed it to him, the jade fingers brushed lightly on his hand.

Damn, I was molested, Lao Tzu was actually molested by Miss!

Sure enough, it's still for these spring palace pictures!

Why, though?

Yang Ping'an, who has experienced the turmoil in the workplace, has long become cautious. Looking at Liu Qingqing, whose eyes were discharged with a smile on his face, he said calmly: "Is there anything wrong with this?" ”

"Don't be careful, the slave family likes calligraphy and painting since childhood, and when he sees the style of painting on paper, the slave family likes it very much, so he wants to ask the son clearly. I wonder if Childe is willing to teach this painting skill to the slave family? The slave family is willing to agree to any request from the child. ”

Huh-Yang Ping'an suddenly closed his eyes, his snort gradually became heavy, and the hand holding the Spring Palace Diagram began to become unstable, as Liu Qingqing's golden lotus climbed up his calf again.

It's so comfortable, no wonder the ancients liked to come to Qinglou.

Well, go on, go to the left a little bit, yes, that's it, oh......

"Why didn't Childe answer? Don't you look down on the slave family? I also hope that the son will take pity on the slave family and meet the small requirements of the slave family. ”

Yang Ping'an still didn't speak. He did it on purpose, just to stall for time and enjoy the thrill that comes with this thrill.

"Childe-"

"This is what I dug up in the yard a few days ago." Yang Ping'an finally gave the answer. The diagram of the spring palace and the accompanying instructions were all dug up from the ground by him, and he didn't know who and when he buried these things under his house, and he accidentally found them in the soil.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the golden lotus that only brought him pleasure be withdrawn from his legs. The coquettishness on Liu Qingqing's face faded, and there was a thoughtful look in her eyes, as if she was thinking about the truth or falsehood of her words.

After a while, Liu Qingqing sat up straight, swept his gaze to the food box on the table, and said coldly: "What is Young Master Yang doing with this thing?" Could it be that my Flower Pavilion will shorten your food and drink, or do you plan to bring some back? ”

Menopause is too early! Yang Ping'an looked at Liu Qingqing in surprise, not understanding why the other party's face changed so quickly. was about to speak, but heard Liu Qingqing say again: "Cui'er come in!" ”

"Yes, Miss." The green-clothed maid that Yang Ping'an had seen before responded and stood beside Liu Qingqing, "What do you want from Miss?" ”

Liu Qingqing stretched out his hand and pointed to the food box, and said in disgust: "See this thing and throw it away." also told Zhang's mother to clean the room carefully, these things were also burned, and a new batch was replaced. ”

What she said later was the round table where she and Yang Ping'an were sitting around, as well as the round stool next to the table.

Nima, this dislikes me!

This is really a ruthless drama and unrighteousness, turning your face faster than turning a book!

First arrived at the purpose of his trip, Yang Ping'an suppressed the anger in his heart, slapped Cui'er's hand away from the food box, and took out a plate of dishes from it: "Qingqing girl, I just want to thank the girl for favoring me, I specially brought my own dishes, and asked the girl to taste one or two." ”

Cui'er hated Yang Ping'an very much, not only because the other party had made her eat a closed door before, but also because the other party wanted to beat her just now, but fortunately she reacted quickly.

As the personal maid of Liu Qingqing, who is famous as Yanshi, Cui'er is naturally not comparable to ordinary maids. How could anyone dare to be so rude to Yang Ping'an?

"Hmph, my young lady has never tasted any delicacies, how can she be rare such vulgar things?"

"Cui'er, stop!" Seeing the things on the plate, Liu Qingqing's beautiful eyes lit up and stopped Cui'er.

"Miss?"

"You get out."

"Miss......"

"Get out! Don't come in without my orders! Liu Qingqing unceremoniously drove Cui'er out of the room, and when she looked at Yang Ping'an again, her face was already a little soft, "Dare to ask Childe, what is this?" ”

"Shallot tofu." Yang Ping'an knew that the oil-powder trio had deceived him tonight, and he was willing to come to the Flower Pavilion, in order to use Liu Qingqing's name to promote tofu.

"Tofu? What? Liu Qingqing seemed interested.

"Snow-white fields like crystals,

The skin fades to see the essence.

A round of grinding the upper elixir,

Snowflakes roll in the boiling soup.

The crockpot is soaked in the toad and there is a shadow,

The golden knife cuts through the jade flawlessly.

This is tofu. Miss Liu, please taste. ”

Liu Qingqing looked at Yang Ping'an in surprise, took the spoon, scooped a spoonful in the upper green and lower white, and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully. The green onion is slightly spicy, the bean is fragrant, white as clotted fat, smooth as tender skin, soft and delicious, and has a long aftertaste.

"How does it taste? This is something I made for young girls. Yang Ping'an smiled.

Liu Qingqing closed her eyes and tasted, and when she opened her eyes again, the coquettish color reappeared, and her eyes were rippling with spring water: "This thing is made by Gongzi?" ”

"Exactly."

"Childe-" Liu Qingqing's coquettish voice sounded, and the next moment Yang Ping'an felt that there was a strange feeling of déjà vu in his calves.

With a cold snort in his heart, Yang Ping'an enjoyed the pleasure that came from the third degree, but Liu Qingqing in his eyes changed his appearance.

Seduce me again? Hmph, what if it's for nothing, what if you sleep for one night? You'll never be as good as my winter!

"Qingqing girl can be inside, let her accompany me!" A calm voice suddenly came from outside the door, with a hint of anger, Liu Qingqing's face changed, and Yang Ping'an was a little familiar.

"Uncle, my young lady is not feeling well......"

Cui'er's dissuasion was rudely interrupted: "Unwell? I happen to know some medical skills, so I'll treat her, so get out of the way! ”

There was a "bang", and the door was kicked open