Nanchen looked at Mo Qi's amorous manners, waved his big hand, and raised his head towards him: "Reward~"

Nanchen's lips hooked, but it was hidden under the white jade wine glass, and it was fleeting, and no one noticed it.

Nanchen put the white jade wine glass on the table, touched it on his body, and finally showed a somewhat embarrassed expression and said, "Seventh Prince, let's have no money......

The grievance of the tone and the helplessness of the expression. It's moving.

Mo Qi turned his head and stared at Nanchen slightly, even believing himself.

When the surrounding singers saw Nanchen's appearance, they turned their heads to look at Mo Qi again, and there was some anger between their faces.

Mo Qi swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly got up and walked in front of Nanchen.

"How can there be no money. You're looking closely. As he spoke, he said to Nanchen in his ears: "Don't make trouble, if you say you don't have money at this time, we will be miserable." ”

Nanchen blinked his eyes twice, tilted his head, looked aggrieved, and stood up, carefully groping in his sleeves and in the front collar for a while.

finally flattened his mouth: "Seven, Seventh Son, really, there is really no money, didn't you reward the rest of the money just now to Miss Liu'er of Chun Xuan Pavilion." ”

The flower building that Mo Qi brought Nanchen to here is called Qiuzhi Garden, which is one of the two largest flower buildings in Nanling Town, and the other is the "Chun Xuan Pavilion" that Nanchen said.

After listening to Nanchen's words, the purple-clothed singer's face changed awe-inspiringly.

It's okay if you can't get the reward, the pomp and circumstance of the banquet between the Accords, you need to hand over the silver money to the little man who leads the way in advance, even if these two sons are really shy, it doesn't matter, both of them are as handsome as Zhilan Yushu, she has been in the industry for eight years, has seen countless guests, and has never met the two handsome men in front of her.

So at the beginning, when she heard the slightly cold-eyed son say that the two of them had no money, she didn't have any waves in her heart.

But later, when I heard him say that all the money had been given to Liu Er of the Chun Xuan Pavilion, I began to feel a little angry in my heart.

What's the matter? What is the point of her graceful posture and vocal piano skills, which is not as good as that of the Liu Er whose name is the same as her? This little boy actually gave all the money to the little hoof, but he wanted to say a few good words to coax himself?

There was a hint of ridicule in the expression of the durian girl, and she glanced at Mo Qi, who was standing in front of Nanchen and stretched out her hand to ask for money: "Little boy, why did you come out to have fun, don't bring more money, and since you have already been to the Chun Ling Pavilion, why do you want to come to our Qiuzhi Garden again?

Mo Qi turned his head and looked at the purple-clothed singer, his face a little embarrassed.

She looked at Nanchen's behavior all the way, as if she was a little familiar. It's like when I usually pretend to be stupid.

Mo Qi looked at the purple-clothed singer and said with a smile: "No, no, sister, don't worry, my brother is joking again, we have never been to any Chun Xuan Pavilion, and we have never seen that Liu Er girl." ”

Although Mo Qi really hadn't been to Chun Xuan Pavilion, and she hadn't seen any Liu'er girl, Nanchen deliberately said this, and then she saw the purple-clothed singer in front of her have an obvious change in her attitude after hearing these two names, and she still has some understanding in her heart.

When I was a child, I often ran to the lower realm with the Taixu real person, and I have read a lot of books, which is a typical comparison between peers and jealousy.

Therefore, even if you have really been there, at this time, you can't say what Chun Yu Pavilion you have been to and what Liu'er girl you have rewarded. And after all, I really haven't been there. Mo Qi was a little wronged.

If you want to say why Mo Qi reached out to Nanchen to ask for money, instead of changing some by himself.

It was the beginning of the lower realm, Nanchen sealed her mana in order to prevent Mo Qi from running around, and she was in a hurry when she came out of Wanmang Mountain, and she didn't bring any money. So now we can only count on Nanchen.

Nanchen looked at Mo Qi's somewhat embarrassed appearance, and continued to blink his eyes innocently and said, "Well, why haven't you been there, didn't you still say that Miss Liu'er played the lyre very well, but 'this song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world'?"

Mo Qi saw that the purple-clothed singer who looked a little slower just now turned cold and directly turned into frost, and snorted lightly: "Heh, if you have been there, you have been, why do you have to lie to deceive the slave family, you are a distinguished guest, where do you want to listen to music for recreation, the slave family naturally can't ask, but our Qiuzhi Pavilion is not a casual place, the two sons ordered the slave family and their sisters to accompany them, and they couldn't get the reward......" turned his head to look at the other three singers, and then looked at Nanchen and Mo Qi, thinking about it, pursed his lips and smiled:" If not, the two sons also played a song for the slaves, and how about the reward?"

Mo Qi was stunned, looked at them and then at Nanchen.

I have a plan in my heart, good you Nanchen, since you deliberately let me not get off the stage first, in this way, then don't blame me for the ghost idea.

He smiled and said: "What my sister said is reasonable, so it's okay, I don't have any talent, my brother is omniscient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, then let my brother, play a song to a few sisters to appreciate, appreciate." ”

As he spoke, he pulled Nanchen up, walked to the position where the purple-clothed singer was sitting just now, and arched his hand to the purple-clothed singer: "I have to bother my sister to fetch a kite." ”

The purple-clothed singer nodded to a singer dressed in yellow, who opened the door of the Accord and walked out, and after a while, she really walked in with a handful of zither, put the zither on the table in front of Nanchen, and took two steps back.

"Good brother," Mo Qi looked at Nanchen with a wicked smile: "Since we have no silver on us, we have to wronged you and play a song for a few sisters to pay off the debt." ”

Mo Qi thought that Nanchen would refuse and then take out the silver money to reward a few singers, and this matter would be over.

Unexpectedly, Nanchen raised his eyes and looked at her, a smile appeared on his lips, and he said to several singers behind her: "Then I will be ugly, I don't play well, and I hope not to pollute the girls' hearing." ”

Nanchen sat on the side with a cold face since he entered this Accord, he was already handsome and extraordinary, but now he had a smile on his lips and a soft tone, which added a touch of maturity and stability compared to Mo Qi.

Xu is fat powder smell made Nanchen a little uncomfortable, and Nanchen frowned slightly.

The purple-clothed singer saw Nanchen's frowning expression, and snorted lightly: "What's wrong with the son?

Nanchen stretched his brows and smiled faintly at her: "Where is the girl, it's just that the girl Zhuyu is in front first, and I don't know what to play now." ”

When the purple-clothed singer saw Nanchen smiling gently at herself, half of the depression in her heart was swept away, and her tone softened: "Childe doesn't have to be too humble, just play as he likes." ”

Nanchen smiled and nodded, his clean and slender fingers caressed the surface of the piano, and a hairpin phoenix slowly flowed out of his fingertips.

The purple-clothed singer listened to it for a while, and sang softly to Nanchen's piano song: "The world is thin, people are evil, and the rain sends the dusk flowers to fall." The wind is dry, and the tears are left. If you want to write about your heart, you will be oblique in your monologue, difficult, difficult, difficult! People become their own, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing. The horn is cold, and the night is dark. Afraid of people asking, crying and pretending to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!"

Mo Qi wanted to tease Nanchen, but he didn't expect Nanchen to play the Zheng seriously, and the purple-clothed singer sang and harmonized with him, and Lang was like a concubine, and he felt a little surprised for a while.

After a song, Nanchen didn't look at Mo Qi, but smiled lightly and said to the purple-clothed singer: "The girl has a light voice, and with this hairpin head phoenix, it is really wonderful." ”

The handsome young man in white, with a smile on his face and a soft voice, it is difficult for Mo Qi to parry anyone who is used to seeing Lang Lang Shenjun, not to mention that he is just begging for life on the field, and he has never seen a singer with such a complexion.

The purple-clothed singer was praised by Nanchen like this, and she was infinitely happy in her heart, she had long forgotten the unpleasantness just now, smiled shyly, raised her sleeves to hide her face and said softly: "Childe smiled, Childe's piano sound is wonderful, and the slave family unconsciously sang along with Childe's piano sound, and I hope that Childe will not be strange." ”

Nanchen chuckled: "How can I blame the girl, I don't know if the girl dislikes my piano skills, if not, the girl can order a song at will, and I will play it to accompany the girl." ”

The purple-clothed singer flashed flattered in her expression, and hurriedly said: "What the son said is true, the slave family ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was hurriedly interrupted by Mo Qi: "Okay, okay, why don't you finish playing," as he spoke, he walked around a few other singers and walked to Nanchen's side to pull him up, blocking him, and smiled at the purple-clothed singer: "Sister, my brother has already played a song for you, we have other things, let's stop here today." ”

The purple-clothed singer looked at Mo Qi a little stunned, just now he obviously asked this son to play the music, why is it like this now?

Mo Qi didn't wait for the purple-clothed singer to react, and pulled Nanchen and walked to the door.

Mo Qi took Nanchen all the way downstairs, came to the street, turned around and glanced at the plaque of "Qiuzhi Pavilion", snorted lightly, and said silently in his heart, never come again.

Turning around and glancing at Nanchen, it happened that Nanchen was also looking back at Qiuzhi Pavilion, Mo Qi's nameless gas in his heart was on fire, and he was a little annoyed and aggrieved, he shook off Nanchen's hand and strode forward.

The corners of Nanchen's mouth hooked up a chuckle, and he caught up with Mo Qi in a few steps, and said with an unknown look: "What's wrong? I haven't heard enough? Then let's go back ...... again."

"Why are you going back?" Mo Qi stopped and turned around to look at Nanchen.

"I see that you seem to be unsatisfied......" Nanchen raised his hand and touched his chin.

"I think it's you who can't get enough of it!" Mo Qi seemed to finally can't hold back the anger in his heart and said angrily to Nanchen: "I think you just like to play music for that purple-clothed sister, Qin Se and Ming, so romantic!"

Nanchen raised his eyebrows: "You asked me to play the piano for them, why are you blaming me now?"

"I told you to play the piano! I didn't ask you to talk and laugh with them!" Mo Qi said angrily, looking at Nanchen with an indifferent look, his heart became aggrieved, but he thought that he really asked him to play the piano first, and it didn't seem to be reasonable, but he was really a little depressed in his heart, and his voice unconsciously cried with a hint of crying: "You, what are you doing, you have to laugh at them......"

Nanchen looked at Mo Qi's eyes turning red, his hands clenched into fists, his shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was trying to hold back his crying, his heart couldn't help but soften, he sighed, pulled Mo Qi into his arms, patted her back and said softly: "If you deliberately tease me, don't you allow me to tease you." ”

Mo Qi struggled awkwardly in Nanchen's arms, and Nanchen held her hand tightly: "Okay, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have deliberately teased you, I shouldn't have embarrassed you, I shouldn't have played music for them, I shouldn't have laughed at them." ”

Nanchen helped Mo Qi up, faced himself, just pursed his mouth into a slit, and said angrily: "I'll only smile at you alone in the future, okay." ”

Mo Qi looked at Nanchen's appearance, burst out laughing, sniffed, lowered his head, twisted his sleeves with his fingers and said, "Actually, it's not good for me, and I shouldn't have deliberately teased you and asked you to play music for them." ”

Nanchen looked at Mo Qi's well-behaved appearance, his heart was soft, he hugged Mo Qi again, his chin rested on her forehead and said softly: "I played it to them, I played it to you." ”

The depression in Mo Qi's heart was swept away, and the sweet taste surged up layer upon layer, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, his hands wrapped around Nanchen's waist, and his face was pressed against Nanchen's warm chest and he said "um" gently.

"A-Niang, A-Niang, look. Two beautiful brothers are hugging here~" A young boy's voice came.

"Don't look, don't look. The woman next to her hurriedly picked up the little boy and blocked his eyes with one hand: "Two big men, it's really immoral to be like this on the street." As he spoke, he hurried a few steps away from the two of them.

Mo Qi sighed, and then remembered that he was now pretending to be a man, and it was really unsightly to be dressed like this and hug Nanchen on the street.

Quickly got out of Nanchen's embrace, his face was a little red.

Because of Xiao Tong's words, the two of them have now attracted the attention of some passers-by.

Mo Qi opened the folding fan and lightly covered half of his cheeks, wanting to pull Nanchen away quickly. Fortunately, after listening to the music in the flower building, I spent most of the time, if the color is a little dark today, it will not let people see their faces.

Nanchen looked at Mo Qi bowing his waist, folding a fan half-covering his face, only revealing two bright eyes, looking like a thief, and couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart.

With a little force, he pulled Mo Qi into his arms again.

Mo Qi exclaimed.

A gust of wind rolled up on the flat ground, and the dust brought up blinded the eyes of pedestrians on the street, and Nanchen wrapped Mo Qi with one hand.

Mo Qi clearly saw that Nanchen's other hand was pinched, and the sudden wind on the flat ground was his handiwork.

"They can't see us anymore. Nanchen whispered in her ear.

Mo Qi's heart softened, she raised her head slightly, and stared at Nanchen in the center of the wind.

The sky is hung with half a waning moon, and there are not many stars, a few dotted in the meantime, the wind is blowing, and the pedestrians on the street have raised their sleeves to cover their cheeks, so as not to be caught by the wind and sand, and the lanterns of the shops on the street are also blown by the wind, showing some strange chaos.

It's not a beautiful view. Mo Qi thought to himself.

But in this chaotic scenery of Nanchen, his face was calm and there was a hint of gentleness, but he looked so handsome and extraordinary.

Mo Qi raised her hand and gently held Nanchen's face, her eyes were filled with an undercurrent of emotions that could not be seen like the deep sea, she pressed her lips up, tossed and turned on Nanchen's lips, and muttered, "Yes, it's good." ”

They can't see us anymore, do they? That would be nice, and I could kiss you.

Mo Qi thought to himself.