Qiongwa obviously didn't expect to hear such words, a trace of shame and anger flashed in her eyes, and her expression remained unchanged.

"What is the result that Childe expects?"

"Of course it's a beauty!" The hero sat down on the main couch with a grin, and threw the hosta in his hand into the incense burner like garbage, "Isn't it ridiculous that a man spends money to go to the Qinglou to have fun, if he can't even see a beauty?" ”

Qiongwa raised her delicate face, "Childe thinks Qiongwa is not beautiful?" ”

"Beautiful!" The hero nodded, "At least it's much more beautiful than the two girls who accompanied me before." ”

"The concubine doesn't understand, why is the son's words inconsistent?"

"Come here, I'll explain it to you." Heroes beckon.

Qiongwa subconsciously took a step forward, suddenly woke up, and pouted: "Childe is not a good person!" ”

The hero laughed: "Has the girl seen a good person here?" ”

At this time, a maid brought wine and food over and placed them on a low table one by one. Joan sat down on her knees at the low table and motioned for the hero to sit down opposite.

The hero went over and dragged the futon directly next to her and sat down next to her.

Qiongwa's delicate body tightened, resisted the urge to dodge, and poured wine for him.

"I haven't seen a good person, and I don't know if I've been a concubine, but Gongzi is the only layman I have seen in a concubine."

"Joke, the girl is a green building here, can the green building still be elegant?"

"People are elegant, vulgar and vulgar; People are vulgar, elegant and indecent. ”

"This is not right, it should be in the room of Zhilan for a long time, and I don't smell its fragrance; I have lived in abalone for a long time, and I don't feel its smell. ”

Qiongwa's long eyelashes trembled, and she smiled forcefully: "The son is talented and eloquent, and the concubine admires him!" Come, I'll give you a glass. ”

The hero raised his hand around her uncontrollable waist, drank the wine from the cup in her hand, and blew in her ear.

"The girl's pearls are round and jade, but this willow Xiaoman only has a bunch of Yingying, which is rare."

Qiongwa got goosebumps, and she almost didn't slap the wine glass directly on his face.

"The wine and food are bland, the son sits down for a while, and the concubine plays a song for you to feast."

Without waiting for the hero to respond, she stood up and walked straight to Yaoqin.

The hero half-lay down, elbows propped up, picked up a bunch of grapes, and ate them one by one.

In the past, the guests who walked into this embroidery building, no matter how high or low their status, which one was not sanctimonious and elegant, for fear of accidentally hating the beauty? It is never an exaggeration to say that "there is no white ding".

It's the first time that someone is so shameless as a hero.

If Zhen Qiongwa was here, it is estimated that she would have lowered her face to send off the guests, but unfortunately, the person sitting in front of the piano could not do this.

On the contrary, the more vulgar the hero is, the better it is for her.

It's just that she doesn't want to.

The sound of the piano sounded, like the tinkling of the stream, and like the mist of the clouds, just at the beginning of the people's hearts raised, not the uncomfortable of decline, but this feeling did not last too long, soon, the sound of the piano changed, such as the clouds and mist dispersed, the tired birds returned to the forest, not cheerful, but soothing and pleasant, refreshing.

However, this did not last long, and gradually, the soothing became more soothing, the pleasure disappeared, and the sorrow emerged, until all was quiet again.

Rao is a hero who is not diligent in his limbs and grains, and he doesn't know anything about music and rhythm, and he also saw a woman sitting in front of the deep boudoir window in a trance, looking at the full moon in the night sky, waiting for her lover to return at night.

During the period, I don't know if she remembered the love she once had, she smiled shyly, but this was only a flash in the pan after all, the night was deep, the clouds covered the full moon, and the closed door was never opened.

At the end of the song, the aftermath lingered, Qiongwa bowed her head and was silent, as if she was still immersed in emotions.

Suddenly, the hero spoke: "I send my sorrow and the bright moon, and follow the wind until the night is long." ”

Her heart trembled suddenly, a tear unconsciously slid down her cheeks, and she looked at the hero infatuatedly: "Childe, where is Yelang?" ”

it! In the overhead world, the difficulty of pretending to be forced is really high!

The hero shook his head: "This is not important. Importantly, I don't want to hear you play the piano anymore. ”

"Why? But the concubine's skills are shallow, and she can't get into the ear? ”

"You're shallow, you'll have to try it to know."

made a lewd joke, and the hero smiled and said: "The music and rhythm are the same, this son only knows six of the seven tricks, even if you are skillful, you will light the blind man in front of me, and your efforts will be in vain." ”

Qiongwa pursed her lips and chuckled, raised her sleeves to wipe away the tears on her face, "The son is too modest, just a sentence of 'I send sorrow and bright moon', it is already a hundred times better than all the talents that the concubine has seen in her life, but the concubine is not self-conscious, and she is ugly." ”

"Then why don't you hurry up and come over to drink with Ben Gongzi?"

Qiongwa's hands clenched violently, and her eyes showed struggle. She knew she should go over, but when it came, the deep sense of shame and guilt stuck in her heart, making her timid and afraid, and she could not make up her mind to take that step.

"Or ...... The concubine will dance for the son again! ”

"Who's going to accompani?"

"The concubine's maid Tian'er is also quite good at piano skills, she ......"

"I don't like to have a third person present when I'm with a beautiful woman."

"That'...... The concubine's singing voice is still on the table, and the son ......"

"Come here!"

The hero interrupted her, patted the cushion beside her and smiled: "Either I'll go over, you choose." ”

Qiongwa was completely out of ideas, maintaining an increasingly stiff smile, and moved over step by step.

"Yikes!"

As soon as she reached the side of the low table, the hero suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled her, and she fell into his arms.

She panicked: "Childe, you ...... Hmmm......"

The hero gagged her...... Blocked with a mouth.

Qiongwa's eyes widened, and she pushed him hard with both hands, but she felt pushed against the wall, and her body struggled desperately like a fish that had been caught ashore.

After a while, the hero raised his face, licked his lips and said, "Girl, it's not to scare you, if you twist your body for a while, the result will be more than just a kiss!" ”

Qiongwa instantly understood what he meant, and froze there, her face frightened, and she didn't dare to move.

She's not a chick, so she naturally knows what it means to feel underneath her.

"Childe, beg ...... Please let go of the concubine. ”

"Give me a reason." The hero stroked her cheeks and neck, which were as smooth as egg whites, and said softly, "Did you just want to play the piano and dance for me when you invited me over?" ”

"I ......"

Qiongwa subconsciously wanted to give a positive answer, but the words were blocked in her throat and she couldn't spit it out.

The hero smiled: "Just say it!" The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, little baby, let's not waste time, okay? ”

Before the words fell, he stroked the palm of his hand, and Qiongwa's placket faded out of half of the jade shoulder.

Speaking from the heart, if you talk about appearance alone, the girl next to the hero is much more beautiful than this Qiongwa if she stands up casually, but she also has her own uniqueness, that is, soft, as if there are no bones, nothing is not soft.

He didn't have much experience in this area in his two lives combined, so he couldn't say whether this softness was good or bad, but his throat that was beginning to dry told him that at this moment, he wanted to do something bad and good, even if he knew in his heart that the girl in his arms was not a Qinglou woman.