Of course, little cousin, please. Yun Dai happily stepped out of the way and sat down at random.

Ming Jing also led Zhao Yuanhe and the other two friends to find a place in the pavilion to sit down and enjoy the sound of Ming Wei's piano.

The people present are all close relatives and friends, and Yun Dai and Mingxuan are both married girls, so there are not so many shy sides, and they each find a place to sit.

Ming Wei sat in front of the guqin and raised his hand slightly.

Zheng.

At first, the rhythm is soothing, and then the sound gradually becomes passionate and magnificent.

The ethereal and tranquil feeling when Yun Dai stroked the qin are completely two different feelings.

Ming Xuan said with a smile: "The second brother is a man in the end, although the sound of the piano is exciting, but it is not suitable for the atmosphere of tonight." ”

Zhao Yuanhe said: "Not bad." This king still misses the simple piano sound of Yunhuang's sister-in-law even more, although she is not skilled enough, she is better than being emotional. ”

Yun Dai smiled at him, and then realized that he couldn't see himself at all.

It's really a pity that such a gentle young man with a clear breeze in the moon is really regrettable.

Zhao Yuan and Yi were calm and gentle, and said with a smile: "What does Uncle Little Huang think? ”

All eyes fell on him.

Prince Qin's ruthlessness was well known, and except for Zhao Yuanhe, no one present dared to take the initiative to ask him to say anything.

Zhao Shu was sitting against the railing, his expression was lazy, and he said, "I can't hear the difference." ”

Everyone: "......"

Although His Royal Highness the King of Qin is famous for his martial arts, how could he, who was born in the royal family, not appreciate the piano.

He just didn't bother to say.

Zhao Yuanhe smiled and said: "Uncle Xiaohuang has always been like this, don't care." ”

Everyone nodded and smiled.

Who cares.

At the end of Mingwei's song, he was still unsatisfied, and he raised his hand and began to play again.

Now everyone is not cheering, talking and talking, drinking, and going to admire the moon together.

MEAN WELL doesn't care either, it's self-satisfied.

Yun Dai also took a plate of snacks, sat down under the porch, leaned against the pillar, and listened to the sound of her little cousin's piano while eating.

Zhao Yuanhe walked over and said with a smile: "What Yunhuang's sister-in-law eats, it's so rich." ”

Yun Dai took a piece and put it in his hand, and said with a smile: "This is a snack made of red beans, it tastes good." It's just a little sweet, I don't know if it's in line with the taste of Lord Yi. ”

Zhao Yuanhe took a bite, his beautiful but godless eyes, and he couldn't see any look.

He laughed, "I'm not used to sweets, but this snack is really good." ”

"Lord Yi likes it, this plate is for you." Yun Dai put the plate in his hand, "It just so happens that I am also full." ”

Zhao Yuanhe was stunned, as if he didn't expect this imperial sister-in-law to be so frank.

He smiled softly and said, "It's a pity that the imperial brother is not here." He was alone in the palace, and he must have been lonely. ”

"Not really." Yun Dai said, "He is not you, he has no wife, he is alone." There are not many women in the palace begging to accompany him. ”

Zhao Yuanhe smiled.

This little imperial sister-in-law is really ...... Dare to say anything.

"What were you doing over there?" Yun Dai asked him.

"Write poetry." Zhao Yuanhe smiled softly, looked at it closely, and deserved the words red lips and white teeth.

Anyway, he couldn't see it, Yun Dai's eyes looked at his face unscrupulously, and asked casually: "What poem did King Yi compose, read it to me." ”

King Yi laughed softly: "I don't have any talent, it's just nonsense." The imperial sister-in-law is in Beijing, and she should have heard that even my father thinks I am useless. "A hundred plating, the latest chapter of "The Queen is My Black Moonlight Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.

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