Just as the two were chatting unscrupulously, a loud noise suddenly came. The corners of their eyes were slightly raised, and they both looked at it with slanted eyes.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Jun Xiyao was embarrassed.

She clenched her fists, restraining the jealousy in her heart. A smile appeared on his face: "Miss Leng, it's your turn!" ”

Leng Moyu, who was named, raised his eyebrows, glanced at the Emperor Evil beside him, and actually skipped him directly, it seems that this guy is still quite terrifying in the rumors!

As if he knew what Leng Moyu was thinking when he looked at him, Emperor Jun Xie tugged at the flesh on Leng Moyu's waist, Leng Moyu took a cold breath, turned his head and looked at Emperor Jun Xie.

The corner of the Emperor's evil eyes was raised, and his deep eyes looked at Leng Moyu, as if he was afraid of me.

Suddenly, Leng Moyu chuckled lightly and touched Emperor Jun's evil hand, as if he was responding to him, thinking too much!

"Cold ink rain! It's your turn! ”

Jun Xiyao saw that Leng Moyu didn't speak for a long time, but he still kept looking at Emperor Jun Xie, and his heart was suddenly angry. But then she chuckled again, looking at Leng Moyu's eyes full of disdain.

"Miss Leng hasn't answered the poem for a long time, shouldn't she be afraid?"

After Jun Xiyao's words were finished, no one refuted her words, because they also thought so.

It's been a long time since the cold ink rain has passed, and the poems are still being received, isn't this scared?

And Leng Moyu raised the corner of her eyes, looking at Jun Xiyao's arrogant face, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze fell on Xiao Hong beside her. Where did this woman seem to have seen it......

Kindness? It seems to be ...... Was the woman who wanted to seduce her little evil in the restaurant last time?

Fingers rubbing his chin, a meaningful smile in his eyes, it seemed to be quite coquettish last time, right? Why did you start pretending to be a White Lotus this time? Scold...... The Holy Maiden of the Temple of Light......

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jun Xiyao's pair of giant breasts, and couldn't help but sigh, it seems that he is really big-chested and brainless! was used as a gun, and he was still complacent!

Jun Xiyao's words sounded in her ears, and the corners of her mouth twitched, afraid? There really isn't a word in her cold ink dictionary that is afraid.

Holding the wine glass, the red lips lightly opened: "The peach is dying, scorching its glory." The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room. The peach is dying, and there is a fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate. The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

"......" quiet, very quiet......

After a while, I don't know who "popped" and applauded.

When people came back to their senses, they were greeted with enthusiastic applause.

Well, it's really great!

"The peach is dying, scorching its ......"

Emperor Jun's evil eyes narrowed slightly, and he read these eight words. The light of her eyes looked at Leng Moyu, she didn't know that her red lips were slightly raised now, like peach blossoms blooming outside the window.

Public, amazing, and desirable......

But the more this is the case, the more uneasy the emperor's evil heart becomes...... He felt that the cold ink rain would leave him at any time.

He hated this feeling, and he didn't want Leng Moyu to leave him. So he subconsciously held Leng Moyu's hand.

Leng Moyu didn't turn his head, but just held the hand with his backhand.

She sat down, looked at him, and asked silently what was wrong?

Emperor Jun pursed his thin lips, he wanted to possess her very much, and didn't want her to leave him, but when he remembered the Yin Yang Gu on his body, he flinched.

There was a dim light in his eyes, but in order not to let Leng Moyu find out, that emotion was quickly hidden by him.

Shaking his head, he reached out to wipe the wine stains on the corner of her mouth, and a seductive smile rose on the corner of her lips: "It's okay." ”

The people present are accustomed to the cold war king in the past showing this kind of pampering appearance, but despite this, they can't help but amaze this pair. They have to sigh and say that this pair is really a good match.

Jun Wuxian didn't have any expression, he still had the same smile on his face as always, and said, "She is worthy of being the young lady of the Leng family, and her talent and poetry are really outstanding." can say this amazing poem, presumably Miss Leng Er is not an ordinary person! ”

"The emperor is really in love, Mo Yu is just an ordinary person." A faint light flashed under Leng Moyu's eyes, and he replied indifferently.

"Huh...... Miss Leng is too modest! Jun Wuxian didn't say much, and said with a hearty smile: "Miss Leng's poem is very good in terms of artistic conception and rhyme. He has no heavy color, no exaggerated foreshadowing, plain, simple and simple. ”

"Come on, take out the streamer piano and give it to Miss Leng Er!"

As soon as Jun Wuxian's voice fell, it immediately caused a cold sucking sound.

When Xiao Hong heard this, he immediately bit his lip, what? Streamer?! What are you kidding, why give her the streamer?!

Oh, my God! The emperor actually said that he would give the streamer piano to Leng Moyu?!

The ministers were shocked and incredulous. They heard you right, right? Just now, the emperor said that he would give the streamer piano to Leng Moyu, right? But you have to know that the streamer is ......

Jun Wuxiao didn't have time to surprise them here, as soon as he finished speaking, he asked people to fetch the streamer qin.

A maid walked in slowly, the maid looked handsome, but no one looked at the maid at the moment. I saw that the maid had her hands flat, and she was holding a long piano on both hands, but she couldn't see the appearance of the piano clearly, because there was a black cloth that covered the demeanor of the streamer.

For Jun Wuxiao to reward himself with things, Leng Moyu doesn't care at all. But looking at the reactions of everyone present, Leng Moyu suddenly began to be a little curious about what this streamer piano was, which would cause such intense emotions among these people.

Staring at the piano in the maid's hand, for some reason, Leng Moyu had an urge to rush up and lift the black cloth in his heart.

In front of everyone, the maid slowly put the streamer on the platform and left.

Jun Wuxian looked at the streamer under the black cloth, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

But looking at this qin, there was a gentleness in his eyes that could not fade, and the soft light in his eyes did not fade, so he looked at Leng Moyu.

Looking at the gentleness in Jun Wuxian's eyes that couldn't fade, Leng Moyu just moved between his eyebrows, and he didn't react. She was just a little curious, who was this emperor looking at through herself?

Leng Moyu knew that Jun Wuxiao was looking at himself and thinking of someone, but the others didn't know. When those ministers saw the soft light in Jun Wuxian's eyes, they thought that they liked Leng Moyu very much, and at the same time, they also recognized her as the future princess of war. This will give the treasure of the town and the country, the streamer piano, to Leng Moyu.

It seems that the Leng family has another backing...... This Leng family already occupies the first place among the three major families, and now Miss Leng will be the future princess of war, so this position is even more unfortunate.

Jun Wuxian's eyes were full of soft light, he looked at Leng Moyu in a trance for a while, and suddenly saw the Emperor Jun Xie with slightly narrowed eyes next to him, came back to his senses, and smiled.

Was his son warning himself that he had been watching his daughter-in-law for too long?

"Mo Yu, get up and take a look at your streamer!"

Look at! These titles are different, it seems that Miss Leng will really be the princess of war.

A knowing smile suddenly appeared on the face of the minister below.

"Yes."

Leng Moyu stood up, and slowly came to the platform in white.

Her dark eyes looked at the guqin lying calmly on the platform, she pursed her red lips and raised her hand to the black cloth.

Emperor Jun's evil black eyes looked at Leng Moyu's movements, and his eyes touched the streamer, and a dark light flashed under his eyes that he couldn't understand.

The true face of the streamer was gradually revealed, and suddenly a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the cold ink rain.

She seemed to know why the streamer had the word streamer.

The whole body of the streamer piano is made of black jade, crystal clear, and the sunlight crosses with a burst of colorful light, caressing it, it is cold and cold. The strings are made of silk refined with golden fire, and they are not constantly rotting.

What's even more amazing is that the black jade used to make the streamer piano seems to be spiritual, and when Leng Moyu's hand touches the streamer piano, she seems to feel a cool aura surging into her body.

"Haha, it looks like Mo Yu likes it very much? If you like it! Jun Wuxian looked at Leng Moyu's love and smiled.

"Courtier, thank you for the emperor's reward."

This time Leng Moyu is sincerely grateful, because she really likes this gift.

"Then in that case, why don't you play the piano with Mo Yu! By the way, let's see if this piano really fits. ”

"Yes."

The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and Leng Moyu sat on the ground, his wrist raised, and his fingertips first tentatively plucked the strings. The voice is crisp and pleasant, and the touch of her fingertips is quite satisfying.

The minister looked at Leng Moyu intently, there was amazement and temptation in their eyes.

The trick of the woman's white clothes is not too much ornamental, but it is like a fairy who does not mess with mortals. She lowered her head, her eyes looked at the streamer piano in her hand gently, and a few strands of flying green silk fell on the slender jade neck, and the corners of her lips hooked a smile that seemed to be absent, which was fascinating.

Looking at such a beautiful cold ink rain, Xiao Hong's eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy, his hands hidden under the long sleeves were clenched, his fingertips were deeply sunk in the palms of his hands, and he vaguely saw blood dripping from his palms.

The sharp pain made Xiao Hong not behave out of line, she knew that she couldn't, she was a saint, she had to be dignified, she definitely couldn't be carried away by jealousy like those women.

But......

She bit her lower lip and looked at the streamer with some greed, but the streamer must be hers, and the war king can only be hers!

It should be Jun Xiyao who should be more angry, originally thought that Leng Moyu should lose face in front of everyone, but he didn't expect this slut to make such a good poem, and he didn't expect his father to give the streamer piano to this slut.

Her eyes glared at Leng Moyu angrily, looking at her with jealousy and resentment, and at the same time looking at Streamer Qin's eyes were so full of greed.

The slender jade fingers plucked the strings, and a long sound came slowly. When the first syllable of the piano sounded, the crowd couldn't help but sink into the intoxicating sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is long, some sad, some long......