As the first syllable flowed, the eyes of everyone in the audience could no longer take their eyes off the person on the stage, and a few petals suddenly fell from mid-air at the right time.

A few of them still fell on the goddess's white and flawless clothes.

The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, the small strings are cut like whispers, the noisy cuts are miscellaneous, and the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

Mo looked at the purple kite that seemed to be glowing on the stage and nodded.

Purple iris jaw head.

The people in the audience suddenly thought that it was the fairy on the stage and nodded at them, and there was a boil.

Because of the time, although the purple kite's playing is still somewhat flawed, for a person who has only been practicing this piece for an afternoon, there is nothing to be harsh about.

Mo Qinggently sneaked a glance at the men, Yuan Xia's noise disappeared, and only the sound of the pipa remained in the huge scene.

Mo Qingrou didn't give the complete score of the plugged song, she cleverly memorized the most wonderful part of it to the purple kite.

For the rest of the people here, this song has never been heard before, and with the plucking of the fingers of the purple kite on the stage, the emotions of the audience are also full to a few points.

Purple Kite's empathy ability is still good, at least she can pull people into the artistic conception she created.

"Go ahead." Mo gently and secretly stabbed An Shuangchi beside him.

With the sound of one of the most wonderful pipas, a rain of flowers suddenly fell in the sky.

Pink petals fell from the sky, and everyone looked up, but no one knew where the flower came from, looking at the purple kite on the stage, with a sad expression, as if she was the Zhaojun out of the plug at this time.

Everyone's eyes are not on her, no one will care what will happen to her if she goes to that unfamiliar place alone, just like Lu Xun said, people's emotions don't understand.

It was as if she was the only one left in the whole world, and a tear flowed from her eyes and smashed on the lute.

Mo Qingrou secretly screamed in her heart that it was not good, the purple kite was good at everything, but it was too easy to bring in his feelings.

In order to help her understand, Zhaojun told her a rough story before going on stage, and the purple kite's tears were a little uncontrollable at that time, but she didn't expect to be out of control on stage now.

Looking at the purple kite that was crying on the stage, and even the fingering was slightly messy, Mo Qingrou secretly pinched a handful of sweat in his heart.

It shouldn't have anything to do, the purple kite's control ability has always been very good.

Fortunately, the whole performance ended without danger, and as the last tear fell, the sound of the pipa was completely broken, and a petal slowly landed on the top of the purple kite's hair.

The purple kite closed its eyes, and the light veil on its face gently drifted away with a gust of wind, revealing its beautiful face.

In order to show her weak beauty, Mo Qingrou also nodded a tear mole under her eyes, at this time she lowered her head slightly, and the eyelashes that had just shed tears were still wet.

It's just that this is not enough, everyone around is silent, no one is willing to break this beautiful picture, only Purple Kite is still grieving on stage.

Suddenly, the only bright light went out, and taking advantage of the darkness, Mo Qingrou hurriedly ran to the stage and pulled down the purple kite that had not yet come to her senses.

Time is pressing, she has to change clothes, she has to reapply his makeup, she can't delay for a second, there is no time for her to grieve.

The only light on the scene went out, and after a second of silence, the original Ding Boiling returned again, but the difference was that this time almost everyone was shouting for the Purple Kite Girl.

"Are they calling me?" The purple kite asked blankly, pointing at herself.

"Yes, they are calling you, you are no longer Zhaojun, come back to your senses, Purple Kite, you are now Purple Kite."

Looking at the purple kite's blank eyes, Mo sighed softly, although this kind of performance can make his pipa sound more moving, but it is also very damaging to himself.

"Follow me." Mo gently pulled her and stumbled to the door of her room.

"Go in and change your clothes." Mo Qingrou didn't have the key to her room, so she could only stand at the door and wait for her to open it.

"I, I'm not closing the door." Purple Kite looked at the door lock that did not belong to her room in shock.

She clearly remembered that her maid was here looking at the door, and did not close the door, so where did the lock come from now, and the lock in her room was still hanging outside.

"What do you mean?" Mo frowned softly and glanced at the lock, thoughtful.

"It's not my lock, it's my room, I don't know who closed it."

The purple kite's body trembled a little, looking at Mo Qingrou, her eyes were full of fear.

In a few seconds, Mo gently figured out the ins and outs, I'm afraid that this is whose way is in the way of her performance today, so she is waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

There seems to be no one else who can do this except Qingyan.

Only she saw Purple Kite putting on makeup in her own room, and she also saw Purple Kite wearing that red dress.

She also wore a red dress today, but unfortunately because of the previous collision, there were more bruises on her body, so the effect of wearing it was not so amazing.

When he first appeared, the purple kite was wearing a white dress, and he had clearly said it before, the purple kite had two performances, thinking of the red clothes he saw in the room, and he could guess that the next purple kite would definitely appear in red.

Qingyan saw the appearance of the purple kite and the red clothes, and she didn't know what kind of mentality she had locked the door with a lock.

Mo shook her head gently, this Qingyan is really big-chested, and she doesn't know how she used to become the position of this Oiran, in her opinion, any person in this Lanyue Building can press her IQ to the ground and rub it.

"It's okay, you come with me." Mo sighed softly, but why didn't this Qingyan upgrade his brain before doing things.

She came back with the purple kite, just to take her to drink saliva and rest a little, the contents had already been transferred to the next room for her, didn't she know that during the performance, she would find a room for them to put on makeup and dress up or something.

This room is the purple kite's exclusive dressing room, and it can be seen from this room that the bustard is indeed very attentive to the purple kite, and it is full of clothes.

Looking at the purple kite's ignorant look, a string in Mo Qingrou's head suddenly collapsed.

No wonder Qingyan would target Purple Kite so much, I'm afraid she didn't know that there was a dressing room for her.

It can be seen from this that this old bustard has been pampered by the purple kite to what extent, I am afraid that it will only be more and not less when it is peaceful, perhaps it is precisely because of the various eccentric actions of this old bustard that the hatred in Qingyan's heart is getting bigger and bigger.

When the purple kite was about to open the stage, he thought of the old bustard's love for the purple kite on weekdays, and unconsciously regarded the purple kite as his number one enemy, and opposed the purple kite everywhere.

And the old bustard will naturally not be so obvious on the bright side, so every time the purple kite is bullied, he will not do anything excessive, but he must be ruthless behind his back.

What the old bustard gave to the purple kite, as long as Qingyan knew it once, the anger in her heart would not drop a little.

Beautiful women are all a little arrogant, and they are not all little fools like purple kites.

After a long time, even if the purple kite didn't do anything out of the ordinary, Qingyan also regarded her as a thorn in the flesh in her eyes, as long as the purple kite was there, her position in the place could be taken away at any time.

It is under this pressure that Qingyan becomes more and more unfriendly to the purple kite.

Maybe she was wrong from the beginning, the old bustard may really want to keep the purple kite in this building for the rest of her life, but she doesn't want the purple kite to really come out, looking at the clothes and jewelry in the room, I'm afraid she really raised her as her own daughter.

But later, the purple kite was trapped by love, and the old bustard did not intervene in this choice.

"Will you pick up customers later?"

Looking at the purple kite that had already changed her clothes, Mo Qingrou couldn't help but ask.

Purple Kite was surprised at first, and then shook her head, if she received a guest, how could she marry the person in her heart with peace of mind, there was no way to change her background, and what could be kept must be kept.

Sure enough, Mo Qingrou's heart was clear, and the purple kite in the future is estimated to rely on her beauty to create a famous prostitute with this pipa, but in fact, this old bustard still wants to marry her well.

A famous prostitute who comes out of the mud and is not stained, a nobody in the green building, the probability of being this prostitute is relatively large.

Moreover, there are a few people who come out of this green building who will believe that they are really innocent.

But if you keep using the identity of this prostitute, it will be different, but you can expand this identity, and use this as a signboard, which is not a bad way to save the country.

"This bustard is really good to you." Mo sighed softly.

"yes, it's always been nice to me." Purple Kite nodded in agreement.

This is an indisputable fact, all the girls in the building have seen it, and her mother is indeed very special to her.

"Alright." Mo gently put away the last stroke and looked at the purple kite in the mirror with satisfaction.

She didn't make much changes to the overall makeup, but the pink eyeshadow on her fingers made a heavy stroke at the corners of her eyes.

The tear mole had been turned into a bewitching flower by her, and the red veil was once again put on, leaving only the eyes that were born to hook people, and the flower that would hook people's souls away.

Her hair was tied up gently and high, as if those chivalrous women who walked the rivers and lakes had added some chivalrous spirit to this soft temperament.

It's not boring.

"Let's go." Mo gently pulled the purple kite and walked step by step towards the stage below.