Xiao Junyi stretched out his fleshy little hand to cover his ears.

The sound was so harsh that it made people's eardrums tremble.

Ye Ziqi put down his hand and asked with a smile: "What does Childe think of the slave family playing this tune?" ”

Guan Yan complained directly in his heart.

It's ugly, it's terrible to hear.

Feng Jiuchuan picked up the teacup and took a sip gently, "Okay, very good." In the former dynasty, poet Li once wrote a poem, 'The sound has been quiet, and the four silent stars are scarce. That's pretty much it. ”

When Guan Yan heard the emperor's words, he had doubts in his heart, could it be that noise, it was so good.

He couldn't help but look at Mo Yan, who was expressionless.

The little meat bun seems to understand but doesn't understand.

"Play another tune." Feng Jiuchuan said.

Ye Ziqi replied in a gentle voice: "There are no more songs, one song is enough." More than enough is too much. Why don't you dance a dance for your son? ”

"Yes."

Ye Ziqi was light, and walked to the table a few steps away step by step, her hands stretched out and fitted, revealing her beautiful back, and Mo Yan and the others looked at her.

I saw the woman with her hands on her waist and began to twist her body, twisting and twisting, and her wonderful posture was unique.

After a few breaths, the woman was still there twisting and twisting, and then twisting her waist.

Guan Yan blinked, should this waist twist be over, but no, just watched the woman persistently twist her waist.

I twist.

I twist.

I twist the girl......

I continue to twist, twist, twist!

……

Feng Jiuchuan: ......

Small Meat Buns: ......

Inkstone, Guanyan: ......

The four of them, with eight eyes open, watched like fools as a madman twisted his waist there.

After a cup of tea, the woman finally stopped moving, her slender fingers secretly wiped her sweat, and said faintly: "Every time a dance is stopped, it is so physically exhausting. ”

Guanyan, inkstone: ...... (Hehehe!) ）

This is the dance of legends?!

Guan Yan complained wildly in his heart, I'm young, don't lie to me.

Little Meatball's mouth widened in surprise.

Feng Jiuchuan coughed lightly, with an expressionless face, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

This song, this dance, there is probably only one person in the world who can do this.

"What does Childe think of this dance of the slave family?" Ye Ziqi asked delicately.

"Very good, very wonderful."

Guan Yan's eyes straightened.

Your Majesty, are you blind?!

Mo Yan was silent.

Xiao Roubao looked at his father with a shocked expression, as if he had met Feng Jiuchuan for the first time.

Ye Ziqi looked at Mo Yan and Guanyan, "The two sons, after standing for a long time, you might as well sit down and drink a cup of tea together to moisten your throat." ”

Ink inkstone, observation and words do not move.

Feng Jiuchuan raised his hand, "Since Miss Qiqi asked you to sit, then sit down." ”

Mo Yan and Guan Yan sat down, and Ye Ziqi personally poured them a cup of tea.

"Drink it, two sons."

Mo Yan and Guan Yan glanced at Feng Jiuchuan, and with his acquiescence, they silently picked up the teacup.

Ye Ziqi looked at Feng Jiuchuan, "I don't know if the son can go to the inner beauty of the slave family?" ”

"See." Feng Jiuchuan is serious nonsense.

"That boy is now qualified to see the external beauty of the slave family." Ye Ziqi said with a smile.

Guan Yan immediately turned his head and looked at Ye Ziqi.

Even Mo Yan, who had been silent, quietly turned his head.

The little meat bun took small bites of delicious snacks, and her big obsidian eyes looked at her curiously.

Several people are looking forward to what kind of person can become the treasure of Baihualou. "Your Majesty, Niangniang has crossed again!" The latest chapters of "Paw Book House" are free to read for the first time.