p > Xuanyuan Qing knew that his friend had asked him to announce this year's top candidate.

Towards Mo Muyun with a light bow, Xuanyuan Qing changed his words like a god, "Everyone has also heard that the poems of the concubines of the Marquis of Jing'an have been greatly praised by Mo Gongzi, originally!" The leader of this world is none other than the concubine of the Marquis of Jing'an. However, the current emperor has entrusted this king to obtain this pair of spiritual jasper flutes, and he must be familiar with the rhythm of music before he is worthy of having them! ”

"Qing, ...... are you?" Mo Muyun looked at Xuanyuan Qing in confusion.

Why did the King of Qi, who has always been one and the same, change his hexagram halfway and say something that he has or not?

Such a villain's behavior is really embarrassing!

"Ziran, it's good to be restless, the fourth brother of this king does this, he has his own intentions, let's take a look down." Tapping on Mo Muyun's shoulder, Xuanyuan said lightly.

Thinking about his fourth brother, most of them didn't want the straw bag to be lame and easily get that pair of jasper flutes, right? The thin lips were lightly raised, and a trace of understanding flashed under Xuanyuan Li's eyes.

"It's unfair for him to do this!"

"Alas! Ziran, why do you take it so seriously? Didn't I tell you? The fourth brother of this king does that, he has his own intentions, you relax and relax, look down. Xuanyuan Li's slightly frivolous tone made Mo Muyun's handsome face a little ugly.

He didn't expect that King Qi, who had been friends with him for many years, would be a man with such a narrow temperament.

Hehe! If you don't reach the heart of the Yellow River, you won't die, right? If you can't make a plan, you have another plan, it's really a woman singing with a husband, intimate panic!

Ling Wushuang lowered his head, and sneered at Ling Yuyan and Xuanyuan Qing in his heart.

"Qingying, go borrow a guqin." The calm and calm voice reached Xuanyuan Qing's ears, making his look of wanting to watch a good show disappear in an instant.

"Miss Ling, use the piano in the next place!" A warm and slightly restrained male voice came from the crowd.

"Ouch, who did this son think was coming, it turned out to be Xiao Qinshi who accompanied those Yingying Yanyan in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion!" The mouth continued to leak, He Tianci stepped to the front of the stage, looked at the handsome man who walked on the stage and smiled.

Xiao Qinglan was holding his qin, and was about to go to "Yilan Garden" to make a living, passing by here, inadvertently, he heard the poems recited by Mo Muyun, and stopped his feet one by one, and when he heard Qi Wang Xuanyuan Qing say the words behind, he couldn't help but speak out and shouted to Ling Wushuang, who was sitting in a wheelchair on the stage.

Everyone in the world says that the eldest lady of the Jing'an Hou Mansion is a useless waste straw bag, but Xiao Qinglan doesn't think so.

The Ling Wushuang he knew had a kind heart.

I remember one day a few years ago, his blind old mother, because she couldn't wait for him to come home, groped her way to the street alone, fell down many times on the way, and no one paid attention.

And Miss Ling and her girl, who passed by her, did not dislike his old mother's dirt, and directly helped his old mother back home, accompanied his old mother, and waited for his return.

Without saying a word, he turned around with her girl and left.

How can such a transparent woman be a useless waste?

If he can help her today, it can be regarded as his Xiao Qinglan repaying the favor of a few years ago.

"Xiao has seen Master He!" Xiao Qinglan ignored He Tianci's ridicule and bowed politely to him.

"Bad luck!"

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