Looking at him quietly, Wanqing still didn't say a word, but she had already hated him in her heart, this person was ruthless and poisonous enough!

Sure enough, it is not an ordinary person, who sees people's hearts so thoroughly, and makes them so scheming! No wonder he sat firmly in the position of general Zhenyuan at a young age, commanded the three armies, and all of them were dissatisfied, and even the emperor had to respect him for three points.

This is not entirely unreasonable.

So, he just smiled faintly and said: "Husband, rest assured, this basic etiquette, the concubine still knows the way to advance and retreat, grandma is old, and she should look like a granddaughter-in-law." ”

The change of direction showed weakness to him, and his eyes were full of begging, hoping that he would stop dwelling on this matter.

"Ha Lu Ha ......" He was not embarrassed, and after a burst of laughter, he only said: "This is the best, you are still smart." ”

"Xie Fujun compliments." Leaning over slightly, Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he didn't embarrass him, otherwise, I really don't know what he would do, sighed in his heart, and also commented on his husband, cruel, ruthless, murderous without blood!

Seeing that she was relieved, Feng Qiuyin secretly laughed, in the end, she was a woman who was not self-sufficient, and she tried to resist him, but this courage was commendable.

After that day, he did not meet Feng Qiuyin again, and at night, he did not come to her room, and it was quiet that he didn't have to see each other, but who knows, Mrs. Tai gave an order after she knew, and let him go to the evening room every night to spend the night, and there were more family members guarding the door, if he didn't go, he would be disobedient to the elders, presumably Feng Qiuyin also knew the way.

It's just Mrs. Tai's kindness, but it makes Wanqing a little overwhelmed.

Sure enough, he would come to Wanqing's room almost every night, with his usual domineering.

He has always been served by Hongmei, but these days I don't know if it's enchanted, this nightly washing, wide clothes have become Wanqing's work, although there are thousands of unwilling, but she has to compromise.

On this night, the moonlight was hazy, and the dark blue night sky had a few dazzling stars.

After dinner, Wanqing sat in front of the window, without his noise in her ears, but much more relaxed, looking at the moonlight, she had a whim, and suddenly wanted to sing.

ordered someone to take the piano, Wanqing thought about it, and then opened her mouth to sing, who turns the desolate song of Yuefu, the wind is also Xiao Xiao, the rain is also Xiao Xiao, and the light flowers are thin and overnight;

I don't know what's lingering, I'm bored when I wake up, I'm bored when I'm drunk, and I went to Xie Qiao in my dream.

A song of mulberry, her voice is cool with a bit of affection, her voice is soft, and after so many ups and downs, she has faded away from the girl's immaturity, and what she left behind can't help but feel a little sad.

It's just that Shuang'er and Hongmei, who were serving on the side, had already been fascinated by it, and stood aside, with a satisfied smile on their faces.

However, after a while, the sound of the piano was disturbed by a steady footstep.

This is what Hongmei heard first, after all, most of the main maids in the general's mansion have martial arts, and Wanqing knows that this martial arts practitioner can see the six ways and listen to the eight directions.

I saw that her expression was tense, and she suddenly came back to her senses, and she had already turned around and knelt down.

Following the prestige, Wanqing saw Feng Qiuyin wearing a cyan robe, which looked elegant and gentle.

Didn't he say that there was something in the army? How did he come back suddenly? I thought about it for a while, and I stopped playing it in the evening.

Feng Qiuyin's face was calm, and she slowly approached her, and then said inexplicably: "Go on, don't stop." ”

Wanqing looked at him with a complicated expression, he regarded her as someone, she could pretend not to hate him, but there was no need to follow his orders, although she was weak, she also had her own pride, how could she allow him to trample on it at will.

If he wanted to listen to the music, he could find the girls from Chunxiang Pavilion to sing, so why did he have to ask her to come?

So, the atmosphere cooled down all at once.

Feng Qiuyin stood there, looking at Wanqing motionless, her face became more and more ugly, Hongmei saw it, and just wanted to round the field, but was frightened back by Feng Qiuyin's warning eyes.

Casting a complicated glance at Wanqing, she could only hope that Wanqing could ask for more blessings.

No one had ever dared to disobey his orders, but they couldn't imagine that this Murong Wanqing was so bold that she dared to disobey his orders.

Looking at her like this, at this time she did not apply rouge on her face, a green silk only used a jade hairpin to tie her hair in a bun, and the remaining half of the broken hair was scattered on her back, and in the night, a pair of eyes stared at him deadly, revealing a resolute and unyielding light.

Time passed little by little, and Feng Qiuyin's cold and angry face gradually eased, replaced by a touch of cruelty that was more terrible than cold anger, "What? If you don't want to, you can call Shuang'er back again, I don't know what Mrs. wants? ”

He smiled faintly, but there was bloodthirsty cruelty at the corners of his mouth.

Wanqing couldn't help but be stunned, only to feel that the air around her was instantly condensed, he was so ruthless, so poisonous, he really didn't leave her a trace of survival. Shuang'er, the poor maid, was accustomed to becoming a bargaining chip for him to threaten her, and she really had nothing to do with him.

Since you are under the fence, why should you be competitive, if you are quick for a while, I am afraid that you will regret it for life.

After thinking about it, Wanqing finally softened her heart and said softly: "At this time, it is a beautiful day, and you can be accompanied by your husband, but I don't know what song your husband wants to listen to?" ”

"Just play a song." After speaking, he sat down on his own, stretched out his right hand, and knocked on the stone table again and again, and with the night, it formed a very strange atmosphere.

Stroking the piano slightly, Wanqing sang Qin Louyue again.

The window screen is thin.

The day wears red and slowly urges comb and sweep.

Rush comb skimming.

New sunny weather, painting eaves and smelling magpies.

Begonias are open at night.

Xiaoyun was in the Ganjiao first.

Angle of the appendix.

Yang flowers are all over the ground, and the wind is evil at night.

Feng Qiuyin listened attentively, closed her eyes slightly, and her head shook unconsciously with the rhythm. Looking at him, Wanqing noticed that the expression on his face was deeply hurt and painful, like a love thread that had been tangled for thousands of years.

That kind of sadness actually made Wanqing feel inexplicable, and she had the urge to touch his face and erase the deep pain for him, and even wanted to ask him, why was he so sad?

At the end of the song, Wanqing got up slightly and approached him cautiously, but just when she was about to touch him, his head was buried in her arms, he had fallen asleep deeply, looking at his sleeping face, his heart sank suddenly, Wanqing couldn't help but be shocked, I didn't expect that the general of the dignified Niwa Dynasty was as immature as a child, and he didn't seem to be wary of her.

It's just that why this is so, she really doesn't know.