Seeing Ming'an coming to his side, Meng Mingji flashed in a flash, and with the cover of the crowd, he didn't know where he had gone.

"It's obviously still there, but it's gone in an instant!" Ming'an Wang Ji finally walked through the crowd, but he didn't expect that with such a twist of his face, a big living person seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Regarding the attitude of others, Ming An can always be said to be very sensitive: "One or two avoid me, what is that word called...... Avoid like a femme fatale? ”

Ming'an Wang Ji is naïve, and she may not be able to hear the sound outside the strings, but whenever the attention of others is not on her, Ming'an can easily feel it.

Qingluo, who was sitting upstairs, saw everything clearly, and found that Meng Mingji's trip had a clear purpose, and he definitely didn't want to be messed with by Ming'an. Therefore, for Meng Mingji's approach, Qingluo is also understandable.

The left and right sides were at the bottom of this song building, and Ming An didn't plan to go back like this, so he took the money in his hand and invited a singer to come to the teahouse, and asked Qingluo, who was watching on the second floor, to stroke his forehead for a while.

"General Qing, I'm back."

Ming An turned sideways and let out the singer holding the qin behind him, "General Qing, look at this beautiful sister." ”

"It is said that Sister Beauty is the best at singing music in Jingzhao City!" If you don't know who Ming'an is, you still think that it is the Qinlou Chu Pavilion who sells her own singer, "It is said that as long as the guest can call the name, this beautiful sister will play and sing." ”

Even when he is free, Qingluo rarely comes to listen to music, not to mention that his busy feet don't occupy an area every day, and it is already difficult to come here to make an appointment, how can there be those leisure and leisurely songs to listen to?

Ming Anke is a big idler, and he has a correspondence with Limu who hides and hides on weekdays, and he is busy in order to hide from his sister Jing, so he can be called idle, and his interest is high at this time: "If General Qing doesn't believe it, you can order some tunes at will, and this beautiful sister can sing it." ”

"I don't know much about these songs on weekdays, so why don't I have Wang Ji here."

Picking up the teacup, Qingluo secretly observed the singer - there should be nothing abnormal, Ming'an is willing to listen to it, so it is good to rest, as long as there is no accident.

"It's late at night, Wang Ji clicked it and listened to it herself. There is no rush to listen to music, and there will be opportunities in the future. Today, it is better for Wang Ji to go back early, so as not to worry the county lord of Mingjing. ”

"Okay......" Ming'an Wang Ji still felt quite a pity, and finally invited this famous singer, and finally Sister Jing was not there, but she was persuaded to return home early, "Since General Qing is unwilling to order music, then I will order it at will." ”

In fact, it is impossible for Ming An to know these well-known songs in Jingzhao City, from Xirong, this singer is naturally impossible to sing, thinking of this, Ming An was also a little lacking in interest for a while.

"What are you good at, just play and sing with me."

"Wang Ji came from Xirong, and the little girl didn't sing any Xirong songs to show her ugliness."

Qingluo, who was sitting on the side, also didn't expect that the singer not only recognized Ming'an's identity, but also knew Xirong's little song, and the heart that she had just put down couldn't help but hang.

These singers' treatment of people is definitely not the kind of Ming'an who can't understand the colors of others, and soon discovered Qingluo's undisguised vigilance, knowing that although this house is Ming'an's Wang Jihua's silver money

"General Qing, don't misunderstand, the little girl just saw too many people in the song building, so she also has the ability to be considered incompetent."

Qingluo just smiled and didn't say anything. This singer still has no flaws at present. Even if there is someone behind it, it will not be on the opposite side of the court.

"Since Wang Ji invited the girl to sing the song, I naturally won't care." Out of holiness, Qingluo's right hand touched his waist lightly, and he smiled again, "But the girl shouldn't think that I, an idler, disturb my interest." ”

The two stopped talking, and the singer found a stable table with the guqin in her hand, and played and sang with Ming'an Wang Ji.

Qingluo took this opportunity to take a break by the window. But he didn't dare to relax a little bit - if something went wrong with Ming'an, the relationship between Dahlia and Xirong would be affected.

"This song is sluggish and tight, not good, sister beauty, can I change it?"

Those who go to listen to the music are more or less asking for such a gentle township, and the style of music is natural and charming. Although this singer is still very eye-catching, she doesn't know the character of Ming'an Wang Ji.

A few tunes passed, not to mention that the singer was already a little tired, even Ming An was tired of listening, stepped on the chair with one foot, and yawned.

"Since Wang Ji is tired, it is better to go back to the house earlier."

Ming'an Wang Ji was still in a daze, a yawn came out, there was a bit of mist in her smoked eyes, and the stupidity on weekdays was covered by cuteness.

Turning his head and looking at Qingluo in a daze, he poured a sip of herbal tea, and sobered up: "I'm not sleepy, I finally came out, I don't want to go back so early." ”

The color of the window ridge was reflected on the table, and with this moon shadow alone, Qingluo knew that it was not early.

As Ming An said, the left and right have come out, and they should all be regarded as sacrificing their lives to accompany the gentleman.

"Well, Wang Ji just has fun."

But at this time, where is Ming'an still interested in listening to music? The song was melodious and tactful, but it was a song of sorrow, which made Ming'an, a person who was thousands of miles away from his lover, have a little sadness between his eyebrows.

Qingluo leaned aside, although he found out, it was not easy to mix something, so he only let Ming'an go, observing the singer with two minds, thinking about what arrangements would be made for going to the camp on the outskirts of Beijing tomorrow morning......

"Sister Beauty, maybe teach me how to talk about this qin?" Some people are drunk with alcohol, Xu Xirong is mostly milk tea, and there are few pure teas, these two or three are bitter, which actually makes Ming'an a little drunk.

After Fang Cai's little sleepiness was awakened by Qingluo, Ming An was only a little intoxicated with excitement: "Sister Beauty, in addition to the reception banquet held by the emperor that day, I have only seen this qin at Brother Bin's ......"

"This thing, we Xijon rarely see tight."

Seeing that Ming An was a little drunk, the singer didn't care about the former, it was like suffering from hypochondriasis, and she even looked like she was leaning on, just smiling and sighing.

"That's a hook, play it with the tip of your middle finger." On weekdays, there is no shortage of sons and brothers who take this as fun, but now when they talk about it with Ming'an, the singer is more willing to do it, "Don't use your nails, when the time comes, it will hurt for a long time." ”

Maybe it's because of his thoughts, Ming'an learns very quickly, and he can pop up a basic appearance in a short time.

"Wang Ji said that the little woman's piano sound is soft, and she thinks she has a heroic personality, but now she is so sad."

"The little woman is brave...... Who is Wang Ji missing? ”

Ming An lowered his eyes, and the hand on the strings trembled, "Hmm." ”

"It's better for the little girl to teach Wang Ji a tune, and when we meet again, Wang Ji can play it to her sweetheart."

When will I be able to return to Sijon and see you again? Ming An didn't know, but he still responded silently.

"Thank you, Sister Beauty."

The song started again, and no one in the compartment sighed about the sound of the piano.