Chapter 390: Sing a Little Song 2

When Miss Jing'er heard Bi Yuntao's previous words, her heart suddenly tightened, and there was a murderous intent in her eyes, but when she heard the latter sentence, she was stunned, and then she understood that she was in his way and was teased by him.

Miss Jing'er quickly sorted out her mood, glanced at Bi Yuntao with all kinds of charms, and said with a sweet smile on her face: "What the son wants, Jing'er should do." But I don't know what tune Childe wants to hear? ”

Bi Yuntao laughed and said, "What kind of music do I want to listen to, can Miss Jing'er do it?" The playful color gradually spread at the corners of Bi Yuntao's mouth.

Whether it is a fuqin or a pipa, as long as it is a musical instrument worthy of the name, Miss Jing'er is very confident, and with her own skills, the music she plays is not much worse than those famous artists.

With confidence in her skills, Miss Jing'er happily accepted Bi Yuntao's conditions, and nodded proudly: "That's natural, as long as the son can name it, Jing'er will not let you down." ”

Bi Yuntao smiled secretly in his heart, pretending to be contemplative on his face, and said after a while: "I can't read anything in my eyes, I don't have any ink on my chest, and I haven't heard any good songs, but when I entered this courtyard just now, I heard a little song sung by a sister, and I was very appetizing, so I wanted to ask Miss Jing'er to sing a song." ”

Miss Jing'er saw the sly smile on his face, which was exactly the same as the strange look when she was playing with herself just now, and she had some bad premonitions in her heart, but singing a little song was simply easy for her, and she didn't believe that Bi Yuntao could play any tricks.

"I don't know what kind of track it is, Jing'er must satisfy Childe." The smile on her face made the men in the hall dry.

The men in the hall were also looking forward to it, wanting to see what kind of song Bi Yuntao would say, so that they could feast their ears.

"Miss Jing'er, you ...... Can you sing eighteen touches? Bi Yuntao said with a smile, although his voice was small, it made everyone hear it clearly.

Quiet!

Absolute silence!

The atmosphere in the hall is like the name of Miss Jing'er, so quiet that people feel suffocated!

The men in the hall opened their mouths wide, and the women covered their small mouths, all looking at Bi Yuntao with disbelief.

The previously arrogant son of Su Chuanli stretched his neck and looked at Bi Yuntao blankly, obviously stunned by this person's astonishing words.

Xu Shiyuan, the son of the Governor's Mansion, covered his mouth tightly, desperately suppressed his smile, and his face was full of playful admiration. What is the origin of this beggar-like person, but he really has an appetite for himself. Seeing that he is so familiar with Third Brother He, he should be a friend of Third Brother He, so he will visit He Mansion tomorrow and ask Third Brother He about it.

The sons in this hall are all frequent visitors to Fengyue occasions, and naturally everyone knows what the eighteen touches are. If you drink a flower wine and sing eighteen touches, it is called the atmosphere, but to let this stunning Oiran who does not sell her body sing this lewd little song, it is simply bold and arrogant.

Not to mention Miss Jing'er's peerless beauty, just talking about her unparalleled piano skills and letting her play simple songs has already humiliated her. But I didn't expect this beggar to be so vulgar and let Miss Jing'er sing that flirtatious yellow song.

I don't know what kind of ecstasy taste this Oiran sang Eighteen Touches, the men in the courtyard suddenly had a strong feeling, they really want to thank He Sanye, thank him for bringing this beggar in, so that they can see the stunning Oiran on the Qinhuai River, and sing the charm of Eighteen Touches.

Even though Miss Jing'er had seen all kinds of people, at this time, when she saw Bi Yuntao so contemptuous and despised herself, her face turned pale for a while, she looked at Bi Yuntao fiercely, and the divine light in her eyes was enough to kill him ten thousand times.

Meng Ruoxi, who was on the second floor, blushed, looked at Bi Yuntao from afar, took a sip, and said in a deep voice: "I know if I think about these things all day." As soon as he left the capital, there was no one around him, and now he dared to come to the Qinglou to find the girl, not to say, and to let the girl sing that kind of dirty song in front of so many people, his courage is really getting fatter and fatter. ”

Meng Ruoxi's tone became more and more cold, and her eyes looked coldly at Bi Yuntao, who was beaming and proud downstairs, "When the purpose of this trip is over, see how I clean him up!" ”

Bi Yuntao in the hall was looking at Miss Jing'er with an excited face, and suddenly shivered for no reason, which came out of the depths of his heart, and the fear in his heart.

Bi Yuntao scratched his head with some doubts, what the hell is going on today? Why did I shiver twice in one night, could I say that I was going to catch a cold?

Bi Yuntao shook his head slightly, shook off the nonsense in his mind, and continued to look at Miss Jing'er, who turned blue and white for a while, which made the corners of Bi Yuntao's mouth sneer.

A sister in a kiln, what is the high pretend? An oiran who sells himself and doesn't show his wife? Pure bullshit. It's clearly a means to make money and catch Kaizi, and I don't know how many people have slept with it.

"Why, Miss Jing'er doesn't dare to sing, right?"

Although Miss Jing'er is a Qinglou woman, she is a real Bingqing daughter, with a prominent identity, how can she allow others to insult herself like this.

She gritted her teeth hatefully, finally she still had some city government, and she still remembered her promise, so Yingying glanced at Bi Yuntao, deliberately shot a little shyness in her eyes, and twisted: "Childe, can you change the tune?" This song can't be sung. ”

"Can't sing?" Bi Yuntao stomped a few steps, walked to a fan who was singing, took her hand and said, "This girl sings, why can't you sing?" ”

The pink head has been standing in the wind for a long time, and her dignity has long been buried, but this person's words are right for her mind, she actually seemed to have the courage, and glanced at Bi Yuntao bravely, and there seemed to be tears flashing in her eyes.

Miss Jing'er's face was red and white, her plump breasts continued to rise and fall, suppressing the anger in her heart, but she was born as beautiful as a flower.

Seeing that kind of psychedelic gaze shot out of Miss Jing'er's eyes again, and the resentment on her face was enough to melt all the men, Bi Yuntao immediately became vigilant, didn't look at her eyes, turned his head and said loudly: "Miss Jing'er, although you are the Oiran of this Miaoxiang Pavilion, the sons of you spoil you and love you, but then again, you are still a member of this Miaoxiang Pavilion, even if you are beautiful and have peerless art, but the Qinglou is the Qinglou, not the theater inn." This is a leather and meat business, selling laughter and cheerful faces, although the sisters in this yard are not as good as you, but in essence, you are no different from them. They are your sisters, why can't you sing when they sing? Can the beauty of birth be superior to your sisters? ”