Looking at it, there seemed to be nothing in the entire Lingyun Hall that he cared about to give her any more abuse.

"Your Majesty, look at what you said, aren't the concubines all for you?" Yun Mumu turned his head and smiled at the man.

It's a good one for him, he just feels that life is so sad, and he wants to play Chopin on the spot.

"Your Majesty, the guqin in your study shouldn't be your treasure, right?" Yun Mumu accidentally entered Duan Yixi's study and found that in addition to the mountains of folds, there were some books in it, which were boring and ruthless.

Only the guqin in the corner is particularly eye-catching, she plucked it twice last time, and the sound of the piano is as good as the flowing water of a clear spring.

But she doesn't have any cells in that area, and she can't play a few tunes, and she has been forced to learn for a few days since she was a child.

But for the sake of the good guqin in his study, she is willing to learn it for a few more days, anyway, these days are boring.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted, "Don't touch the harp." ”

It was also his big treasure, which he got by chance when he was out fighting, made by the master, and this was the only one he was going to give to his beloved sister when he was in harmony.

"Your Majesty, you are so stingy, you are a martial artist who practices martial arts, why are you rare to use a piano? Besides, the concubine just used it to bullet, and it won't be broken. ”

"No, no." Duan Yixi flatly refused.

Hmph, he's a martial artist who practices martial arts? Didn't anyone give her science popularization?

He Duan Yixi is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs, and he is also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

It's just that the emperor doesn't need to explain this to her.

But before the negotiation here was over, the sound of Bingqiao's return from the completion of the mission was ushered in at the door.

"Niangniang, Qin is here."

Duan Yixi: ......

This master and servant are thieves, right? Don't ask for self-pickup?

"Yun Mumu, you are not allowed to touch my guqin, if you dare to touch it, I will chop you into meat paste and feed it to the big black ......"

It's as threatening anyone he threats.

Of the three people in Lingyun Palace, none of them listened to him.

Yun Mumu looked at the guqin in Bingqiao's hand with straight eyes, hugged it, and walked to the side of the case.

With a bang, duang put the piano on the desk.

Seeing Yun Mumu treating the guqin so roughly, he exclaimed in distress: "Dead woman, you put it lightly, this is made by a master, and you can't afford to pay for it." ”

Yun Mumu glanced back at him and said, "Don't worry, it's not bad, the concubine will play a little song for the emperor to relieve boredom." ”

Duan Yixi now only hopes that this dead woman is really a woman who is proficient in music and rhythm, and can take good care of this piano.

sat in front of the desk decently, rolled up his wide sleeves, and stretched out a pair of slender hands, the plain white hands were pink and slender, quite suitable for playing the piano.

bang~

bang~bang~bang~

Not surprisingly, the unexpected happened.

The sound of the deadly piano exploded in the Lingyun Palace.

Even the little palace maids and little eunuchs who were about to come in to monitor their waves, as soon as they heard the sound of Yun Mumu's piano, they all covered their ears and ran.

Bingqiao, who admired her the most and was desperate, couldn't help but cover her ears.

The sound of her mother's piano is too ugly for Mrs.

The tyrant on the bed could not move, but he was also unable to bear the humiliation, and shouted loudly: "Bingqiao, quickly stuff my ears with cotton, quickly...... Hurry up ......"

It seemed that if he was a second late, he would be accepted by Yun Mumu's magical powers.

"Oh, oh......" Bingqiao ordered like pounding garlic, and then found cotton for Duan Yixi in the main hall.

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