Chapter 12: Got a needle in your ass?

It's just that he is not too willing to lose it.

He chuckled and said, "Okay, the minister will deal with it for His Highness." ”

Meng Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Yesterday's incident was not very glorious, but after that, it was over, Xiao Yan should not mention it again in the future.

Xiao Yan glanced at the food placed on the table, his eyes were full of helplessness and pampering.

"So, Your Highness, can you start learning the piano?"

Meng Qing knew that it would be impossible to escape!

She immediately followed the deflated ball, wilting pitifully.

"Let's learn......"

Yunhe brought the piano and placed it on the table on the other side, and Meng Qing was about to get up and sit down.

Who knew that Xiao Yan grabbed her arm and clamped it tightly to her side.

He said softly: "One-on-one, you can understand." ”

“?”

One?

Isn't it also one-on-one when she sits in the lower seat? What's the difference?

Xiao Yan pushed the fruit plate and tea aside, and the spare space on the table was used to put his guqin.

You must know that Xiao Yan is a particular person, and the piano he chooses is also very particular, and he will definitely not be able to find a second one in this jade capital.

His voice was low, "Playing the piano, the first thing you need to know is to wipe, pick, hook, and tick, I think Your Highness should know how to do it, right?" ”

Meng Qing pursed her lips, "Yes." ”

No matter how you look, she doesn't know how to look like it.

So, Xiao Yan tutored her one-on-one again, thinking that she understood, so he planned to let her play it.

Meng Qing wanted to cry without tears.

There are many ways to humiliate people, why did Xiao Yan choose this one?

She put her hand on the strings aggrievedly and played the simplest tune according to what Xiao Yan just said.

Who knew that she couldn't hear the melody of this song, but Xiao Yan could hear it clearly, sitting next to Meng Qing, her face couldn't be darker.

Why is this girl so good-looking, but she plays the piano so unpleasantly?

No matter how beautiful this hand is, no matter how tender and white, now that I look at it, it is also a useless chicken paw!

"That's enough."

Xiao Yan spoke, and the little girl didn't dare to continue playing.

She glanced at him waryly.

"Taifu...... I'm so bad......"

The girl's voice was soft and weak, delicate and timid, but for some reason, Xiao Yan felt that she was hiding three seductive words.

His mind was messy, "Don't be in a hurry to deny yourself, maybe this piano is not good, so you can't get used to playing." ”

It's obviously a bad person, but it's a bad way to blame the piano?

Meng Qing couldn't help but laugh in her heart, she was as smart as Xiao Yan, and she still couldn't pass the beauty pass.

Even if she wanted to laugh at him, she still pretended to be pitiful and pitiful on her face.

She pursed her lips, "Taifu, or you won't learn it, anyway, Qingqing won't be able to learn it......"

Xiao Yan closed his eyes, "It's okay, the minister was entrusted by the emperor to teach the emperor, how can he deny the emperor's talent because of a piano?" The minister thought, His Royal Highness the Emperor is still not playing satisfactorily, it should be that your potential has not been stimulated. ”

“……”

What would you say if you say something grandiose?

It's better to say than to sing.

"That'...... So what to do......"

She looked innocently at the man in front of her with a pair of burning willow eyes, and the tip of her tongue poked out slightly, revealing a little scarlet.

Xiao Yan stared at her full and round cherry lips, especially the scarlet tip of her tongue.

Suddenly, for a moment, he wanted to repeat what had happened yesterday and get involved with her again......

He took a deep breath, his palm wrapping around the back of her shoulder, covering her sleek palm, controlling her.

The man's hot breath penetrated into the girl's clothes from time to time, causing her to itch and writhe.

When she writhed, Xiao Yan was also uncomfortable.

"What to do? Got a needle in your ass? ”

As soon as these words came out, Meng Qing became even more shy.

"No, no ......"

She didn't dare to speak, because she was afraid of him in her previous life, Meng Qing sat down in an instant, and didn't dare to make a mistake.

Xiao Yan held her in the warm palm of her hand, and played it gently on the strings, with the guidance of a famous teacher, the music played was indeed a few points better.

It's just that the two of them are too close to each other......

His chest was pressed against her, and occasionally she could feel the hard abs behind his clothes, which hurt her spine.

She felt a little uncomfortable and said, "Taifu......"

"Shut up."

"Oh......"

There was magnolia incense burning in the Qingluan Palace, but when he approached Meng Qing, what he smelled was a faint hibiscus fragrance, and when he smelled it on the tip of his nose, he felt sweet.

The song is over.

Meng Qing finally relaxed, and his ass quietly shifted his position, distancing himself from Xiao Yan.

"Your Highness's qualifications are acceptable, as long as you practice more, I believe you will succeed in the future."

“……”

What will make a difference?

What does she play the piano for? Fight for the throne? If you can't get the throne by playing the piano, why should you learn it?

With this time, she might as well read more "The Art of War", "Thirty-six Strategies" and "The Book of Shang Jun"!

When she succeeds to the throne and has her own power, she will destroy all the pianos in the Chu State! Then send Xiao Yan into the dungeon and let him play the piano every day! Shoot him!

"Thank you, too."

She doesn't smile and is very hypocritical!

With that, she put her hand on the strings again and began to play.

And Xiao Yan took out a blue book from his sleeve and looked left and right.

He read with great care, and even the sound of her piano did not disturb her in the slightest.

Time passed little by little, and after about an hour, Meng Qing finally couldn't practice anymore, he was sleepy, and he was drowsy in front of the desk.

Obviously his hand was on the piano, but his head was getting heavier and heavier, as if he would be smashed on the piano the next moment.

Xiao Yan noticed her, the little head was groggy, she didn't know what she was doing, her fingers flicked slowly, but the song that played was intermittent.

"Your Highness?"

He shook Meng Qing.

Meng Qing trembled, his eyes opened suddenly, and his eyes were sleepy.

"Too ...... Taifu ......"

The girl's voice is as small as a firefly.

Xiao Yan looked at her snooze, took a deep breath, and only practiced for an hour, why was she trapped like this?

"Since His Highness is sleepy, then go and rest, the minister has retired."

"Really?"

Meng Qing was immediately overjoyed.

Damn Xiao Yan is finally leaving!

"Hmm."

She was as happy as a magpie in a tree, chirping.

"Then the Taifu should go back to the dormitory earlier, I won't send the Taifu!"

“……”

And voila! And voila!

An hour ago, I was very attentive, but now it's good! Use it up and throw it away!

Xiao Yan silently put the piano into the cover, tied a knot, hugged it, and withdrew directly.

The back is bleak and lonely.

Meng Qing couldn't help but feel distressed.

Wait, what is she distressed about? It was he who was asking for his own hardships, and he wanted to open a small stove for her to make up for the lesson, so why was he so distressed?

As soon as Xiao Yan left, she couldn't help it, climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep.

……

For several days, Xiao Yan came to guide her to practice day and night, and finally made some progress.

As soon as Xiao Yan left today, Liang Yinqiu came to visit late at night.

"Your Highness, the results of the investigation by my subordinates have been obtained."

Liang Yinqiu stood in the center of the hall, wearing a heroic armor, and presenting a letter in his calloused hand.

Yunhe took it from him and presented it to Meng Qing.

She tore it open and scrutinized it.

The girl's long eyelashes flutter gently like a butterfly fluttering in the air.