Are you serious, Lord?

That's someone who even you dare to go on, where do I dare to chase her?

"Lord, you can give her a face, meet her!"

Fu Hanxiu was unmoved.

Stygian Wind made persistent efforts, "Lord, if you don't go to see her, she will run this way in three days." Maybe you saw her today, and she won't be back for a while!"

Only then did Fu Hanxiu lift his eyelids and give him a look at the Stygian Wind.

**

After shopping around the places that could be visited in the western suburbs, Ye Qingchen finally sat down by a pond full of peach blossoms.

She propped her chin and looked ahead, the blue waves were rippling, the willows were dancing lightly in the wind, and the breeze was warm but not dry.

The picture is very beautiful, the artistic conception is very sufficient, Ye Qingchen's heart moved, and he suddenly wanted to play the piano. So the body moved with his heart, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the beautiful and simple body of the Longyuan guqin appeared in front of him.

The slender and white fingers rested on the strings, and with a slight pluck, the melodious sound of the piano flowed out from her fingertips, melodious, and the wind went straight up, spreading to every corner of the western suburbs.

The tone of her piano is cheerful, like the cool breeze of early summer, with a calming magic.

In all corners of the western suburbs, there are many hidden guards, they listen to Ye Qingchen's songs, and there are emotional fluctuations in the eyes of Gu Jing without waves.

As soon as Fu Hanxiu stepped into the courtyard, he heard a melodious piano sound, and he suddenly paused and did not continue to move forward.

The cool light of her eyes fell on the side face of the white-clothed girl by the pond.

At this time, it is early summer, but the peach blossoms on the opposite pond are still in full bloom. Accompanied by one note, petals fell one after another, falling on the clear water, rippling and intertwining ripples.

Peach blossoms, pond water, beauty.

This situation and this scene are as beautiful as a picture.

Accompanied by a high-pitched piano sound, the cheerful artistic conception suddenly changed, as if the burning flame met the flammable firewood, and it burned all at once.

The girl's slender fingers on the strings, like flying and dancing, gradually bring people into another artistic conception...

Listen to it.,The style of painting has changed.。。。

This piano sound tells a shocking story of a woman chasing a man...

As for, the content ... Don't mention it!

The wind slowly stretched out one, and slapped it lightly on his face, unable to bear to look at it directly.

I don't know whether to gloat or mutter: their great lord seems to be offended again...

Ye Qingchen naturally felt the aura at the door, she glanced back, and the corners of her lips hooked a smile, evil and bad.

At this time, she suddenly felt a dangerous breath approaching, she immediately made a decision, stretched out to the ground and slapped it, and the whole person held the guqin, and rose in the air in an instant. Where she had been sitting, an attack had blasted out a pit a few feet deep.

Ye Qingchen floated to the ground, glanced at the still smoking pit, and sighed lightly, "Don't you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

After that, in the white eyes of the stygian wind, he added, "People are weak women. ”

Stygian: "......" is really something I've never seen such a 'weak' woman in my life!

"In the future, you will no longer be my slave, and don't come to the Western Suburbs Courtyard again!"

Fu Hanxiu looked at Ye Qingchen expressionlessly. The girl's body is weak and boneless, slender and graceful, holding a guqin, and the curvature of the corners of her lips is evil.

His heart seemed to be beating again, and he looked away without a trace.

Don't let her be a slave anymore?

He was the one who made her a slave, and he was the one who fired her.

chuckled in her heart, thinking to herself, the more this person wanted to get rid of herself, the more she would not fulfill his wish.

"Oh, don't let me be a slave, are you going to make me the mistress of the night?"

Fu Hanxiu: "......"

Stygian: "......"

Mistress of the Night?

Who gave her confidence?

Fu Hanxiu snorted coldly, "Don't even think about it!"

Is it?

Ye Qingchen's thin eyebrows were raised, and the smile on his lips became brighter.

At this time, she was facing the sun, and her body was plated with shallow golden rays, like a fairy who confused the world.

"The hostess's business, not in a hurry, as for now... She paced in front of Fu Hanxiu, looked up at him, her red lips opened lightly, with charm, "Sleep?"

Sleep?

Stygian Wind was dumbfounded, thinking that he might not have seen anything in the big world. Otherwise, why can Ye Qingchen's words stimulate his head?

Sleep?

Fu Hanxiu savored these two words carefully, and didn't seem to notice that his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"Are you all bored?" he said indifferently, as if Ye Qingchen's words could not stimulate him at all.

"That's it... Ye Qingchen nodded clearly, a touch of pity appeared on his face, "Since that's the case, then next time?"