Shuyi looked at Huaxin holding Qing Jiuying's hand, took two steps forward, separated Huaxin from Qing Jiuying, and before Huaxin opened her mouth to complain, she looked at the prescription in her hand, and changed the topic, "What is the princess holding in her hand?"

"Huh?" Huaxin was startled, casually threw the prescription into the charcoal basin on the side, and smiled calmly, "When I am bored, I write two words idly, which is unsightly." ”

** A naked lie, Shuyi didn't plan to puncture it, and asked her gently, "Since the princess is bored, why don't you teach you to practice calligraphy?"

Huaxin shook her head, she was not interested in practicing calligraphy, pointed at Qing Jiuying and smiled, "Xiao Jiu is back, why don't you let him sing a few twists for me to relieve my boredom." ”

"Then you can sing well for your master, this king has nothing to do today, and I happen to accompany her to listen to it." Shu Yi turned to look at Qing Jiuying's face and instantly turned cold.

Painting the heart is both interested in listening. Shuyi also opened his mouth, and Qing Jiuying didn't dare not sing. A group of people sat in a row in the courtyard and listened to the play with the painting.

"Just sit and sing, it's slippery, and you're going to fall down in a while. Huaxin handed the half bowl of medicinal soup that was cold in his hand to the dumb doctor, and saw that Qing Jiuying's figure was thin and thin as a green bamboo, so he couldn't help but understand.

"It's still the master who feels sorry for Xiao Jiu. "Qing Jiuying is coquettish when she gains power.

Huaxin looked at him with doting eyes, "Just sing the part you sang on stage the day I first met you, I remember that song is very good, and I entered the Tang dance song because of your voice that day." ”

Qing Jiuying hesitated for a moment. Rejected with an embarrassed face, "Master, that song is not suitable for cappella......"

"It doesn't matter. With a flick of her sleeves, Jiufeng Chaoming was on her knees, she plucked the strings, and laughed softly, "Shi Niang will personally accompany you today." ”

Qing Jiuying was flattered and looked at Huaxin in a daze, Yu Xi glared at him angrily, "Are you singing or not singing?" My sister's piano skills are unique in the Six Realms, even if you want to listen to it once, it is really cheap for you to deign to accompany you today." ”

"Yu Xi, this seat has always acted only on the mood and not at people, in this heaven and earth, who can be qualified to judge the noble and low in front of this seat? Whether it is the emperor of heaven or the son, they are just the people who submit to the foot of this seat. Thinking of Jun Yin, his tone was cold, "Now this seat only knows, whoever is good to this seat, this seat is good to whom. When Wanfu pointed out that day, only Xiao Jiu dared to speak for this seat, and when Wanjian was added that day, only Xiao Jiu was willing to sacrifice his life to protect him, don't say that this seat caresses the piano for him, no matter what he wants, this seat will give it to him. ”

The meaning of Huaxin's protection of Qing Jiuying is self-evident, and the nostalgia for the suffering that day is also obvious.

Yu Xi felt guilty in her heart, and immediately shook her hand to explain, "Sister, it wasn't that I didn't come to save my sister that day, and I didn't know what was going on, I fell asleep for three days and three nights for some reason, and when I woke up, I heard that my sister ran away with that pretty monk......"

"Okay, okay, I don't blame you. Huaxin interrupted her with a wry smile, since it was everything that Jun Yin had arranged, it was useless for her to come over that day, not to mention that Jun Yin would not give her a chance to come over at all.

The most self-reproachful for that incident is naturally Shuyi, although he doesn't like Qing Jiuying, but he also misses Qing Jiuying's loyalty to the painting, and smiled at him with a rare expression, "Let's start singing, this king also wants to hear the sound of the princess's piano." ”

With a smile, he plucked the strings with his head down, and the piano sounded in a curling tone. Qing Jiuying's face turned pale, and he immediately covered it with his sleeves, babbling and the sound of the piano.

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