Qingluo Jinghe

Chapter 177 Listening to the song, leisurely tea in the daytime in exchange for cold night ([-])
Seeing Ming An coming to his side, Meng Mingji dodged out of the way, and he didn't know where he went because of the cover of the crowd.

"It's clear that they were still there just now, but they disappeared in an instant!" Wangji Ming'an managed to pass through the crowd, but she didn't expect that with such a twist of her face, such a large living person seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Ming An has always been very sensitive to the attitude of others: "One or two avoid me, what does that word mean... avoid like snakes and scorpions?"

Ming An Wang Ji is innocent, so she may not be able to hear the implication, but whenever the attention of others is not on her, Ming An can easily feel it.

Sitting upstairs, Qing Luo saw everything clearly, and then realized that Meng Mingji's trip had a clear purpose, and he definitely didn't want to be disturbed by Ming An.Therefore, Qing Luo can understand Meng Mingji's actions.

They all arrived at the bottom of the opera building, and Ming An didn't intend to just go back. He took the money in his hand and invited a singing girl to come to the teahouse, and asked Qing Luo, who was watching on the second floor, to stroke his forehead for a while.

"General Qing, I'm back."

Ming An turned sideways, letting out the singing girl who was holding the piano behind her, "General Qing, look at this beautiful sister."

"It's said that Sister Beauty is the best singer in Jingzhao City!" If you don't know who Ming An is, you'd think it's the singer who sells her own singer in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion. Yes, this beautiful sister can play and sing."

Even when she is free, Qing Luo seldom comes to listen to the music, not to mention that now that her busy feet don't take up much space, it is already difficult to come here for appointments, so how come there are those leisurely songs to listen to?

Ming An is a big idler. He usually hides and writes letters with Li Mu. Apart from being busy with his own sister Jing, it can be said that he has nothing to do. Right now he is in high spirits: "General Qing, if you don't believe me... , You can choose any song you want, and this beautiful sister can sing it if you choose."

"I don't know much about these songs on weekdays, why don't Wang Ji play some of them."

Picking up the teacup, Qing Luo secretly observed the singing girl—there should be nothing abnormal, Ming An is willing to listen, so he can take it as a rest, as long as nothing happens to the left and right, that's fine.

"It's late at night, so Wang Ji just wants to listen to it by herself. There is no rush to listen to the music, there will be opportunities in the future. Today, Wang Ji should go back earlier, so as not to worry Princess Mingjing."

"Okay..." Ming An Wang Ji still felt quite a pity. She finally invited this famous singer, and finally her sister Jing was not around, but she still had to be persuaded to go home early, "Since General Qing If you don't want to order a song, then I will order it at will."

In fact, it is impossible for Ming An to know these well-known ditties in Jingzhao City, and it is naturally impossible for this singer to sing in Xirong. Thinking of this, Ming An also lost interest for a while.

"What are you good at, play and sing with me and listen."

"Wang Ji came from Xirong, so the little girl didn't sing any ditties from Xirong to show her shame."

Qing Luo, who was sitting beside her, did not expect that the singing girl not only recognized Ming An's identity, but also knew Xi Rong's ditties, her heart that had just been let go, couldn't help but hang up.

The manners of these singing girls are definitely not Ming An's kind who can't read other people's colors, and soon discovered Qing Luo's undisguised vigilance, and knew that although the room was filled with money spent by Ming An Wang Ji

"General Qing, don't misunderstand, the little girl just met too many people in the opera building, so she also has the ability that is not considered a skill."

Qing Luo just smiled, noncommittal.This song girl still has no flaws.Even if there was someone behind him, he probably wouldn't stand on the opposite side of the imperial court.

"Since Wang Ji invited the girl to sing, I naturally don't care about it." Out of precaution, Qing Luo lightly touched her waist with her right hand, and then smiled again, "Young lady, don't think that I, an idler, disturb your interest." Yes."

The two stopped talking, the singing girl found a safe place to put the guqin in her hand, and played and sang with Ming An Wangji.

Qing Luo took advantage of this opportunity to take a nap by the window.But he didn't dare to relax a bit - if something happened to Ming An, the relationship between Da Li and Xi Rong would be affected.

"This song is so sluggish, it's not good, sister beauty, how about another one?"

Those who go to listen to Qu'er, what they are looking for is such a gentle, natural and charming style of music.Although this singing girl is still very discerning, she doesn't know Wangji Ming'an's temperament.

A few pieces of music passed by, not to mention that the singing girl was already a little tired, even Ming An was tired from listening, one foot stepped on the chair, and yawned.

"Since Wang Ji is tired, it's better to go back to the residence earlier."

Ming An Wang Ji was still in a daze, and let out a yawn. There was a bit of mist in Xun's eyes, and her usual stupidity was concealed by her cuteness.

Looking back at Qing Luo in a daze, he took a sip of herbal tea, jolted himself up, and woke up: "I'm not sleepy, I finally came out, I don't want to go back so early."

The color of the window edge was reflected on the desk case, just by the shadow of the moon, Qing Luo knew it was getting late.

Just like what Ming An said, the left and right have already come out, so it's all as if they were laying down their lives to accompany the gentleman.

"Forget it, as long as Wang Ji enjoys herself."

But at this moment, why is Ming An still interested in listening to the music?The song just now was melodious and melodious, but it was a sad song, which made Ming An, who was thousands of miles away from his lover, put a bit of sadness on his brows.

Qing Luo leaned on the side, although she could figure it out, it was not easy to get involved in anything, so she just let Ming An go, observing the singing girl with one heart and one mind, thinking about what arrangements she would have for going to the camp in the suburbs of Beijing tomorrow morning ...

"Beautiful sister, maybe teach me how to talk about this piano?" Someone got drunk, maybe it was Xi Rong who mostly had milk tea, and rarely had this pure tea. These two or three cups of bitterness made Ming An a little drunk.

After the little drowsiness was awakened by Qing Luo just now, Ming An was only left with a bit of excitement: "Beauty sister, except for the reception banquet organized by the emperor that day, I have only seen this piano at Brother Bin's place. Woolen cloth……"

"This thing is rare in Xirong."

Seeing that Ming An was a little drunk, the singing girl didn't care about the former's clinging appearance as if suffering from schizophrenia, she just smiled and sighed.

"This is a hook, use the pulp of your middle finger to flick it." Usually, there are many young masters who take this as fun, but now when talking about it with Ming An, the singer is more willing to say, "Don't use your nails, when the time comes, you will be able to chop." , it will hurt for a long time."

Maybe it's because of his thoughts, Ming An learns very quickly, and he can pop up a basic appearance in a short time.

"Wang Ji said that the little girl's qin sound is soft, she presumably has a bold personality, but now she is so sad."

"Little girl dare... Who is Wang Ji missing?"

Ming An lowered his eyes, his hand on the strings trembled, "En."

"It's better for the little girl to teach Wang Ji a song, and when we meet again, Wang Ji can play it for her sweetheart."

When can I go back to Xirong and see you again?Ming An didn't know, but still silently nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, sister beauty."

The song played again, and no one in the compartment sighed that the sound of the piano was overwhelmed.

(End of this chapter)