I heard that Moe is going to run away again

Chapter 229 The slave doesn't know the rhythm
Unexpectedly, the holy emperor would also like such flattering people.

After admiring the scenery on the third floor, it was a bit cold after all, so Di Wugou went downstairs, followed by all the concubines.

In the hall on the first floor, I ate some desserts and fruits after dinner, and enjoyed a while of singing and dancing. The queen mother has the habit of taking a nap, and she got up and said: "The Ai family is old and a little tired. You young people have fun together, and the Ai family will go back first." The palace is resting. Concubine Li, you are pregnant, so go back together."

Concubine Li Gui wanted to show off more, but the queen mother asked her to go back, so she reluctantly followed her.

A group of people sent the queen mother off respectfully.

The queen mother is not here, but the emperor is.Everyone was not at ease.

Mo Yingying was not reconciled to being disturbed by Xiao Huozi's taste of the guzheng she performed before, so she got up and said, "Your Majesty, my servant is willing to play a piece for fun."

Di Wugou nodded slightly, and Mo Yingying sat in front of the guzheng.

Di Wugou seemed a little tired, so he asked the eunuchs to carry a couch for concubines, and reclined on it.

In order to be able to go out for a visit in a micro-clothes with her, Huoxue hastily and courteously went over to beat her legs and shoulders.

Everyone finally understood the reason why the emperor doted on her. This little fool was so thick-skinned that she tried to flatter the emperor in front of so many people. Such flattery was rare in the palace.

There are also many flatterers in the palace, but how can they show such nakedness in front of people.

Mo Yingying didn't care about these things, she restrained her mind, devoted herself wholeheartedly, and played a piece of Gaoshan Liushui seriously.

Concubine De listened, secretly comparing with her own playing, Mo Yingying was indeed better.After all, Mo Yingying was raised since she was a child, and she is the daughter of an imperial doctor, she only dabbled in it when she was young.It wasn't until after entering the palace that he learned that the emperor liked to listen to guzhengs, so he studied hard.

Look at the emperor, propping his head on his right hand, leaning lightly on the couch, with his eyes closed.

After Mo Yingying finished playing the last note, she stood up in satisfaction and said softly, "Your Majesty, my servant has made a fool of herself."

But got no response.

Looking up, I saw that Xiao Huozi had stopped kneading at some point, and stood quietly aside, Di Wugou seemed to be asleep...

Fell asleep……

She played the piano, he fell asleep...

explain what...

Mo Yingying's expression was a little ugly.

But the emperor is sleeping, who dares to scream.

Mo Yingying just stood awkwardly, neither leaving nor staying.Gouging out her eyes fiercely to Huo Xue, she blamed her for giving the emperor a massage while she was playing the piano.

Every time it's a good thing for her to spoil her.

Huoxue looked back at her innocently, not afraid of the sternness in her eyes.

The scene became silent for a moment, the emperor was sleeping, and no one dared to make a sound.

Fortunately, Di Wugou slept with his head propped up on his right hand, and after not sleeping for a long time, he shook himself awake.

The sleepy eyes were hazy for a moment, and then they were replaced by the usual coldness.Di Wugou sat upright, without looking at Mo Yingying who was still standing in front of the guzheng.

Because Mo Yingying glared at her, Huo Xue didn't seem to notice.

Wang An reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Miss Mo has finished playing."

Di Wugou asked: "Is it over? Does it sound good?"

Wang An said with a flattering smile, "Go back to the emperor, that sounds good."

But Di Wugou looked at Huoxue, Huoxue hurriedly replied: "Your Majesty, I don't know the rhythm." Don't want her to say it nicely.

Di Wugou said proudly: "The sound of real music can make the plower forget his plow, and the hoe forget his hoe. Music is not only for those who understand the rhythm, then it loses its meaning. I return to Qiankun Palace , and dealing with political affairs. Concubine Jing—”

(End of this chapter)