There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 213 Blood-stained Golden Temple (1)
"What did you invite him to Qinxiang Pavilion?" Yang Churuo asked.

Doesn't she know that if something wrong is found out, not only she will suffer, but Qiao Shuqi will undoubtedly suffer too?

"Then why? Of course it's for Sister Qiao. Sister Qiao suffers from lovesickness every day. As a younger sister, how can I not help her, so I invite him here. Don't worry, he won't Some people doubt it, because the concubines in the harem like to listen to him playing the piano. Recently, bad people have asked him to play music, even Concubine Xian and Concubine Rong have participated. If it is really found out, it will not be so easy about it." Gong Yuxiu embraced Qiao Shuqi and Yang Churuo, whispered into their ears, with a full smile on her face.

Although her voice is small, it can still be heard faintly for those who have learned martial arts, especially Ye Hong.

Hong Ling frowned, feeling extremely displeased.

Even if you really want to help Qiao Shuqi, then it is enough to invite people to Shuqi Palace, why invite them to Qinxiang Pavilion, the empress has enough things to do, and she is doing everything in the palace, it is good for her to give such a big trouble to her. Please come in.If it is discovered, I am afraid that the empress is justified and I will not be able to tell. Isn't this harming the empress?

"Ahem, Master Yeqin, I heard that the piece you play is very nice, can you play a piece for us?" Gong Yuxiu raised her voice.

"Yes." Ye Hongqing just nodded calmly, stretched out his hand to untie the Moqin behind his back, sat on the floor, and put the Moqin on the floor.

"You all step back, we, Qiao Meiren and Su Guiren, want to listen to the music played by Master Ye Qin, and don't want people to disturb you." Gong Yuxiu ordered again.

Yang Churuo stretched out his hand to stop him, but Gong Yuxiu had already spoken, so he had to.

It's just that there is inevitably some worry in my heart.

It was inappropriate to invite the luthier over here, but now they are abandoning everyone. People who don't know think they are trying to do something shameful.

"Niang Niang." Hong Ling also seemed to feel something was wrong, stepped forward and asked.

"You can just wait on the side. Men and women can't kiss each other. I'm a concubine in the harem. In order to avoid being gossiped, you go outside my bedroom and move the screen over to block it." Yang Churuo ordered lightly, and ordered others Serve tea to Ye Hong.

Gong Yuxiu raised her eyebrows and looked at Yang Churuo. Seeing the look in Yang Churuo's eyes, she curled her lips and nodded.

She didn't think too much about it. After all, there were three concubines, not just one. If people found out, nothing would happen to her, but it was a good thing to have servants guarding her side.

However, in this way, how could elder sister Qiao talk to him?
This is not...

Qiao Shuqi clenched his palms tightly, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, he was at a loss, he didn't know what he was thinking at all, and vaguely, he seemed to be able to feel that familiar sight falling on her body from time to time, making her Even more at a loss, but had to put on a calm appearance.

It wasn't until the screen was in the middle, completely isolating their expressions, that Qiao Shuqi got a little better.The people outside the screen cannot see the people inside the screen, but the people inside the screen can clearly see the people outside the screen.

Yang Churuo was afraid that Qiao Shuqi's emotions would be revealed, so he just asked everyone to wait outside the screen.

"At the banquet that day, Master Yeqin performed a startling song, which opened Suqin's horizons. Without Master Yeqin, I'm afraid... Suqin would not be able to complete the dance." Yang Churuo's clear and melodious voice sounded slowly, refreshing, People can't help but want to listen to a few more words.

"Your Majesty has praised you, but Ye Hong is ashamed. It's because your Majesty dances well." Ye Hong said calmly, with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes, as if all his attention was on the strings.

(End of this chapter)