The businesswoman counterattack: the prince is obediently pressed by me

Chapter 145 The first round of competition (7)

The body is like a thin shadow, and the eyebrows are like light ice.

Apart from these eight characters, Shang Jian couldn't find any other words to describe her.

Moon Shadow, as the name suggests, is as bright and clear as the moon, and it seems that the moon only appears and disappears in the dark night, as light as a shadow.

No wonder that Ling Yue didn't even give her a look when she died. If she had such an oiran, she would be reluctant to bring her out.She is too pale, afraid that she will disappear as soon as she is illuminated by the sun and lights.

Moon Shadow held a white jade flute in her hand, with a hand-woven tassel tied to the end of the flute.She was dressed in a simple white gauze dress, like a misty fairy suddenly falling into the world of mortals.

The one who was shouting for Xueqin to play another song a moment ago, now holds her breath and looks at Yueying on the stage, expecting her to play a song in her heart.

"Woo".

The sound of the tune rose, taking them back to the time when they were about to return home after the battle was won.

The cheers of victory lingered on the grass for a long time, the blood on his face hadn't dried up, and his hands were all stained with mud mixed with blood.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of rotting corpses blows in gusts of wind.

After many days of tense spirit, he instantly relaxed in the victory at this moment, shouting to the sky and crying to the ground.

This is the last battle, this is their last battle, which means they are going home.

How are the relatives at home?Does the family think about when he will return home every day?Is the family still as good as before?

One question after another, biting his pale lower lip.He was afraid that on the day he returned home, he would find that the home had already changed, and it was no longer as warm as before.

On the way home, although I was worried, I couldn't help but be excited.Home, the place where he worked hard to survive one battle after another, and the reason why he wiped his swords and guns every day to go into battle to kill the enemy.

He is finally back.

Pushing open the door, the old mother was still sitting in the yard making clothes for him as before.Hearing the sound of pushing the door, she raised her head and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Son?" the old mother asked hesitantly.

"Mother." He fell to his knees with a plop, "My son is not filial. I haven't been able to serve you for many years, and I am only able to return home today."

The old mother wiped her tears, but she couldn't finish it.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back." The old mother tremblingly came to the door, passed him who was kneeling on the ground, and went straight to pick up the box on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

It was the box containing his bones.

He was already dead on the battlefield, but in order to go home, he crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and returned home as a lonely soul.

The listener still couldn't wake up from the fact, but a dream made people cry.

Yueying's voice was not sharp like a woman's, but a hoarse voice, "Yueying is not good at learning, all guests, please forgive me."

Xueqin clenched her fists, she thought she was sure to win, but she didn't expect that Yueying was no match for her.

"Good song." Shang Yan clapped his hands, "Boss Ling, the oiran of Yueyu Pavilion is really not ordinary."

Ling Yue laughed loudly, "My family, Yue Ying, is not good at learning and art, and I can't afford Boss Shang's praise."

The corner of Shang Jian's mouth curled slightly, "Boss Ling, Miss Yueying, in terms of learning skills, it's because my Xueqin is not good at learning skills, and the artistic conception of the music is not as good as Yueying."

It was the first time for Ling Yue to see such a straightforward woman, she couldn't help being a little impressed.

"Boss Shang, the results haven't come out yet, so what's the point of saying more now." Ling Yue didn't want to continue talking nonsense with Shang Yan.

Shang Yan looked relaxed, but in fact he was still a little nervous.

You won't lose the first round tonight, will you?
　The first round is almost over.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)