The businesswoman counterattack: the prince is obediently pressed by me

Chapter 149 Watching and Reflecting (2)

Vortex Pavilion.

Shi Tan sat on the chair with his legs crossed and his chin propped up.The eyelashes are slender, and the eyes are shaped like peach blossoms. There seems to be all kinds of affection in the eyes, full of spring water.The corners of the mouth were turned up, and the thin lips parted slightly, wanting to say nothing.

"Mom." Fengzi said hesitantly, holding the guzheng in his arms.

"What?" Shi Tan looked up at her, "You were too timid to go out to compete just now?"

"No." Fengzi exhaled, "I'm just flustered, afraid that I'll lose the first battle just like Yueying."

"Useless things." Shi Tan snorted coldly, "How did I teach you, you just do what you want to do, why don't you care about those things early?"

"Yes, I understand." Feng Zi hugged the guzheng a little tighter.

"Fengzi, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose a game, what matters is who you compare with. You see, Yueying took advantage of the east wind that night, and now everyone knows that Yueying is no worse than Xueqin from Le Liulou. Countless people Now I run to Yueyu Pavilion every night." Shi Tan couldn't help nagging, "So it doesn't matter if you lose, it's still popular."

Feng Zi's eyes were blurred, and he nodded with a vague understanding.

"The night has come." Shi Tan glanced at the night outside, "Hold your dinner guy, we should go out."

Joan House.

A few ink lotuses were outlined on the black clothes, faintly under the shining light, the long black hair was casually tied up with a white ribbon, and swayed on the back by the wind.

Sitting there was a man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, but with a somewhat sick complexion, his brows were deeply wrinkled, staring at the tea on the table in a daze.

"Master Qian." The two women said in unison.

"Huh?" He hummed lightly.

"It's time, please move." Chang Xi held a flute in his hand and said arrogantly.

Qian Shanshe looked out the window, a few sparse stars hung high in the sky, and the moon shuttled through the clouds and mist, all kinds of hazy.

"The night is cool, Mr. Qian should put on the fox fur." ​​With a flute pinned to her waist and a fox fur in her hand, Yueyao stepped forward to put on the fur for Qian Shanshe who stood up.

Qian Shanshe touched his shoulder, and his palm felt warm, "The night is indeed a bit cold."

"Let's go, it doesn't matter what the result is, as long as you work hard."

Yueyao and Chang Xi stood around Qian Shanshe, supporting him respectively.

Shang Yan dragged the reluctant Qing Di into the crowd, rushed to the front, and stood only two steps away from the front of the stage.

Standing still, Qing Di couldn't help complaining about Shang Mian, "You look like a girl, don't you know whether a man and a woman can kiss or not?" Pull off the collar.

Shang Yan stuck out his tongue and looked at him provocatively, "Compared to you, I am the man, and you are the girl."

"Hmph." Qing Di couldn't speak to her, and turned his head to look at the stage angrily.

If it wasn't for the beef, why would I watch these things with you now?

Shang Yan smiled triumphantly, and hooked Qing Di's shoulder, "Hey, Qing Di, why do you say that you are a big man who cares about everything like those girls, but I still pretend to be angry."

"Shang Yan, pay attention to your hands, be careful that your Yun'er sees it, and let you kneel on the floor when you go back." Qing Di ignored what she said, and directly dragged Yun Zimo out to talk about Shang Jian.

Shang Yan withdrew his hand with a sneer, "Don't intervene, we are still good friends if you don't tell Yun'er."

"Who is your good friend, don't talk nonsense, I, Qing Di, may not have a friend like you." Qing Di folded his arms and looked at her.

"What's wrong with me? I came out to open a brothel to make money when I was young, what? You still despise me? Qingdi, let me tell you, you should be proud of me. How many of your friends are like me? That’s how he came out to do big things at such a young age.”

Qing Di gave her another blank look, chose to ignore her, and turned to look at the center of the stage, "The competition has started, don't talk."

Shang Bian also turned his head to look at the center of the stage, his eyes also became serious.

　It's late, everyone, good night, remember to dream about me!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)