My host is a playboy

Chapter 230
Qing Yan, count yourself as cruel.

Nan Xian looked at Qing Yan resentfully, his face was full of gloom.

Yun Qing also saw Nan Xian's figure, raised her eyebrows, and looked indifferent.

It's still a bit self-aware, and won't come up to find a sense of existence by itself.

Nan Xian was about to explode with anger, but the reason for his anger was strange.

People don't need your gifts, and you never said before that you want to give them. If someone accepts something from someone else, and that thing happens to be the same as you, you feel that he has betrayed you.

It's really funny as hell.

Coincidentally, what Qiuya expected yesterday happened again today.

It's a pity that although Qiuya is still very happy today, she is not as happy as yesterday.

"Senior Brother Nanxian..." Qiu Ya's voice is very hoarse now, the words "Senior Brother Nanxian" make my throat sore, and it sounds like a knife is being cut through glass, which makes people get goosebumps.

Nan Xian was very annoyed at the moment, and when Qiu Ya called her in such a voice again, he couldn't help being shocked.

The honey water in his hand was passed over directly.

"Give you."

After saying this, he left.

Only Qiu Ya was left alone holding the cup table, bringing some warm honey water, and moved alone.

In fact, where does Nanxian have any caring thoughts?It's just that I can't go up or down with a suffocated breath in my heart.

And just happened to be disgusted by Qiu Ya twice, and I couldn't help feeling a little revenge in my heart.

And he knew that Qiu Ya was infatuated with him, even if Qiu Ya's voice became hoarse, Qiu Ya would not suspect him.

After all, that cup of honey water is just loving care.



Farewell My Concubine has already begun.

The audience in the audience are all attentively watching this classic piece.

Those who watched a movie more than ten years ago even compared the present with the one more than ten years ago.

It's just that there is still nothing to be seen in the foreplay, and there is no comparison.

It wasn't until Qing Yan and Yun Qing made their appearance that they stunned everyone below as soon as they opened their voices.

Some people had a bit of slander in their hearts, but after hearing Qing Yan and Yun Qing sing, they couldn't even slander at all.

There is no other reason. Ordinary people can be picky, but are these two ordinary people?
This fairy voice.

At this moment, the drama on stage is also reaching its climax.

"Concubine! Enemy soldiers are attacking from all directions, hurry up and break out of the encirclement with Gu." Although Qing Yan looked young, she sang this libretto very sophisticatedly. "

"Oh, my lord! I am willing to implicate my lord. If there is any disadvantage in sending troops this time, I will retreat to Jiangdong, and then plan to raise it later. I wish to use the sword in my lord's waist, before I slay my lord, so as not to miss me!"

Yun Qing's voice was slightly sad, but also tactful and affectionate, as if she was not talking about her own suicide, as indifferent as a chrysanthemum.

"This... Concubine, you... can't commit such short-sightedness." The Overlord played by Qing Yan turned pale with shock.

"Ah! Your Majesty! The Han soldiers are already on the ground, and there are singing songs on all sides. The king is exhausted, and the concubine has nothing to do with it!" But Yu Ji had made up her mind, and what she said made people feel heartbroken.

As the story progresses.

A cold light flashed, and the sword energy was cold.

"Bang Dang", the sword fell to the ground.

Amidst the panic on the overlord's face, a stunning woman killed herself with a smile. Her life was like the blood flowing from her neck, passing by little by little.

But she herself didn't have the slightest regret, she still had a soft smile on her face, and she died generously like this.

Because she knows that she is a woman, and in this world, if a woman is not protected by someone, it will be very difficult for a woman to live.

But she didn't want to be a burden to the king, so she chose to kill herself, whether it was for herself or for her king.

……

The play is over.

But this shocking feeling will remain in the hearts of the spectators forever.

　Pay tribute to the heroes and mourn the dead.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)