An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 340 It's over, my image (2)

After Wu Erlang clicked the Jiegu, it was Xie Yinger who played the pipa.

Xie Yinger not only knows guzheng, but also pipa.

The pipa in Xie Yinger's hand is just like the pipa in Wang Zhaojun's hand. She is skillful in technique, pressing, leading, shaking, and swaying freely. The notes played are smooth, crisp, lively, lively, and cheerful. The sound effect is " The big strings are like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The strings are mixed and played, and the big and small beads fall on the jade plate."

Xie Ying'er looks good, she is a big beauty, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, with big eyes, small mouth, snowy skin, and picturesque features.The most rare thing is that Xie Ying'er has a good temperament, graceful and luxurious, her eyes are calm and relieved, her demeanor is calm and generous, and there is a woman's unique gentleness, tolerance and kindness everywhere.

I sighed, why should I compare with others?
Because I was in a low mood, I drank a lot of wine, and when I drank too much, I became a little drunk.

Xie Ying'er finished a piece of pipa, and it was Li Ping'er who danced.

Li Ping'er's attire is as unique as ever: a pink long skirt with a bell ring, plus grass green tulle, and a pair of red wooden dancing shoes under her feet, making her even more pretty, glamorous, seductive and sexy.

Amid the melodious music, Li Ping'er danced lightly. Her soft dancing posture and light dancing posture were like floating clouds in the sky, or like water splashing on the clear sky. Qi are intertwined together, sending out beautiful, sweet and unique music, with a special charm.

I glanced over by accident, and saw Wu Erlang's eyes fixed on Li Ping'er, there was something very special and strange in his eyes, and the dancing Li Ping'er, her charming pair of eyes From time to time, the eyes would fall on Wu Erlang's body, like anger, ignorance, resentment, love, love, helplessness - I don't know if it is the expression of true feelings, or the artistic conception in the dance music?

I raised my head and drank the wine in the glass.

I sat next to Wu Dalang, probably because it was too close, Wu Dalang didn't watch Li Ping'er dance, he only watched me drinking - in fact, what's so interesting about me drinking?I ignored him, poured the wine on my own again, raised my head again, and gulped down the wine in the glass.

Wu Dalang finally couldn't take it anymore, he lowered his face and said in a low voice, "Pan Jinlian—"

(End of this chapter)