Beauty is poisonous: Wang Ye's doting is too sultry

Chapter 229, The Swordsman

"Swordsman..." Ling Mufeng murmured to himself, then smiled freely and said, "What a Xiaoao Jianghu, do you want to hear it? Go get Master Qin to join us!"

"Hmm..." Bai Ying nodded, and after thinking about it, she said suspiciously: "Are you getting along? The piano and flute ensemble is connected with each other, and you and Yi Qing are not right..."

Ling Mufeng interrupted her and said, "Shut up!" He stood up abruptly, raised his eyes to glance at Yi Qing, then lowered his head to stare at Bai Ying, and said arrogantly: "Tell him, As long as he dares, I will accompany you!" After saying that, he turned and left.

The corner of Bai Ying's mouth twitched, and then she looked at Yi Qing, tapping her finger on the table one after another.

After the sound fell, Yi Qing turned around and frowned and asked her, "What were you mumbling about just now?"

Bai Ying hoarsely said: "Ling Mufeng asked me to tell you if I dare to play the piano with him?"

"Cut!" Yi Qing said arrogantly, "Why would I not dare?" After saying that, he hugged Xiao and leaned against the log, waiting for Ling Mufeng to come.

The maid brought a pot of hot water and replaced the lukewarm one. Bai Ying poured a glass of water, and after taking a sip, she felt a lot more comfortable in her throat.

After a while, Ling Mufeng walked towards this side with a guqin in his arms, and when Yi Qing saw him, she said contemptuously, "Can you do it?"

Ling Mufeng said with a naughty smile, "We'll wait and see."

Yi Qing snorted, then took a few steps to the open space, put the flute in front of her lips and started blowing.Ling Mufeng went to the grass and sat cross-legged, put the qin on his lap and closed his eyes to listen to the sound of the flute, then put his hands on the qin and plucked the strings.

Joyful, joyful, passionate, unrestrained and unrestrained, fighting the world with swords!Piano and flute ensemble!This is the real Swordsman!
Bai Ying looked at them in surprise, she really didn't want to believe that Ling Mufeng could play it after only listening to it once, and she really didn't want to believe that it was their first ensemble, but she couldn't believe it. Quickly blend into the rhythm.

Vaguely, she seemed to see Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying, saw the elder of the Demon Cult, Qu Yang, and Hengshan disciple Liu Zheng, saw many butterflies, many bees, many birds, and many cheerfully swaying branches and stamens, I saw the prosperous and passionate Xiaoao Jianghu!

The sound of the flute fell and the sound of the zither stopped, the world was quiet all over again, the smiling and proud Jianghu seemed to be still in front of my eyes, and the heroic and free-spirited rhythm seemed to still surround my ears, and it hadn't dissipated for a long time.

Papa—papa... After a while of applause, the prince's voice suddenly came: "Miao ah, I didn't expect you two to have such a skill. The prince has never heard such a pleasant voice." The piano and flute played together."

The three of them followed the sound, and saw the prince in fine attire standing under the lush green tree, smiling brightly, he opened his fan, shaking it coquettishly, and then walked toward the white man with flirty steps. Ying walked there, asking as she walked, "Are you feeling better?"

Bai Ying didn't want to talk, so she blinked her eyes, and then looked at Yi Qing.

Yi Qing curled her lips, looked at Ling Mufeng in a blink of an eye, and deliberately mocked: "Idiot! You played it wrong just now!"

"You are an idiot! How did you play it wrong?" Ling Mufeng stood up holding the piano and said unconvinced: "Did you play it wrong just now? Obviously the first time the note was very low, but the second time And you turned that low note up."

"Really?" Yi Qing raised her eyebrows and asked, "Did you make a mistake? That's how the second time the sound was..." He pointed to Bai Ying without looking at it and said, "That's what she taught at the beginning. Can't we get together again?"

"Just get along!" Ling Mufeng muttered in dissatisfaction, "You still don't believe me when I say you're wrong..."

Yi Qing walked over to put Ling Mufeng on the shoulder, and said unconvinced: "Then find a quieter place and try it together, and see who is wrong!"

"Let's go! I'm still afraid that you won't succeed?" So the two people, who were not in the right place, ran shoulder to shoulder and had a long talk on the knees to study the rhythm.

When they were talking, the prince had already walked to Bai Ying and sat down. After watching them leave, the prince asked softly, "Your throat still feels uncomfortable?"

Bai Ying hummed lightly, then covered her mouth and coughed again, the prince quickly poured a glass of water and pushed it to her.

Bai Ying picked it up and took a sip, then asked softly, "How is it?"

The prince frowned, closed the fan with a snap, and said casually: "What else can I do? The emperor didn't really want to punish the third younger brother, but it was just a show. After all, he stayed in Lingshan for so long. , I always have to give those old foxes an explanation."

Bai Ying frowned, holding the teacup and whispering in a hoarse voice: "You know it well, what I'm asking is not this..."

"Haha..." The crown prince laughed a few times, laughing happily, as if he couldn't stop laughing and said: "Second brother's face is green with anger! The crown prince has never seen him so angry. , it's really funny, haha..."

"Donggong Che!" Bai Ying gritted her teeth and looked at his incongruous appearance. After calling him his name heavily, she couldn't help coughing violently.

The prince quickly put away his smile, stood up and took a step forward, stretched out his hand and patted her on the back, suppressed his smile and persuaded her, "Don't be angry, don't be angry! It hurts to cough, I just don't want to tease you."

After coughing, Bai Ying took a big sip of hot water and felt much more comfortable in an instant. She raised her eyes to look at the prince, and snorted heavily, but she felt embarrassed after humming, and the clear snot flowed out like a nosebleed. come out.

The prince happened to see it, so he couldn't help but chuckle, and deliberately mocked: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, look at you like this, how ugly you are."

When the prince was speaking, he had already taken out a handkerchief to wipe her snot. Bai Ying grabbed it and glared at the prince angrily. She had never been so embarrassed before. After wiping, she threw the handkerchief to him, hoarse Angrily shouted: "Donggong Che! Get out of here!!!"

Even if the voice was dumb, the servants waiting not far away could hear it enough. They looked at Bai Ying in horror, almost thinking that their ears were hallucinating, and told the prince to go, this girl doesn't want to live anymore?
As a result, the prince twitched and twitched with a smile, not caring at all. After laughing, he realized that someone was there, and immediately became serious. He looked around, and then lowered his voice and said to Bai Ying: "The prince's majesty You are all ruined!"

Bai Ying snorted coldly, not wanting to pay attention to him.Seeing that the prince is not angry, but still looks gentle, all the servants feel that the three views are shaky.

For some reason, every time she heard her call his name loudly through gritted teeth, he would feel a sense of happiness in his heart, just like when his father kindly called him Che'er when he was very young.

　Today I will tell you a joke about the author Jun!
　　It's like this: Brothers, sisters, and younger siblings have a long vacation on Qingming Festival. A group of us got together to play table tennis. Standard, the author despises them very much, and said professionally: You have to do push-ups!
　　So, the author rolled up his sleeves and propped himself on the ground. As soon as he pressed down, he couldn't get up, and then his whole body fell to the ground.

　　Everyone is like this: "..."

　　One of my very young cousins ​​suddenly realized and said: Oh, my sister is so amazing, so that's how push-ups are done.

　　Author: "..."

　　Audience: "..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)