Chapter 87

Because mu Qingge had a cold and fever, it was not suitable to blow cold air, so he didn't go out for lunch, but ate it in his room.

After lunch, she took a recuperation medicine. After waking up after a nap, she was almost all right.

For dinner that day, mu Qingge went out to the main hall to have dinner with Rong Jue.

As soon as she saw Rong Jue, she hopped in front of him, "Hello! What about? Am I getting better fast enough? "

Rong Jue sat under a lamp, flipped through a book and read it. He glanced at it and said, "well, I'm not dead yet."

Not dead yet

The housekeeper and the general were separated, unable to laugh or cry.

It is clear that in one afternoon, the Lord intentionally or unintentionally asked people to inquire about his wife's illness for several times, but now the words are so bad

However, it's good to let the LORD speak. As for what he said, it doesn't seem so important.

When mu Qingge heard Rong Jue's words, he jumped several times and grabbed the book in his hand. "Can't you say something nice?"

The housekeeper and Li are stunned by mu Qingge's action of grabbing the book from Rong Jue. They were supposed to serve the dishes to the table, but the action is so settled in mid air.

"A good word depends on people." Rong Jue is not very concerned about the book she robbed, said: "you want to take it to see it." Then he glanced at the two men who were still.

Will leave and housekeeper immediately cold sweat Cen Cen, quickly return to God, put things down.

"Who cares about your broken book?" Mu Qingge did not pay attention to the surrounding atmosphere, disdained to curl his mouth, however, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the title of the book, picked an eyebrow: "on the Warring States period?"

Rong Jue didn't miss her expression and picked her eyebrows.

Mu Qingge immediately took back what he had just said, "I took this book to read!" Then, put the book on your chest!

Anyway, she can't find out the reason for that martial arts secret book. Now she is not in good health and can't use high-intensity training. It's good to use it to relieve boredom.

Besides, she also wanted to know the difference between the war strategy books of this era and those she had read in her last life.

"Do you like these books?" Rong Jue asked casually.

"If it's wonderful enough, I like to watch it."

Rong Jue didn't say any more. Seeing that the dishes were almost ready, the housekeeper came to him and said, "the dishes are ready, my Lord and my wife."

They just came to the dining table from one side. As soon as mu Qingge sat down, he saw the dishes on the table and twisted his eyebrows. "Why are all these steamed porridge, soup and vegetable dishes?"

Rong Jue gracefully scooped her a bowl of soup, gently pushed it in front of her, and said in a cold voice: "you just had a fever and a cold, but it's not good now. If you don't eat these, what else do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat meat, preferably braised meat." At noon, she only ate two bowls of porridge. Now her mouth is dry and tasteless, and she wants to eat some meat. Unexpectedly, she lost her appetite immediately.

Rong Jue did not look at her, "no meat, eating vegetables and porridge."

"I want to eat bear paws from last night." Mu Qingge licked his mouth, greedy way: "the bear is not very big, there should be a lot of bear meat."

"That's all I can eat today." Rong Jue said coldly, "if you don't want to eat, you'll be hungry and wait for tomorrow."

Sometimes people are so strange, sometimes they can't eat anything when they are sick, but sometimes they have a big appetite.

Mu Qingge is now the latter.

She was eager to eat meat, but Rong Jue was stingy and didn't give it to her. She couldn't help it. Now she wanted to eat everything in her mouth, so she really had to eat it.

Even if it's porridge and vegetables, she will eat them.

Moreover, although Rong Jue is a black hearted man, he doesn't eat meat beside her. Instead, he accompanies her to eat porridge and vegetables.

She is not a person who can't tell the situation clearly, but only makes a fuss and eats obediently.

After dinner, Rong Jue sipped his tea, took a look at mu Qingge and said, "do you remember that you owe me a condition?"

Although this meal was not satisfied by mu Qingge, she was still full. Now she was very sleepy with a shy stomach. Wen Yan opened her eyes slightly and yawned: "conditions, what do you want me to do?"

Rong Jue: "how is your piano skill?"

"Qin?" Mu Qingge directly ignores that artistic word, and his brain immediately wakes up. A bad premonition emerges in his heart: "what kind of Qin do you say it is?"

"What do you say?" Rong Jue leisurely way: "you can what Qin?"

Mu Qingge blinks. Can she speak piano?

When Rong Jue saw that she did not speak, she lifted her thin lips and spat out two words: "guzheng."

Pop!

Mu Qingge's heart broke into two pieces, and she suddenly felt that her newly recovered energy had been emptied, and she lay on the table like wilting, pitifully: "you don't want me to learn guzheng, do you?"

Rong Jue glanced at her little face lying on her stomach. Her eyes flashed a bright light and said, "if you can't, learn."

"Biaozi purple to me..." Mu Qingge felt his brain buzzing and said with a sad face: "can you change a musical instrument? Xiao or flute is OK... "

Guzheng is the most difficult and the most resistant instrument for her!

She owed him eight million yuan in her last life, right? What's wrong with learning? She should learn this?

"No way." Before she finished, Rong Jue gave her a light slanting glance, "it can only be guzheng."

Mu Qingge didn't agree, so he made a case: "why?"

"I think that after more than a month, there will be a group of heroes in the imperial city."

Mu Qingge can't believe, "do you want me to play and sing on stage?" Ya, isn't this what the leading members of GouLan red court do?

Although she was reduced to a concubine by him, she was also his family. How could he let her appear in public?

Playing and singing on stage?

Rong Jue listened and frowned. She said: "it's not because of this."

"Why is that?"

"Do you study or not?" Rong Jue didn't answer. He glared at her coldly. "If you don't want to learn, you can return the blood blade to the weapons room."

Mu Qingge protested: "it's called Ao Feng, not blood blade!"

"If you don't agree, it's called blood blade."

Damn it!

Aofeng is her rare favorite weapon, is her baby, as long as she thought of her baby away from her, was called back to the name of the blood blade, she would be unbearable.

Rong Jue: "how about it?"

Mu Qingge bit: "good! I promise

"Just promise." Rong Jue said, "you don't understand guzheng at all?"

She drooped like lying on the table, word by word: "one, point, no, pass."

"I'll ask the housekeeper to invite a zither player back." Rong Jue said, "if you are well tomorrow, you will go to the Palace tomorrow morning and start to learn the piano after noon tomorrow."

"Oh..." don't blame her if you can't learn at that time!