C1388

In Qingyi Pavilion, there are no red lanterns, light gauze curtains, large ambiguous murals on the wall, white walls, brown columns, and simple and generous tables and chairs. There are bar lanterns hanging on the columns in the middle of the hall. The orange light gives a hazy feeling. The tables and chairs are arranged neatly, some sit alone, some friends sit at the same table and drink quietly Wine listening to music, not noisy, beautiful woman on stage black hair half cover face, plain hand brush Qin, singing in a low voice, Qin melodious, singing tactful, such as around the beam.

Du Jinyan was a little stunned, which was totally different from what he imagined. There were no singing and dancing, no laughing voices of men and women, and no ugly pictures. It was quieter than a teahouse.

A young man came up with a proper smile on his face. He quickly glanced at Du Jinyan and asked him, "are you sitting in the hall or upstairs?"

Murong Qingyang looked up and saw that there were elegant seats on the second floor. There were small rooms separated into rooms, and there were fences half a person high. Sitting on the fence, drinking and listening to music, naturally it was more comfortable.

When Du Jinyan came to this place for the first time, he was always worried that he would be seen by his acquaintances and spread to Shi Yingying's ears. He said, "we want elegant seats."

The man led them upstairs. Looking from the outside, the elegant seat was just a small compartment. After entering the door, he found that there was a unique cave. On one side of the wall was a bed, and on the other side were a high footed cabinet and a camphor box. On the other side was a hand washing stand. There was a copper basin on the shelf and a plain colored handkerchief. In the middle of the room was a square eight immortals table. There were teapots and cups on the table, and four back chairs under the table. There is a small screen on the other side of the hall. The fence is just around the screen. The bottom of the fence is small and smooth.

The man saw them looking around and asked with a smile, "if you are not satisfied, look at something else?"

Murong Qingyang waved his hand, "no, just this room. There's no need to serve wine. Just give us some tea."

The man said, wait a moment, Deng Deng Deng went downstairs, soon came up again, and brought them four small dishes of tea. The tea on the table was ready-made. The man turned the cup over, poured the tea, and asked them to use it slowly. Just as he was about to quit, he was stopped by Murong Qingyang, "you have a girl named Anyue, I wonder if she will show up tonight?"

The man said with a smile, "this is Miss Anyue who is playing and singing. Many guests come to listen to her every night."

When Murong Qingyang came in, she didn't pay much attention to the singing and playing. After listening to this, she immediately sat by the fence and looked at the people on the stage carefully.

But the girl kept her head down. Her black hair covered half of her face. In the dim light, her face was blurred and she could see nothing clearly.

Murong Qingyang is lying on the fence with her chin on the back of her hand. She tilts her head to watch Anyue play the piano. Her wrist is like a boneless one. The undulation of her wrist is like a microwave, which drives her fingers to flick. The sound of the piano is like a stream in a deep valley in spring, or a breeze in the mountains, which gently surrounds people

All the people in the hall listened quietly and attentively, and none of them whispered.

After playing a paragraph, Anyue raises her head and opens her lips slightly. At that moment, Murong Qingyang sees her face, like the bright moon, with holy light, which makes the hall more brilliant. But soon, she lowers her head again. There is a low breath in the hall. Like her, she is amazed by Anyue. Anyue is as charming as the moon, and Murong Qingyang is so beautiful Grinding that an word, frowned, her surname is Ning An's name, this is coincidence or fate?

Du Jinyan is also full of surprise, "that girl looks really beautiful?"

Mo Rong Qing Yang straightened up and raised his eyebrows to him, "how is it better than me?"

Du Jinyan, "..." The way she picks her eyebrows is really Like a man.

"You're not the same."

"What's the difference?"

Du Jinyan rummaged for a long time and concluded, "she is very soft, you are very rigid."

Mo Rong Qingyang, " What does that mean? "

"That is to say, you are strong, forthright, friendly and righteous..."

Murong Qingyang touched his face, feeling a little depressed, "I understand."

Du Jinyan see she is not very happy, busy and added a, "anyway, I like you like this."

"Why?"

"Because it's strong enough."

Mo Rong Qing Yang is a little puzzling. "Don't men all like little bird like that?"

"I don't like it," said Du. "I like the strong ones who can fight side by side."

"So in the future, you will become a pro, marry a daughter-in-law and go out to fight with people every day?"

Du Jinyan, "..."

Mo Rong stood up lazily and said, "it's boring. I'll go back first. You can stay by yourself."

Du Jinyan busy also stood up, "I also feel boring, soft, might as well go home to practice boxing twice."

Murong Qingyang was in a better mood after listening to him. They went downstairs and parted ways.

the palace gate has already been locked, but there will be a little door open for the royal highness of Princess long. He enters the door and goes straight to the hall of Chengde. Her diligent brother must have stayed up. She must go to him and say.When she got to the South study, she didn't see anyone. She heard the eunuch say that the emperor was in the bedroom, and she went back to the palace. When she went in, Mo Ronglin had just finished taking a bath, dressed in Chinese clothes, and leaned on the couch to read a book. Seeing that she just came in and put on her robe, she said unhappily, "how can I come in without a word? There's no rules at all."

Murong Qingyang said, "it's so late, so don't do that."

Mo Ronglin, "..." What is the relationship between the courtesy of the monarch and the time?

He patiently explained, "it's not a monarch or a minister. I'm just your sister. You don't have to be polite, but men and women are different. Seven years old is different. Don't you know?" Then he answered, "Oh, you really don't know." This goods didn't regard oneself as a girl, otherwise can mix with Ning'an everyday?

Murong Qingyang glanced at his brother strangely, "those are all old-fashioned sayings. How can the emperor be so pedantic? We people in the Jianghu don't care about these."

Mo Ronglin has a headache. You are the princess of Dongyue. Would you wake up?

He asked, "is it OK to stay in the mirage door recently?"

"Not bad. It's fun." Murong Qingyang tells Yang Haisheng's case to him. Murong Lin is a little displeased. "This kind of small case is also accepted. What does Ning'an take my mirage door for?"

Murong Qingyang was afraid that he would blame Ning'an, so he explained, "he also sold the face of Mr. Jia. When the crime happened, Mr. Jia was present. The Emperor didn't know that Mr. Jia was warm-hearted."

Mo Rong Lin snorted coldly, but he didn't speak.

Murong Qingyang then remembered the business and said solemnly, "don't talk about that. I have business to find my brother."

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