The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Sima Yang blinked, put his hands to his ears, and listened carefully, his eyes were so focused that people dared to look directly: "Listen...they started whispering again."

As if I could really hear it...

After a fierce battle between heaven and man in my heart, curiosity defeated anger and took the upper hand. I bit my lip, "Really, can you hear me?"

Sima Yang narrowed his eyes, nodded slyly, and said in a gentle and moving voice with full confidence, "Of course."

I was skeptical, but still imitating Sima Yang, I put my hands to my ears and listened carefully to the sound of the wind blowing the leaves and the bursts of loud insects, but there was no voice of Cowherd and Weaver Girl talking! [

Could it be that my movements were too big and they found out, so they stopped talking? ?

In a hurry, I pulled Sima Yang's clothes and lowered my voice: "Sima Yang, are the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl still talking?"

Sima Yang listened carefully, and smiled happily, his eyes narrowed into two crescent moons: "Yes, listen, listen..."

Is it in the wrong direction, so I can't hear it?

Thinking of this, I twisted my buttocks with my waist as the main axis, and leaned against Sima Yang, with my ears pricked up

Except for the sound of wind and insects, I still can't hear anything!

I was so anxious that my face flushed like a boiled shrimp, I scratched my head and ears, and turned around in circles: "Sima Yang, I can't hear you! I can't hear you at all! What should I do? What should I do? "