Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

Putting her hand back, she sat there and did not speak to Helan Mosu again. She knew that after leaving there, he would no longer be her husband, but the object of her competition.

Seeing that Shui Ningyan was silently at the side without moving, Helan Mosu smiled lightly, and casually pointed to the Lu Qiqin beside him, "Although this piano is not the best, it is not bad. I will give it to you."

Shui Ningyan, who was distracted, turned her head to look at the green qiqin in Helan Mosu's hand, wondering when he ordered someone to bring this qin, a faint smile appeared on her lips, " The concubine thanked the prince."

Helan Mosu's expression was lazy, and he was flipping through the scroll in his hand. Hearing Shui Ningyan's answer, he frowned invisibly, and his voice seemed to be nonchalant: "I haven't returned home yet, so why don't you call me yesterday?" That's the name."

Shui Ningyan raised her eyes and glanced at Helan Mosu when she heard the words, but she did not answer aloud, but she already acquiesced.

From the corner of her narrow peach-blossom eyes, she glanced at Shui Ningyan, and there was a faint smile on her lips: "Anyway, I have nothing to do, Madam, let me play another zither for my husband."

Shui Ningyan replied with a faint smile, stretched out her hand to put the Lu Qiqin on her knee, raised her bare hand lightly, and immediately the music flowed out from her fingertips.

Soon after arriving in the capital, Shui Ningyan finished the song. Seeing Helan Mosu's sparkling peach blossom eyes looking at him, he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Mr. What is it?"

"No, I'm just a husband for a while. Bewitched by your beauty, I can't extricate myself from it." He Lan Mo Su slowly moved closer to him through Lu Qiqin, and the voice he made was like a dream, really deep Getting stuck in it is normal.

Slender fingers gently caressed Shui Ningyan's smooth and beautiful face, and her eyes were full of warmth.

If she didn't know Helan Mosu's tricks, Shui Ningyan would really be surrounded by Helan Mosu's tenderness, but she is no longer what she used to be. Even if she still yearns for love, she will never fall in love with a royal child again in this life. .

Not confused by his appearance, Shui Ningyan still kept a clear look in his eyes, looked at him with a light smile, slightly parted his red lips, and wanted to say something, so he heard the driver outside the carriage reply: "Master, We have arrived at the Bodhi Temple."

His slender fingers lightly left Shui Ningyan's face, and he smiled, with a seemingly lazy look on his brows.

Helan Mo Su stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and looked outside the curtain.

Shui Ningyan followed his gaze and saw piles of believers and pilgrims coming and going in front of the door. There were even many people who were burning incense and worshiping Buddha with a red ribbon in their hands, and tied their wishes on the towering ancient tree. .

Turning his eyes to look at Shui Ningyan's expression, Helan Mosu's lips curled up, and he got out of the carriage first, and stretched out his hand towards Shui Ningyan who was still sitting inside, with a smile on his lips: "Come down, I'll follow you."

Passing the hand to Helan Mosu, Shui Ningyan followed his strength and got off the carriage.

After standing still, Helan Mosu took her hand and walked leisurely to the Bodhi tree.

"My husband, do you want to tie a concentric knot with your wife and hang it on a tree? It's very effective."

Shui Ningyan looked at the concentric knot in the peddler's hand, turned to the red ribbon on the other side, and smiled politely at him, "No, just get me one of these."

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