The lord's stunning concubine

Chapter 1517 Who is blessed in 1540 (4)

Although Lan Qingqing is quite talented in the way of the piano, her fingering is not very good, but Yi Xueling is not only talented in the way of the piano, but also practiced very diligently. Her fingers danced on the strings, but In the moment of Qingji, several fingerings have been changed.

Lan Qingqing didn't have much interest in this kind of gaudy fingering at first, but now she just glanced at it, and felt that since she loved it so much, it would be a waste of talent if she couldn't perform on Qingyilou.

But Jing Ye didn't even glance at Yi Xueling since he came in. He saw Lan Qingqing's favorite mille-feuille cake on the table, so he took a piece and gave it to Lan Qingqing. Lan Qingqing smiled and reached out to take it. Smile at him, and he smiles back at her.

The appearance of the two of them clearly contained strong affection, and the lingering meaning between the eyebrows and eyes was not concealed in any way.

Ning Qianmo's eyes showed a bit of loneliness, but he just said softly: "I haven't heard such a good piano sound for a long time, today I owe the prince's blessing."

Jing Ye said disapprovingly: "For the king's blessing? I'm afraid Ning Xiang's words are a bit too much. This banquet was set by you, and the people are also yours. It's just a coincidence that the king came here today, so how can you say that?" Is it the blessing of King Tuoben?"

Ning Qianmo said lightly: "Xueling said that her piano skills were honed in the palace. If she hadn't lived in the Rouge Garden for a long time, how could she have such superb piano skills? And if the prince doesn't have a big heart, he will She bestowed it on me, how can I listen to her playing the piano? So today, I owe the blessing of the prince."

Jing Ye laughed and said: "If you insist on doing this calculation, it seems that there is some truth in it. If you say it is the blessing of the king, then it is the blessing of the king!"

Ning Qianmo smiled and said nothing, at this moment, the waiter in the restaurant brought a set of tea sets and a handful of tea leaves, he smiled lightly and said, "It would be a pity if there is no tea to accompany such a piano sound."

After he finished speaking, he made a pot of tea very quickly. His movements were fast, but there was an unspeakable elegance, as if that kind of elegance was innate, and a touch of nobility was released. There is a bit of extreme calmness in it.

He was dressed in white like snow, which made him look as indifferent as dust.

Lan Qingqing was already a little hungry at this time, and she was eating the mille-feuilles unceremoniously. She felt that she was an ordinary person. Although the sound of the piano was good and the tea art was wonderful, they couldn't match the taste of a piece of mille-feuille in her hand at this time.

The corners of Jing Ye's mouth raised slightly in response to Lan Qingqing's performance, and there was a smile in his eyes. Seeing that she was going to get the second piece after eating one piece, he stretched out his hand and said, "Ms. Ning finally made a treat. If a piece of mille-feuille is enough to eat, it will save him too much money, so wait and save your stomach for a delicious meal later."

Lan Qingqing couldn't laugh or cry when she heard the words, but Jing Ye over there had already called Xiaoer in, and ordered wine glutinous rice balls, orchid pork knuckle, fried asparagus, steamed sweet-scented osmanthus fish and duck tongue in sauce.

He just finished ordering, Xiao Er said softly: "My lord, Ning Xiang has ordered all these just now."

Today Jing Ye came to eat, and after his identity was exposed, all the shopkeepers and waiters of this restaurant were trembling. The waiter who came to order at this time was usually the most alert one, but at this time he also felt that he seemed a little He couldn't say hello, and his speech was a little trembling.

Jing Ye's body felt cold, and he turned his head to look at Ning Qianmo.

(End of this chapter)