Merchant's daughter is not a concubine

Chapter 64 Playing the piano and not being able to see through (2)
The sound of the piano is lingering, and the melody is poignant and beautiful, resounding in the night sky.

The nearby people who were reuniting at home and admiring the moon raised their heads one after another, opened the windows, and looked at the roof of the sweet world with admiration.

"Listen, someone is playing!"

"Look, it's a man! He's really handsome, and he can play music well."

"Is he a fairy from the Moon Palace?"

"Ha, isn't Chang'e living in the Moon Palace? How could there be a man? Could it be Wu Gang? Hahaha! And it's so far away, you can't see his appearance clearly, how do you know that he is handsome?"

"Anyway, just look handsome from a distance!"

"I don't know if you are handsome or not, as long as the music is nice."

No matter how you discuss it, the common people are fascinated by his beautiful piano sound.

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Compared with the warmth of ordinary people's homes, the palace is full of singing and dancing, and drinking and drinking.

Prince Chen, who was always good at dealing with such situations, did not socialize with the people around him, but concentrated on pawing the cakes on his desk.

Qinghe has been paying attention to his master, and every time he sees him serving a new pastry, he will take a bite first, and if he likes it, he will move it to the plate on the right, and if he doesn't like it, he will move it to the plate on the left.

Qinghe looked puzzled, and whispered to Qingfeng: "What is he doing?"

"I'm packing for my cousin." Qingfeng said with certainty.

The corner of Qinghe's mouth twitched, and he almost lost his eyes when he covered his face.

Song Zhuo was indeed packing for Ning Qing.

Although Song Zhuo felt bored on such an occasion, he could still find fun in it, but today he felt extremely bored.

After taking a bite of the new cakes in the palace, he thought it was delicious, so he wanted to take some back to Ning Qing.Some were not very tasty, but seeing that everyone else had eaten them and Ning Qing hadn't, she wanted to take some back to make her pay for it.

Anyway, what he likes and what he doesn't like, he wants to give her half of it.

Song Zhuo has always been thinking about Ning Qing's favorite thing he brought back, and he didn't even survive half the banquet, so he said he was not feeling well, so he left the palace first.

There are few pedestrians on the street, but the sound of the piano is lingering. Song Zhuo was secretly surprised: "Who is playing the piano?"

Looking up, I saw a figure sitting on the roof of Tianwei Tianxia, ​​who didn't pay much attention, and still walked home.

Suddenly there was a strange laughter at the corner of the street: "Hey, hey, good piano! Good piano! This song is played really wonderfully! It's wonderful! Wine, who will give the old Taoist another jug ​​of good wine!"

Song Zhuo turned his head and saw an old tattered Taoist priest lying on the ground with four or five wine bottles beside him. He was drunk and dirty, but it gave off a special feeling.

Song Zhuo has always been defiant, but for some reason today, he picked up a jug of wine brought out of the palace and threw it at him.

As soon as the old Taoist received it, he couldn't wait to take a few sips, sighed a few times contentedly, opened his eyes, saw Song Zhuo, and cursed with a "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Take a sip of wine! You will be punished!"

"Presumptuous!" Qingfeng Qinghe shouted angrily.

Song Zhuo also had a handsome face.The old Taoist said again: "Come on, drink it if you don't want to drink it! The old Taoist will give you a word as a reward! You'd better fulfill your little guest's wish. If you don't see it through, she will want to drink it one day." Go home!"

Song Zhuo sneered when he heard this: "Who doesn't know that there is a charming guest in my son's house, why are you talking about her? Don't say that she can't go back. After I go back, my son can't catch her back?"

The old man smiled instead of anger, stared at Song Zhuo with a mysterious face, and laughed with a suppressed voice: "You can't get to her home."

"Nonsense!" Song Zhuo sneered even worse, his brows were full of incomparable pride: "Little Ning's family, I can level it with just a snap of my fingers, can I still reach it?"

As he said that, Song Zhuo felt that the old man was crazy. He himself usually despises the magic sticks of these old monks the most. Today, he is actually chatting with these magic sticks. It is really crazy!

Song Zhuo snorted coldly in disdain, beat the horse and went to the mansion.

Qingfeng Qinghe hated this old man so much, he gave the guard behind him a wink, and chased after him.

The guards rushed towards the old Taoist with their knives in hand, and the old Taoist ran away in embarrassment while yelling.

"Stinky boy, old man, I will move a small bench when I go home, and I will bring my disciples to watch how you die fancy! You will pay the price for your arrogance! One day you will Kneel in front of Grandpa and kowtow to Grandpa! You will be the one to cry then! Let's wait and see..."

(End of this chapter)