Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 123 Chapter 142 Do you want more?

He was saying: You clearly said that my face is the prettiest, you should touch my face more.

The corners of Yan Qingcheng's mouth twitched, his face a little embarrassed.

She simply squeezed her beautiful jade-colored face, and said in admiration:
"Sure enough, our jade color is the best, and it feels the best."

When Yuse heard it, she grinned, that smile was like spring returning to the earth, with a hundred flowers blooming, the beautiful Yan Qingcheng almost had a nosebleed.

She glanced at the food table and saw an extra cup of tea at some point, so she quickly pretended to pick it up and drank a couple of sips.

At this time, Mo Fengyi had returned to sit in front of the piano stage, Yan Qingcheng glanced at him casually, only to see that Mo Fengyi's face was not flushed, and his heart was not beating, and he started to tease Fengming again, without the slightest hint of embarrassment. I feel awkward, as if nothing happened just now.

Yan Qingcheng coughed dryly, and simply pretended to be fine, and asked:

"Can Fengming repair it?"

Mo Fengyi casually slapped Fengming on the qin platform, the broken body of the qin actually fit together, and the strings could be stretched. From a distance, it looked like a intact Fengming. He tried to arouse One string, the sound of the piano is astringent, but it is not unpleasant.

After all, Yan Qingcheng is a modern person, so it is difficult to understand how Mo Fengyi keeps the body of the piano broken, and the strings can still vibrate the sound without tension.

Mo Fengyi glanced at Feng Ming with some pity, and asked a question in a casual manner.

"A broken mirror is hard to undo. Even if it is repaired, it won't be the original Fengming. How can you still want such a broken Fengming?"

Yan Qingcheng curled her lips disapprovingly, "No matter what she becomes, she will always be Fengming, so I naturally want her."

As far as Feng Ming and her predecessor Yan Qingcheng were concerned, she was an old friend who accompanied her through the dark years, no matter what became of her old friend, she probably wouldn't despise her.

Mo Fengyi glanced at Yan Qingcheng in surprise, and said with deep meaning:
"I didn't expect the princess to be a nostalgic person."

Yan Qingcheng's eyes suddenly became cold, he raised his jaw slightly, looked at Mo Fengyi, and said coldly:

"There are so many things that you can't think of. Tell me, you didn't just invite me here to communicate the details of Feng Ming's repairs, did you?" She didn't think it was a coincidence.

Mo Fengyi didn't seem to care about Yan Qingcheng's vigilance, instead he stared at Yan Qingcheng frankly and spoke solemnly.

"I've heard that the qin master of Longxiang County is the best in Qi State, and the performance of the song "High Mountain and Flowing Water" is astonishing. Mo admires the qin master of the princess. I don't know if I have the honor to be able to do the same thing as the princess with Boya Ziqi. A pair of bosom friends, let's learn the art of playing the piano together."

Yan Qingcheng's tone was cold, as if mocking but not mocking:

"I'm afraid I will disappoint Mr. Mo. I am not Boya, and you cannot be Ziqi. Naturally, we cannot become bosom friends."

She didn't want to delve into Mo Fengyi's purpose of approaching her, but she would definitely refuse whatever he asked for, and it was safest to stay away from him, this was Yan Qingcheng's intuition.

Mo Fengyi and Mo Tong were disappointed, and sighed with a wry smile:
"It was Mo who raised himself up."

"After Fengming is repaired, Mr. Mo can send someone to notify Yunxi." Yan Qingcheng pulled Yuse to get up and wanted to leave.

Mo Fengyi sat there leisurely and didn't get up to see him off, instead he fiddled with the strings and said in a hurry:
"Although Mo can't become a bosom friend with the princess, he knows where Fengming's bosom friend is. I wonder if the princess is interested in getting him?..."

Fengming's bosom friend?
A word suddenly popped up in Yan Qingcheng's mind - Dragon Yin.

"Dragon Yin?"

"Exactly."

An inexplicable excitement and eager anticipation rose in Yan Qingcheng's heart. This emotion that did not belong to Yan Jiujiu must have come from Yan Qingcheng. Even if Yan Qingcheng disappeared, something in her bones still exerted her persistent instinct.

(End of this chapter)