Conquering the country and seeking the empress

Chapter 26 Cooperation, Invitation

"Thank you for coming to Listen to Liu Pavilion. I have listened to Liu Pavilion until now, and I still have to thank you for your support."

"Okay, Mama Sun, I don't want to say much. Then it's time for everyone to enjoy the singing and dancing, so let our head leader Weishang come up and perform for everyone."

After Mama Sun finished speaking, she received applause. At this moment, a bright red curtain was lowered; the looming figure on the curtain attracted everyone's attention; Mama Sun, who had stepped down from the stage, looked at this scene with worried brows.I don't know if the little boy is reliable.

Just thinking about it, a piano sounded, and then another piano sound sounded.

Everyone who heard the sound of the piano was slightly taken aback, and then discussed.

"Hey, this isn't Shi Lixiang's song at all!"

"Yeah yeah!"

Listening to their discussion, Mama Sun's heart ached; at this moment, she regretted a little, she shouldn't have let that person do such nonsense.

When she was annoyed, the melodious sound of the piano sounded in her ears, which made her stunned for a moment, the annoyance in her heart slowly disappeared, and she began to listen.

In the hall, there was a lot of silence in an instant; the people present began to immerse themselves in the sound of the piano.

Sitting behind the stage, Mo Jincheng plucked the strings with his slender fingers. His whole body seemed to merge with the qin, and he was magnificent; The rotation on the feet has accelerated a lot, and the sound of the piano has also accelerated.

The audience couldn't help feeling a little bit wrong, thinking that the purple-clothed girl on the stage seemed to be born following the melody.

Weishang felt that her rhythm was a bit fast, and then slowed down her dance steps, and the piano sound also slowed down with her; Weishang was a little shocked in her heart, and always felt that every step of her dance was as expected.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable, as if she had been exposed.

Thinking of this, Weishang felt a pair of eyes staring at her behind her, which made her body stiffen slightly, and her dance steps became a little messy; Mama Sun in the audience raised her eyebrows, a little displeased with Weishang's distraction.

Fortunately, she was always worried that the young master would spoil her situation, but she didn't expect that the one who ruined the situation would be one of her own. Thinking of this, Mama Sun's complexion was not very good.

Weishang's dance steps were disrupted, and those who are interested will naturally see it; but soon, the sound of the piano turned, and Weishang's steps paused slightly. , Eye-catching.

Weishang turned her steps again, and cast a grateful look at the people behind the stage; however, she danced briskly.

Soon, Weishang ended the dance with a moving gesture, and the sound of the piano also stopped, ending with the last few monotonous sounds of the piano; the scene was quiet for a few seconds, and soon, someone was boiling.

"Miss Chang'er, you are really amazing." The young man rushed to the front of the stage, looked at Weishang intoxicated, tried to climb up the stage several times, but still couldn't reach it, and instead scared Weishang back.

"Miss Chang'er, I like you. Will you marry me?" The young man stretched out his hand and looked at Wei Shang affectionately; The boy climbed onto the stage, forcing her to step back.

She recognized the young man in brocade clothes, he was Qu Linghui, the eldest son of Feng Enhou Mansion.

Qu Ling came back to the stage, looked down at the young man, and sneered.

"I said, boy of the Yang family, is this Weishang girl you can think of? I haven't touched her hand yet. Do you think so, Weishang girl?" Qu Ling turned back and looked at the girl standing on the stage. Weishang on the bed said with a sullen expression on his face, he knew that Weishang would not like this kid surnamed Yang, but he was really upset seeing this kid surnamed Yang.

Weishang raised her eyebrows, obviously displeased with Qu Linghui's behavior as a ruffian.

This young man is Yang Ji, the only son of the Minister of War, she recognizes him; however, Qu Linghui is a domineering lord, since his father became Marquis of Feng En, he has made things difficult or humiliated the people around him; although Yang Ji is not good However, he was still somewhat weak to Qu Linghui's bully behavior.

Seeing Yang Ji's timid appearance, Wei Chang couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"It turned out to be Young Lord, it's Yang who is blind." Yang Ji said flatteringly, but Qu Linghui still caught the resentment in his eyes; Qu Linghui patted Yang Ji's head in displeasure, and slapped him No way, I added another slap until I was satisfied with the slap.

"Boy of the Yang family, what kind of eyes are you looking for?" Qu Ling replied fiercely.

Yang Ji stroked his head, lowered his head and begged. "Young Master, it's my fault, it's my fault, is it okay?"

Yang Ji kept talking, but the deep unwillingness in his eyes did not disappear.

"Okay, this girl in Weishang belongs to my master, I advise you not to think about Xiao."

"Okay, okay, young master."

"Since it's good, why don't you hurry up and get out."

"Yes, yes, Young Master."

Yang Ji gritted his teeth and said, but still fled in a very spineless manner.

Behind the stage, Mo Jincheng put down the curtain, the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, and his eyes were deep.

Mo Jincheng glanced at the curtain lightly, stroked the blood jade around his waist with his right hand, and was about to leave, but saw a young man in blue brocade clothes standing at the door, Mo Jincheng raised his brows slightly, and when he was about to walk away, the young man in brocade clothes said She cupped her hands and said: "Xia Lexuan, I just heard the sound of the young master's piano, so I want to get to know you."

Lexuan!The young master of the Duke of Yu's mansion, and the prince's young uncle.

Mo Jincheng lowered his eyes, said his name calmly, and was about to leave, and listened to Le Xuan again.

"Mr. Mo, I'm hosting a banquet in the suburban garden for literati. I hope Mr. Mo will honor you." Le Xuan warmly invited, but Mo Jincheng suddenly chuckled, making Le Xuan slightly taken aback.

"I don't have a lot of ink in my chest, Mr. Le, don't praise me too much. I won't be able to show any literary talents, but it will make people laugh."

"So, Mr. Le has to keep his eyes open."

After saying that, Mo Jincheng walked away, but Le Xuan was taken aback by what he said; in fact, Le Xuan still wanted to ask, is it possible that a person who is good at chatting with Qin can't write poems and songs?
Le Xuan is still very confused about the answer whether it is a real person who does not show his face or really does not.

(End of this chapter)