Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 618 Ask Your Majesty When Will You Come?

Bai Yu thought that Hou Xizhou would be angry when he heard the words of the Azure Dragon God, but what did he think of?But Zhao Mingyue did it without saying hello, so she just concluded that Wang can think so?
Moreover, even if the king can understand, but the thread of love has been broken, how can she make the ghost king feel embarrassed?

Later in the evening, I walked towards Xinghua Village through the wind and snow.

"Where is the king going?"

Hou Xiri didn't answer, and the black figure disappeared at the intersection where the bright moon disappeared just now.

Xinghua Winery is a thatched-roof house, which means that it is a shabby room where the wine is fragrant. A few simple wooden tables and chairs are arranged irregularly in the house and under the thatched pavilion.

What Zhao Mingyue and Cang Xun did was at the innermost position near the window. Outside the window was a golden wintersweet blooming in full bloom. Zhao Mingyue stood by the bed and looked at it. Nandou Xingjun said: "If the master likes it, I will Go pick off a branch and put it in a bottle to watch."

"Just stay on the tree and watch."

Du Kang brought up the wine: "Gentlemen, Menghui warmed it up for you! Two catties of beef are also sliced ​​for you. The drunkard peanuts are our new product. Let's give you a toothpaste first."

Duer said, "Thank you very much."

"You take it easy, the little one will greet you at any time."

Du'er was about to greet Zhao Mingyue, who was admiring the plum blossoms with Nandou Xingjun, but was distracted by a black shadow walking in the door.

Only the farthest thing from them was left in the room, and Hou Xi and Bai Yu sat down at the seat by the door.

The shopkeeper took a look, and another distinguished guest came to greet him.

The room is bustling with strangers drinking, and there are hot dishes on the table. When the wine is in full swing, someone will take a sanxian that they carry with them and fiddle with it. The unique sanxian sounds are clanging, playing reunion and nostalgia.

But no one said they were worried, they just had fun drinking.

Zhao Mingyue looked at the musical instrument and said, "What kind of musical instrument is that? It's rare to see it."

"The shamisen is a national musical instrument of the Sang country, and it is relatively rare." Duer said, "This instrument has three strings, which are called the first string, the second string, and the third string from thin to thick. The plectrum shaped like a ginkgo leaf is played, and the plectrum is made of ivory, so the sound is clear and crisp."

Zhao Mingyue's gaze fell on the shamisen, and Hou Xizhou's gaze fell on her face all the time. Even though Cang Xun said it clearly, he still said in his heart, Zhao Mingyue, just take a look at me.

So I have been looking forward to meeting Mingyue's eyes when he takes his eyes off the instrument.

No matter how far apart, she should be able to feel his gaze.

Mingyue looked away from the shamisen, and looked past the person in that seat, but before reaching the position of Yuhiro behind the door, he was already drawn back by Nandou Xingjun's words "the wine is hot, you can drink it".

His gaze passed by the day after tomorrow.

She and her colleagues had a table with four of them, and they sang songs over wine. Zhao Mingyue opened her mouth when she was in the mood to drink: "You must have fun when you are happy in life. Don't let the gold bottle talk to the snow!"

When he drank the wine, he said comfortably: "The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink the pipa, call it immediately; Jun Moxiao, who is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times."

Cang Xun cast a contemptuous glance: "Where did the poem come from again?"

"Liangzhou Ci, written by Brother Wang Han in the Tang Dynasty."

"Where is the Tang Dynasty..." Cang Xun pouted and poured the wine for her, "You can easily get drunk if you mix several kinds of wine like this."

"It's rare to come out to get some fresh air, so can't you not disappoint? Well, we have sex when we are awake, we are separated when we are drunk, we will be ruthless forever, and we will meet in a cloud..."

Cang Xun stopped pouring the wine, raised his eyes to look at her, then glanced at Duer who was aside: "Could she be drunk already?"

Du'er laughed: "Du Kangcheng is not lying to me, as expected these kinds of wines are easy to get drunk when mixed."

Duer is trying to prevent Taiyin from meeting Houxiday, right?But this hand is really black.Seeing Zhao Mingyue's blushing face, wet eyes, and a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she held a wine glass in one hand while listening to the shamisen played by the foreigner.

She stood up suddenly.

Du'er thought she was going to find the ghost king, and quickly reached out to help him, but Cang Xun didn't say a word. After Zhao Mingyue said, "I really thought I was drunk", Du'er let her go.

Hou Xizhou held his breath and followed her across the crowd towards him, but when there was only a table away, Zhao Mingyue turned a corner and walked towards the foreigners playing musical instruments in Sang Country.

Although there was wine on her face, she was not drunk, and she walked up to people and bowed her hands: "The instrument in your hand is very unique, can you borrow it to play a song?"

Sang Guoren saw that he was handsome and friendly, so he happily handed over the shamisen: "Please use it."

"Thank you."

Zhao Mingyue sat down among the people, and the shamisen player taught him how to play fingering, Zhao Mingyue nodded: "This is similar to the Sanxian in the Central Plains."

"Indeed."

"Then I will show my shame."

"Please."

Everyone turned to Zhao Mingyue.

It was freezing cold outside, because the wine at Xinghua Restaurant and the glowing charcoal fire brought friends from all over the world together, creating a lively and friendly atmosphere.

Zhao Mingyue plucked the strings with a plectrum. It was a bit rusty at first, but she quickly became proficient.

The sound of miso is plucked lightly and quickly. In fact, it is quite difficult to play the tune with the sanxian, but it does not affect the beautiful sound conveyed by the music. It is just that she is not skilled in technique, which is a bit ridiculous.

Among the crowd, the unparalleled beauty bowed his head and plucked the strings, raised his head and laughed happily, he was reluctant to pierce his eyes every night and day.

Ever since he entered the door, the glass of wine that Bai Yu poured for him has never been touched, and the food on the table has never been eaten. He has been looking at this person all night, afraid that in the blink of an eye, she will lose her appearance at that moment, or maybe at the moment of his blink , will miss her look at him.

Even though he felt that what Cang Xun said was true, he was still hoping that it was just a trick of Zhao Mingyue.

How could she just break up such a deep relationship?

Didn't you say that you will live forever?
Why can't Wang Chuan Qiushui wait for a smile or even a response from her eyes?The room was so lively that he was the only one who didn't fit in. He really wanted to go to Mingyue, wanted to call her name, and wanted to hug her.

Thinking so, the person has already got up.

Du'er stared wide-eyed after reading it, and then looked at Cang Xun again.

Cang Xun only drank, didn't even look at the two people, Du'er opened his mouth, and finally did nothing.

Hou Xizhou stood beside Zhao Mingyue, and the person who bowed his head and plucked the strings looked up and saw him smiling slightly: "Long time no see, please take a seat."

As she said that, she gave up a seat beside her, and then continued to fumble for the shamisen with her head down.

From very close, you can see her fine eyelashes when she droops her eyes, her nose as high as a small snow peak, the corners of her lips are slightly raised because she likes this musical instrument very much, and her camel red complexion has a slight hint of alcohol.

This man is a little drunk.

Accepting his long stare, she raised her eyes to look at him: "Houqing can play?"

Queen.

Mingyue, what was in your mind when you chose this name?When he forgot everything, what kind of mood does Lingguang Shenjun feel every time he says this name?
Before, he thought that Lord Lingguang was attracted to him at the beginning, so he named him Houqing.

But if it's a heartbeat, if it's a liking, how can you count on your fingers the number of times you've met him in the ten thousand years?How can we regard deep affection as a chance encounter?If it was him, it would be impossible to do it after all.

Just like today, even though I knew I shouldn't meet him, I couldn't help walking in front of him, and I no longer cared about the so-called punishment and consequences.

So you should be like him when you use the deepest affection, not the state of Lingguang Shenjun that you can see for ten thousand years.

Ah.

Does this lead to the conclusion that Lingguang Shenjun was not tempted at the beginning, so he rejected him so resolutely at the beginning.Later, the so-called origin of the name "Houqing", or the letter on the peach tree, is just a kind of guilt, a kind of pure pity.

Well, even if he wasn't tempted at the beginning, what about Zhao Mingyue?What about the later Zhao Taiyin?Could it be that those are just hypocrisy, they have a relationship between husband and wife and the reality of husband and wife, she is his wife.

"I'll play it for you." Hou Xizhou stretched out his hand.

Mingyue gave him the shamisen, and then passed the pick.

The fingers are very measured and polite, so that he doesn't even have the chance to touch her fingers intentionally.

The plectrum shaped like a ginkgo leaf, and the temperature of her fingers, seemed to be scalding his cold fingers, and the pain from the fingertips was transmitted to the apex of his heart, and he squeezed the plectrum hard.

The Adam's apple moved, and he pressed the sanxian with his left hand, and held the pick with his right hand.

He didn't pick it fast like the player just now, but played it slowly and lightly, but the sound was very clear.

The timbre of the shamisen is originally quiet and pure, simple and melodious.

The sound of the zither in the late afternoon seems to be the moonlit night going up to the west building alone, the solitude of thousands of people disappearing in the wind, snow and moon, and the end of the world that waits but does not return and does not come.

Zhao Mingyue unconsciously looked at Hou Xizhou.

He looked down at the strings and said in a low voice: "Ask you when you will come here, and don't linger when you come. Life is rarely a happy gathering, but there are many partings."

"Hou Qing." Zhao Mingyue called him.

He raised his head: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Mingyue suddenly smiled slightly: "Could it be someone who misses you?"

"..." close at hand, "ah, someone who misses you."

"Hehe, even you can't escape the number. Ask what love is in this world." Zhao Mingyue raised a glass to herself.

Hou Xizhou looked at her: "Don't be greedy, you are almost drunk."

"It's okay, I'm with my colleagues, someone will take me home when I'm drunk." She didn't care about drinking, and looked at Cang Xun and Du'er in the distance.

The sound of the harp had stopped for a long time in the evening: "It's what I should do to come and take you home anytime."

"Huh?" Zhao Mingyue moved closer, "I can't hear what you said."

"I said..." Hou Xizhou's voice was more in his throat, "Happy New Year."

When will the New Year stick window grilles with you?When can you celebrate the New Year with me?When will you come home with me?
"Happy New Year." Zhao Mingyue replied kindly, "It's time to say goodbye."

Hou Xizhou suddenly grabbed her sleeve, Zhao Mingyue looked at him puzzled, then looked at her and said: "Why don't you have a few more drinks with me."

(End of this chapter)