Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 387: Qing Song (1)
In the Hall of Changxin, the Queen Mother casually played with the seven-colored wood parrot. After playing for a long time, she became a little bored and said impatiently: "Arnuo, is Anuo back yet?"

"Queen Mother, Aunt Nuo has gone to pick up Miss Zhuo." A maid hurriedly replied.

"This Anuo, why are you going to pick her up? Don't you know that the Ai family can't leave her for a moment?" The queen mother said coldly, "Send someone to take a look and let Anuo come back, don't pay attention to that Girl, she is late, the Ai family will punish her naturally."

"Yes!" The maid turned around and wanted to lift the curtain, and said happily, "Aunt Nuo, you are back."

A Nuo and Bitter Job's tears came in one after the other, and smiled gently when they heard the sound: "Queen Mother, the servant is worried that the Queen Mother will not sleep well, and is anxious to see the appearance of Mengcao, so I can't wait to meet Miss Bitter Job's tears. The Queen Mother Look, Dream Grass looks like this, it's not unusual, I'm looking at extraordinary products."

The Queen Mother reached out to take the dream grass, and nodded slightly: "A strange thing is not a strange shape, but a pleasant nature. Just like the person who sent it, although beautiful, if you don't get along, it's just a beauty's embryo. , and may not be very smart, but she can solve the Ai family's many problems one by one, and she can be regarded as a woman who does not let her eyebrows go."

After finishing speaking, he focused his eyes on the bitter barley standing tall, and Bingsen said: "Little girl, I will try it with dream grass tonight. If you don't see the person you want to see in your dream, your head will not be on your neck tomorrow. What will happen now?" Do you regret it?"

"Dream grass is true, women dare not tease the queen mother, so they can keep their heads." Bitter barley saluted, with a respectful expression, but neither humble nor overbearing, not afraid at all.

The Queen Mother said coldly, "little girl, since you dare to come, I will trust you a little bit. Ah Cheng, I planted the dream grass well, and planted it under the crabapple tree. When I watch the moon at night, I will let Aijia See how it breaks out of the ground."

The maid named Ah Cheng immediately stepped forward to hold the dream grass and walked away cautiously.

The Queen Mother lazily sat back on the red sandalwood concubine's couch, her eyes were bloodshot, while she was rubbing her brain, she closed her eyes and meditated.

It's like I didn't sleep well last night.

The hall was silent.

It was so quiet that people were terrified.

A Nuo quietly stepped forward, as usual, lightly beat the Queen Mother's shoulder with her beauty fist, and called softly: "Queen Mother, you are restless, why don't you let Kuyi play a song to relieve your fatigue The bitter girl knows a lot of tunes, maybe the queen mother likes it, I don't know."

The queen mother waved her hand, looking very tired.

Difficulty sleeping every night is really ruining a person's face, not to mention she is already an old man.

"The servant is going to get the Phoenix Qin." A Nuo said, got up and walked to the left side of the hall, and quickly came out with the Phoenix Qin.

The Phoenix Qin is indeed a masterpiece among the pianos, with golden light and brilliant color, like a sleeping phoenix.

Carefully holding the bitter barley in his hand, he secretly admired it, it is more beautiful than his mother's Ziluan Qin.

A Nuo looked at her tenderly, his eyes full of the color of wings, and said softly: "Miss Kuyi, the sound of this piano is like a natural sound, and it cannot be played unless it is a good tune. gone."

The underlying meaning seems to be a reminder.

If she played it badly, let alone she couldn't save Ah Fang, even she herself would be on the verge of hanging.

Kuyi smiled lightly and didn't answer. He calmed down first, pressed the piano platform with his hands, and hooked the phoenix strings with his fingers, as if they were randomly dialed. The disease is not slow, and it is the beauty under the shade of flowers fluttering and fluttering butterflies. When her tenderness is full of affection, a crane flies up to carry her away, with long hair fluttering, fairy clothes hanging down, and rustling style.

(End of this chapter)