The Proud Ugly Girl's Addicted Foolish Husband

Chapter 80 The Birthday Banquet Palace Explains What Do You Mean (1)
Wearing a pink peach blossom blouse, a pleated skirt with a light silk peach blossom pattern, and a light pink water-smoked thin veil on her body.The long black and smooth hair was tied into a beautiful bun, and a few strands were deliberately scattered and placed on the sides of the shoulders, with a youthful feeling like a girl, and a face that is not very outstanding but also fresh and jade It's a little bit smart and delicate.

The slender and tender hands like green onions plucked and danced on the lyre lightly and skillfully, and beautiful notes flew out from the woman's fingers one by one.

The woman's eyes always pass by a place unintentionally or intentionally, with a hint of sadness and incomprehension in the eyes.On the contrary, it complements the woman's fragility and need for love and affection.

It made the officials and dignitaries below who were eating and drinking excited, but they also knew what the occasion was and the identity of the woman in front of them.

It's not that Xiao Mingjun doesn't know that the vague eyes are looking at him, and it's not that he doesn't know the affection the woman playing the piano has for him.

It's just that he doesn't have feelings for her, so how can he accept her intention? It's because he treats her as his younger sister that he doesn't want to hurt her.If it was another woman, if she married, she would marry, and he would not feel guilty.He pulled Ning Yu who was watching the safety of Xiao Routuan Gong Lin, "Ning Yu, it's so good that I used to be your master. Even if you changed masters, you didn't become an enemy! Come and have a few drinks with me." Cup to go."

The corners of Ning Yu's mouth twitched as he was being pulled, black lines appeared.Of course he knew why the man in front of him invited him to drink. He had already understood the affection of the young lady for Xiao Mingjun, and there was no need to invite one of his subordinates to drink with him.

"Master Biao, my subordinates have something else to do, please find someone else to drink, Master Biao!" Ning Yu was about to leave when someone pinned his shoulders.

"No, it's you." Xiao Mingjun said forcefully, "My son wants you today."

Xiao Mingjun who was talking was obviously a little drunk.

Mu Yifeng looked at the woman playing the piano. It was clearly a song "Congratulations", but it forcefully made her play a few wisps of mourning and melancholy.

Looking at the woman's eyes, she clearly always looked at this side unintentionally, and she also saw some clues.

"Ning Yu, young master, I'll take care of it, you can go with this young master!" Ru Feng's voice was filled with indifference and a touch of bitterness.

I originally turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.Recalling the expression on the young master's face when he first arrived at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, I'm afraid he already has someone in his heart.only….

All the emotions are like a sigh from the bottom of my heart, those are other people's affairs, as long as I take good care of the young master, and then protect the little light source in my heart that is not enough to warm my heart, this life is enough.

"It's ugly, lady, she plays really ugly, not as good as Xiaoxiang, Xiaoxiang plays the best." Wuying Lianxin looked at Xiao Linqin on the stage while eating the shrimp that Gong Qianbai peeled for him Said proudly.

It seems that the person named Xiaoxiang plays well, it is because he plays well.

Plot conversion (still a novice, don't know what to do, please forgive me):

"Ah Choo, Ah Choo, Ah Choo..."

A man in white with black hair hanging around his waist held a white silk handkerchief in his slender white hand.The man put the white silk handkerchief together with his long, white, bony hands between his nose, and wiped away the non-existent snot with an innate nobleness in his elegant movements.

"My lord, are you alright!"

Standing behind the white-clothed man was a man in Tsing-cloth who looked ordinary but a little cute, with two conspicuous dimples on his face when he moved slightly, looked at the white-clothed man in front of him and asked with concern.The prince has sneezed no less than twenty times since morning.

(End of this chapter)