Cute pet turtle concubine: The fox king, please climb away

Chapter 176 About Playing the Qin to the Cow 2
She raised her hand, wanting to add some spiritual power to Xiao Lan, but found that she still couldn't use it. She didn't know when the spiritual power would recover. It seems that in the coming day, she still needs to ask Mei Qingli for advice. , put Xiaolan under the quilt, covered it with a quilt, and walked out by herself.

She really didn't dare to sleep anymore, and she would dream whenever she fell asleep, and they were all nightmares, and every time she woke up, it was like being torn apart.

Walking out the door, sitting under the tree, involuntarily picked a leaf from the tree, gently put it on his lips and blew it.

I don't know how the second brother and Ru'er are doing?She left, is "mother" sad?Nalan Wushuang would probably be angry.

Although it's just a fake show, it still has feelings after all.

The leaf in his hand was blown by Wu Xiaonuan with a crisp sound, the voice was faint, with a unique lightness, the man stopped in his footsteps, and then laughed.

"Little turtle, can you still blow leaves?"

Seeing that the person who came was Mei Qingli, Wu Xiaonuan couldn't help but smile: "This is what my old friend taught me."

The man couldn't help raising his eyebrows, why didn't he remember that she had an old friend?

Mei Qingli smiled and said, "This king can teach you how to play the piano."

Wu Xiaonuan said in her heart that she was taught the piano at the palace banquet, and her ears were poisoned countless times. She didn't learn it at that time, and the conversation was no different from that of cotton, so naturally she didn't want to learn it anymore.

"No need, I just appreciate this grassroots music."

Mei Qingli: "..'

"Sure enough, it's playing the piano to a cow."

Wu Xiaonuan glanced at Mei Qingli: "The most painful thing in this world is not playing the piano to a cow, but a narcissistic cow playing the piano to you, and you can't understand what it is playing."

Mei Qingli was almost furious.

However, he suddenly curled his lips into a smile: "Of course, I don't want to show off the piano music to a nine-thousand-year-old, because I know that what it appreciates is vulgar art."

Wu Xiaonuan: "..."

"Hey, Mei Qingli, did you burn my book?"

Mei Qingli raised her eyebrows: "What?"

Wu Xiaonuan lamented: "That's a classic I've kept for a long time, some of them are even out of print, why are you doing this!"

It's okay not to say anything, but as soon as Mei Qingli was mentioned, he thought of the romance between men and women in the book, and the erotic pictures popped up, and he immediately glanced at Wu Xiaonuan.

"Is this what you call art? Why, in my opinion, are they all little yellow books about performance art?"

"Little Yellow Book—"

Mei Qingli raised her eyebrows and looked at her, with a hint of teasing on the corners of her lips.

"If you want to learn something, you can come to me. The so-called performance art, I will spare no effort to teach you, huh?"

Wu Xiaonuan's face flushed instantly.

Why, as long as he speaks, he is always ambiguous?

The man was still breathing by his ear, thinking that he had kissed her before, Wu Xiaonuan couldn't help but took two steps back, separated by a few meters, Wu Xiaonuan said: "The moonlight is good today, not bad."

Mei Qingli looked up.

"Little turtle, don't you realize that today is cloudy?"

The corners of Wu Xiaonuan's lips twitched a little, well, today is cloudy, and when she got excited just now, she became a little unscrupulous, and she didn't know why, as long as she met Mei Qingli, she would have nothing to do with him.

Blushing at the words, Wu Xiaonuan said, "I just can't sleep and come out for a walk."

Mei Qingli thought that she seemed to have been having nightmares before, and slowly walked forward: "Little turtle, what are you afraid of?"

Wu Xiaonuan couldn't help but froze, and took two steps back.

(End of this chapter)