Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

This girl's face may not be the best, she is better than no other girl's kitsch.

With a fresh smell, people feel very comfortable.

It seems that the old mother is also careful to find her a good girl.

Mu yun'an leaned on the chair, supported her chin with one hand, and asked lazily, "the girl looks so beautiful. I don't know if her name is just as good?"

Bi'er opens the door and sees that it's a little Zhengtai. She's still a little surprised. She looks at the appearance of his second ancestor and the tone

That's right. That's what my mother said.

"My girl." Bi'er made a little gift, without too much flattering expression, which was just right.

"Oh, it's bil." Muyun'an waved, and then her eyes fell on the piano in her arms, "please play a song for me."

Bi'er sits on the couch next to the screen with her piano in her arms. She plucks the strings and adjusts the tone.

"I'll make a fool of myself." Bi'er closes her eyes, pauses, and a smooth tune pours out of her fingers for three days.

Mu Yun An was stunned and put down Er Lang's legs.

It's right to listen and recognize people.

Mu yun'an narrowed her eyes. She heard the noble sentiment from this song, and her intention was lofty.

In any case, as a woman, she can not be without a little resentment and unwilling.

However, there is no reluctance or grievance in this song.

It seems that bi'er is not an ordinary person.

Although mu yun'an's mind had already gone to the clouds, he was still listening to the music.

When the last note falls, bi'er opens her eyes, touches her own piano and stands up gracefully. "I'm not good at playing piano. I hope you don't have to blame me."

Although she said that, she didn't look shy. Obviously, she was confident in her piano skills.

"The girl is modest. She is very good at playing piano. I wonder if other skills of the girl are as good as this one." That's a very explicit statement.

After all, everyone knows where it is and who the girls are.

Bi'er took a step back in her arms and said, "young master, I'm not a showman."

Indeed, there are some gentry in the brothel. They do not sell themselves.

But this is a very small number, most people are forced by the poverty of their families, or by the threat of their old mother, and finally surrender.

Mu Yun an simple smile, a face is too innocent.

"Miss bi'er, what are you talking about? I'm asking if you can sing, dance or something

Always listen to her play, although good, but also boring.

Bi'er is a little embarrassed. She can't help but blush behind her ears. She thinks

"I can sing." Answered bi'er.

All the women here have to learn a skill to please the guests and help them when necessary.

"Bi'er's voice is so beautiful that she must sing a wonderful song." Mu yun'an clapped with great cooperation, not embarrassed.

This is really a good place.

No wonder so many people are addicted to gentleness.

Bi'er cleared her throat and was about to speak.

There was a sudden noise outside the door, and then the door was rudely pushed open and banged against the wall.