Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

Ha ha, Meng Xiaoxiao was happy.

Maybe the ancient Lord had never heard this kind of modern pop song. It was very nice to hear her sing once in a while. Since he wants to listen, show him again.

Anyway, her predecessor, the genuine daughter Meng Xiaoxiao, is probably a girl with extremely rich artistic cells. She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has a unique voice. Now that I have inherited her literary and artistic talents, I will lose if I don't show off.

"Lord, I'll sing you another popular song." Meng Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly, turned and began to sing again.

This time, she sang "invisible wings" by Zhang Shaohan.

This is also Meng Xiaoxiao's favorite song. The lyrics in it are a true portrayal of her heart and sing her voice. In the past, in modern times, whenever she was disappointed, hesitant or helpless, she gently sang this song to comfort and encourage herself.

"Every time I wander, I am strong in loneliness. Every time I am hurt, I don't shed tears. I know I always have two invisible wings to fly with me over despair. Don't think they have a beautiful sun, I see the sunset change every day. I know I always have two invisible wings to fly with me and give me hope. I finally see all my dreams bloom and chase My young voice is so loud and clear. I finally soar and stare with my heart. I'm not afraid. I can fly as far as there is wind. Invisible wings make my dream longer than heaven. Leave a wish for myself to imagine... "

Meng Xiaoxiao sang very emotionally, and tears gradually flashed in her eyes. She seems to have returned to those lonely, ridiculed and discriminated days in modern times. After singing, she is still immersed in the aftertaste of the song. She can't return to God for a long time.

Xiao Moxuan was also moved by her singing. At this time, Meng Xiaoxiao completely revealed her completely different side from usual. She was no longer so careless and no longer so giggling. She became quiet, deep, with a touch of melancholy.

They didn't say a word for a long time, but their mood was different from that just now.

Just now, it seemed that they didn't speak with anger, but now they are integrated into the artistic conception of this song. Everyone has a lot of feelings in their hearts.

"Where did you learn all these songs? Why has Ben Wang never heard anyone sing?" after a long time, Xiao Moxuan asked again.

"A mysterious place, I have been to a mysterious place." Meng Xiaoxiao smiled faintly, without saying that he learned it in a dream.

Xiao Moxuan couldn't help but focus on the girl sitting in front of her. She only saw her dark hair blowing in the wind and shining vividly in the setting sun.

He suddenly had a strange feeling that the girl didn't know where she came from? Sometimes naive and lovely, sometimes unfathomable, maybe it really doesn't belong to their world

"What else? Sing more." Xiao Moxuan said.

"Lord, do I sing very well?" Meng Xiaoxiao turned back again, and Shui Lingling's big eyes flashed at Xiao Moxuan.

Xiao Moxuan glanced at her lightly and said coldly, "No."

Indeed, she sings very well. But looking at her expectant eyes, he just had the feeling that he wanted to say goodbye to her and didn't let her get what he wanted.

It's really hard to explain clearly. Even if he doesn't say pity for ordinary girls, he will never give face so badly.

Only Meng Xiaoxiao, from beginning to end, he was particularly critical. He always wanted to deliberately annoy her and bully her. Even he couldn't understand why?

Is it really just because she is the daughter of the Meng family? It seems that she is not all

"Since I don't think I can sing well, why should I sing? I'm not a singer. Besides, a singer can charge a few money, but I can't even hear a good word! I won't sing!" Meng Xiaoxiao turned around angrily, feeling very unhappy.

"Hehe, how much does it cost you to sing? I can give you double." Xiao Moxuan's lips slightly showed a smile, and his face was a little bright with dark clouds.

It's incredible to say. As long as he sees her angry, he often feels better. It seems that she and he are really enemies in previous lives.

"I don't want money, you can't afford what I want." Meng Xiaoxiao gently skimmed his lips.

"Isn't that what you call freedom? What can't you afford?" Xiao Moxuan scratched his lips and said sarcastically, "you're more interesting. Maybe one day when I'm in a good mood, I'll set you free."

"Hum, you think you're really my God, my land? You still set me free? What right do you have to say" set me free "? I didn't sell myself to you, and I'm not the prisoner you arrested. I'll grasp my freedom myself and don't need you to set me free!" Meng Xiaoxiao said coldly.

"Hehe, Meng Xiaoxiao, you always have more fallacies than anyone else. The king wants to see how you can grasp your freedom?" Xiao Moxuan smiled coldly, accelerated his horse speed and ignored her.

Soon we arrived at King Jing's residence. Several people got down. As soon as we entered the gate of the palace, we saw Qingqing dressed brightly and moving welcoming us with spring snow.

"Lord, you're back. These days, I've been thinking about the Lord. I haven't eaten well and slept well." Qingqing rushed into Xiao Moxuan's arms like a butterfly, regardless of so many people around.

Xiao Moxuan did not hold Qingqing as usual, but gently pushed her away with a indifferent tone: "I'm very tired."

This action not only surprised Qingqing, but also surprised Meng Xiaoxiao, because Xiao Moxuan liked to show his love to Qingqing in front of her.

Today, he and Qingqing parted. According to common sense, they should be more intimate, but he pushed away Qingqing, who was full of tenderness and looking forward to his return.

Qingqing was stunned. Although she was full of incomprehension and grievances, she still said with her gentle and charming smile: "Lord, you must be tired after a long journey. I let the kitchen burn the braised fish bones that the Lord likes to eat. After dinner later, Qingqing will help you beat your back and rub it."

"No! I have a lot of things to do. Go eat by yourself." Xiao Moxuan still looked indifferent. After saying this, he didn't look at any of them again and strode away.

"Lord... How could this happen?" looking at the cold and bleak figure, Qingqing, a woman who can hide her emotions, also filled her eyes with light tears.

She couldn't figure out why the prince, who had always loved her, went out and became so indifferent to her when he came back? Qingqing turns her questioning eyes to Meng Xiaoxiao. Meng Xiaoxiao sympathizes with her, which means I don't know.