Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The moment the pipa sounded, it was Nian huaisu's audition.

Everyone got up, waited quietly, and turned their eyes from Nian huaisu to Yan Ming.

Nian huaisu's eyebrows and eyes were all smiling, and he condensed the waiter of the wine shop under the high platform: "can you borrow a Guqin? My girl wants to try, OK?"

The waiter was already stunned. Hearing this, he got up and ran. He came back sweating. He climbed up the platform and put the Guqin in front of Yan Ming. When he stepped down, he looked at it reluctantly.

Here is still a quiet place.

Yan Ming sat in front of the guqin, gently touched the string, closed his eyes and pressed it softly. At this moment, Nian huaisu was confused.

Yan Ming is close at hand, but at this moment, he feels very far away from himself.

How far is it?

As if at first sight, no one can believe that there is such a person in the world. He looks at you and smiles, but you are crying. Just staring at you quietly, you are humble.

Children in troubled times are born in chaos and achieve great righteousness. And this righteousness is the righteousness of Xizhou. He doesn't want it. His freedom is his own and everyone's. as long as he can live happily, huaisu will have nothing to ask for in his life that year.

The sunlight can be seen on the roof of the wine shop, and the light falls on the fierce red clothes and in Yan Ming's pupils.

Many people came to see him with admiration. The silver smashed on the high platform was no longer broken silver, but gold one by one. Each place fell in the corner of Yan Ming's clothes and rolled up several times.

No one dares to touch his beauty.

His beauty was born lonely.

There is no such lofty appearance as Huaxi, and there is no such indifference as Wenzhi. His martial arts are scattered. Sitting there quietly is this painting that no one in the world can afford, a picture of a fairy.

No one has ever heard that the Emperor Ming could play the piano. This is not in line with his identity.

Life is like an illusion. When he is playing the piano, the wind sweeps up and the ink hair crosses the long eyelashes. Every smile is lonely and gloomy. He is demonizing and bewitching people's mind.

In, huaisu stopped his Pipa and just stared at the people in Taichung.

The wine shop here has a long peace. No one dares to move any more.

A pair of hot eyes looked at the people in Taichung. The boy hurriedly picked up the gold and was not happy: "today's half incense earned as much as the previous two months. I can't carry it anymore."

Although his voice was small, he still won the glare of others.

The boy quickly shut up and tried not to disturb the scene here. He stood in the distance with the gold and looked at Yan Ming with shallow eyes. He was even more happy in his heart.

How many people dare to sign the deed of sale for life?

When I first saw Nian huaisu, I heard that someone wanted to buy a domestic servant to follow. No one was willing to sell himself at a low price, but he was willing, because he saw the young man's side face in the carriage.

The curtain of the carriage was blown by the wind, and the glazed eyes on the side face were shining.

He willingly gave the deed of sale to Nian huaisu and only received five liang of silver.

Others say he is stupid, but he thinks others are stupid.

Such a beauty looked at her life and felt that she had lived a long life. Only when he came into contact with Yan Ming did he find that he had been cheated. How can such a beauty be a woman? He is a man to the letter!

But... It's worth following general Nian since then.

Two beauties will surely make him live longer

The boy thought, holding the gold in his arms and laughing happily.

The piano sound fell, and the cheering voice in the wine shop didn't think of it again, and everyone was still staring at it.

When the spring breeze brushed his face, the boy gently stretched his waist, got up and left towards Nian huaisu, ready to leave. At this time, everyone in the wine shop was in a hurry.

How can this musician leave as soon as he comes?

Here we go. What else are they looking at here?

Now it's boring to see him and others. It's good to spend a lot of money and look at him quietly.

Yan Ming frowned: "don't you go?"

This question is very strange. How can anyone leave after earning enough money? A few hours is a few hours. Nian huaisu smiled and his eyes fell on Yan Ming: "are you tired?"

Yan Ming shook his head: "I'm hungry."

As soon as these words fell, there were too many voices in the wine shop: "I have food here!"

The spring breeze floated, and the beautiful man glanced at the people. Everyone's fingers pointed to his desk and looked at him without blinking.

But on the second floor, there are clothes floating, which are wing rooms.

Yan Ming glanced lightly, but smiled: "see an acquaintance, go back."

After saying that, he was helped off the stage by the boy and turned to the wing room. At this time, the boss looked at the direction he left and was afraid. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Can they offend those in the wing room?

Since the owner of the wine shop hesitated, the fierce red clothes entered the wing room, the side outline was exposed at the window, smiled and looked down at the woman in green in the wing room, calling her name: "qingluan."

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Although the wing room is separated by a curtain, it is also half separated. Everyone can see everything there.

The woman called qingluan is the princess of Yindu. She was defeated by Beiyuan, but she was sent here by the God of war to occupy the former East Palace as the residence, guard the deceased Prince Beiyuan, and still assume the position of princess.

The owner of the wine shop hurried around, but he didn't dare to stop it.

In, huaisu stroked the Pipa and smiled: "it's OK. My girl met the princess."

It's easy to say, but the owner of the wine shop can only recognize it. From time to time, he looks at the movement above and wipes the sweat on his forehead: "Miss Huai Su, what you say is what you say."

Nian huaisu smiled and continued to caress the pipa.

Everything has returned to its previous appearance. Although there are many people in the wine shop, it is still quiet. In the dispersion of time, it is gradually lively.

Many people are talking about the person who caresses the Guqin. Everyone is excited in their eyes and occasionally condenses carefully towards the wing room.

The wing room was quiet and dull.

Qingluan sat in the soft seat and smiled: "eighth Lord, now living in poverty, how can you live this art life?"

Without the previous cleverness and fear, qingluan looked at Yan Ming faintly.

Who in the state of Zhou doesn't know about all the martial arts? The murderous Emperor Ming is no longer what he used to be. He has become a man beaten by people in Eastern Shu.

But who can do it with that face?

Yan Ming sat opposite qingluan and poured tea with a smile: "Eastern Shu can't accommodate me, so he came to Yindu to play. It's not advisable to sell art, but forced by life."

He would not have said such words before.

What was Yan Ming like in the past?

Qingluan was stunned, some at a loss, but still with a smile: "this black hair is the same as the once medical immortal hand. It is dyed. Qingluan can see it."

The action of pouring tea did not stop. Yan Ming raised his hand and poured tea to qingluan himself.

Qingluan suddenly got up and coagulated the tea: "what are you doing?"

Yan Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled: "afraid of my poisoning?"

Qingluan was in a hurry and didn't dare to say anything more: "I didn't think so, but... Just..."

She couldn't decide what to say.

Yan Ming smiled, "you don't have to be afraid of martial arts without poison. What's more, I can't afford Dongshu Gu now. You can probably see it."

Qingluan frowned and refused to say anything more. She watched the beautiful man eat the food on her table. The action is elegant, the lips are smiling, and even the action of drinking tea is like painting.

Occasionally, Yan Ming looks sideways at Nian huaisu outside the window of the wing room, with beautiful glazed eyes with light.

Under the table, qingluan clenched her fist and whispered, "that rebirth Gu..."

"Do you want it?" Yan Ming said.

At this question, qingluan was completely confused: "I am willing to pay any price for long Ziqing!"

Yan Ming's action was stiff for a minute. He got up and looked back at qingluan gently at the moment when he walked out: "go against the sky, long Ziqing and you will have a bad end, so it's ok?"