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Chapter 142, someone under the table (seven more)

"Don't mess around."

He scolded him faintly, and Mu Changqing looked at Mu Lingyin and said softly.

"Miss, don't care. What Mu said before was not malicious. The song was adapted very well and very nicely. If you can, it would be more perfect if you are more generous."

After saying that, Mu Changqing turned around and entered the hall.

Staying here will only make everyone embarrassed.

She rolled her eyes a little boredly, and Yun Zhixi followed Mu Changqing into the hall.

The remaining listeners in the hall looked at each other, and even the wine in the glass became uncomfortable.

After a while of silence, Mu Lingyin came to her senses and wanted to say a few words, but the man had disappeared.

It turns out that he is the Hou of Chang'an County, I should have thought of it.

Otherwise, who would dare to comment on his poems at will?

It's over, it's over.

Now he will definitely not have any good influence in his heart.

If this matter is spread, it is very likely to become a joke for colleagues.

At this time, the guests' conversation sounded in his ears inappropriately.

"I suddenly felt that the song that Miss Mu sang just now seemed to have less flavor."

"Yes, Miss Mu was out of standard today."

"Are Chang'an County Housing also a master of Quzhong?"

With a bitter smile, Mu Lingyin walked into the curtain in dismay.

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"Mr. Mu, what happened outside just now? I heard it very lively?"

The people in the hall were still chatting with each other, and Zhao Ci walked to Mu Changqing with his wine glass.

Mu Changqing naturally would not stop tasting Zhao Ci's toast like others. After three cups were filled, he said casually.

"I just heard a little song, and Mu gave me some advice."

"Is that right? The woman used Mr. Mu's poems to sing songs, and got her own designation. It was a good story when it was spread."

That's right, it's just a good story, and everyone who guides want to die.

Yun Zixi covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

After staying in the hall for a while, the literati had to play the trick of poetry and lyrics. Isn’t this the thing a gathering of literati?

Mu Changqing naturally had no interest.

Besides, if he participates, others probably won’t have any interest in competing for the leader.

Mu Changqing stood up and said goodbye, but everyone tried to keep him without forcing him.

Seeing that Mu Changqing had left, Yun Zhixi was naturally not interested in listening to a group of people talking about some sour poems and the like, so she stood up and left with Mu Changqing.

Just as I opened the door and was about to leave, I saw a woman dressed in a maid walking anxiously at the door.

Seeing Mu Changqing coming out, the woman's eyes lit up immediately, and then she hurriedly walked to him.

"House of Chang'an County, my lady wants to invite you to the third floor to listen to the music."

After saying that, he didn't even dare to look at Mu Changqing, and left in a hurry after leaving a pink invitation.

Listen to the music?

Mu Changqing smiled knowingly.

It is natural that there is no need to say who this invitation comes from.

Unexpectedly, I became her first guest in the show?

Before he could open the invitation to watch it, his little hands reached over and took the invitation from Mu Changqing's hand over.

"Bad guy, you, you are not allowed to go."

Originally, Mu Changqing had no intention of going to the third floor, but he couldn't help but joke when he saw Yun Zhixi jumping.

"Why can't I go?"

I couldn't think of this, but Yun Zhixi still pulled Mu Changqing's sleeve and pouted her mouth and was very unhappy.

"Don't think that I don't know what's going on here. Anyway, you're not allowed to go."

"If you think about it, go home to find Sister Hua Ji, the woman here is not clean. I am afraid that you will get sick."

Yo.

Little girl knows a lot about movies?

He reached out and pulled his round little face. Mu Changqing laughed and walked downstairs. Yun Zhixi raised her slender eyebrows. Although she was bullied by him again, she seemed very happy this time.

"Bad guy, wait for me."

The girl held the hem of her skirt and chased the man in front of her, tearing the invitation in her hand to pieces and throwing it into the corner.

It was already night, and the nightlife of Chang'an people was as colorful as it was. The streets were crowded with people, and there were endless shouts of shouting and hawking.

After sending Yun Zhixi back home, Mu Changqing went to Xu's mansion to see it again, and then did not stay in the city for a long time and walked towards the suburbs.

When I returned to the bamboo courtyard, I saw that Hua Ji had not come back yet. Mu Changqing was bored and simply continued to write the follow-up chapters of the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio in the house.

Before I could write, the gate of the courtyard was gently pushed open, and then a gust of fragrant wind floated by.

Without looking, Mu Changqing knew who was coming when he smelled the smell.

Twisting his stunningly delicate buttocks, Qin Mei walked to Mu Changqing with a smile on her face. She first glanced at the inner room and saw that there was no woman's figure, so she sat down naturally and reached out to grind him.

"What did you do today? Why are you smelling alcohol?"

After slapping his nose, Qin Mei asked thoughtfully.

"A friend treats a meal and can't refuse, so he drank a little."

"I know that you men are inevitably going to drink and talk about things when you are socializing outside, but if you can drink less, you will drink less. This thing is not good for your health."

"I know, if there is no need for me in the future, I will drink less."

Meet the pair of concerned eyes, Mu Changqing replied softly, then held the soft horn in front of him in the palm of his hand.

A breeze through the hall blew, swaying and dizzying as the lights swayed.

The beauty is on the side, and the red sleeves are filled with fragrance. Mu Changqing finds that he is writing a little faster today.

But as I wrote it, something was wrong.

I don't know when the shadow beside me had already reached the table, and I was holding my little hand and pulling my belt hard.

"Shopkeeper Qin, what are you doing?"

Mu Changqing's tone trembled as he grabbed the restless little hand.

"What do you think?"

He raised his head and glanced at the man in a charming manner. Qin Mei continued to untickle the troublesome belt with her other little hand.

"Hua Ji, Hua Ji is back in a while."

"Isn't this back yet? And don't the young master find this exciting?"

"It's better not to do it?"

After swallowing his saliva, Mu Changqing felt a little hot with his hands and feet.

"Is that true?"

"Young Master said no, but his body is very honest?"

With a giggle, Mu Changqing felt like she was wrapped in a burst of warmth.

What a fascinating fairy who is not worth his life...

Just as Mu Changqing was carefully experiencing the tenderness that Qin Mei brought to him, the gate of the courtyard was gently pushed open again, and then a graceful figure walked towards the room.

"Mulang, you're back"

"You haven't eaten yet, Hua Ji is going to cook for you now."

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