Feng Er and the other eleven people don't know when they started calling Wuming Gongzi, but they still have the habit of calling Feng Wuhen Miss. They don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional. Although Feng Wuhen stops him every time, it is of no use every time.
They tried their best to stop it but were resolved by Wu Ming.
Wuming doesn't care what they call them, otherwise why would they tear up their contract? When you meet people with good intentions, only if they are grateful to you and please you, will they repay you at the risk of their lives, even...
Life began slowly like this, especially the two little girls Eleven and Twelve. Wuming never had the heart to blame, even if he made a mistake, as long as it was not a particularly big mistake. This made Feng Wuhen wonder why the man in front of him didn't.
Because of their lust, they have no wealth, and it ends their status as slaves.
Now that the manor has entered normal operation, Wuming now plays the piano, dongxiao, chess, calligraphy and painting. These things appear in his own mind, as if he might be able to think of something through experience.
Music can cultivate a person's sentiment and sublimate a person's spirit.
Qin, also known as Yaoqin, Yuqin, commonly known as Guqin, is an ancient plucked instrument with seven strings and no frets. Qin, as a special culture, summarizes and represents ancient and mysterious Eastern thoughts.
Thinking about some songs in my mind, the details of calligraphy and painting, there are many constant flashes but I can't catch them.
Who was I before and what did I do? The feeling of boredom and panic was really disturbing. I got up and pushed away the people and wanted to go out for a walk.
He looked up and saw Feng Wuhen's beautiful cold eyes looking at him just as he walked to his door.
"Is something wrong? No hate."
For this woman with icy muscles and jade bones, who was cold to the bone, I only felt pity for her, and her eyes were only cold and sad.
"I want to go back and take revenge. If I can successfully take revenge, I will rush back immediately. If I die, I will repay your kindness in the next life."
"No, if you go back now, you will only die and your sacrifice will be in vain."
"But it's better than now. My heart is cut by a knife every day. Even if I die, I will go back and try."
"Don't worry, three months, you will be able to assassinate him in three months."
"Tomorrow you will start learning the Twelve Heavenly Formations and the Clone Shadow Sword. In three months, you can do your own thing." Wuming looked at Feng Wuhen seriously and said with concern.
"Why are you so nice to me?" Feng Wuhen said, staring into Wuming's deep eyes without blinking.
"I don't want to see a beautiful woman lose her beauty like this." After saying that, she walked towards the backyard.
Looking at that arrogant and lonely figure, Feng Wuhen also trembled in his heart. It seems that he is also a person with a story. He always thought that he was the most miserable, and he was...,,,,,,,
But he still cares about himself despite being so miserable.
At night, Feng Wuhen knocked on the door of Wuming's room.
who?
"I am Wuhen", his voice was a little trembling.
Wuming stood up and opened the door, and she walked into the room silently.
As soon as Wuming closed the door, he felt like he was hugged by a cool body. Although Wuming and Qingzhu had a frank meeting last time, even her body was hurt, but at that time, he was confused and the real pleasure seemed like a dream. Now he is being held by this
The ice beauty hugged her and felt the majesty and firmness of her chest.
"Wuhen, what's wrong with you? Wuming turned around gently." Feng Wuhen blushed and hugged his neck.
It was a bit surprising to see her aura that was completely different from her usual coldness.
"You want me?" His voice sounded like a mosquito.
What's wrong with you? Ice muscle and jade bone are the best words to describe her.
"Don't you even agree to this request?" her voice was resentful and even more silent. She was very grateful to the handsome and beautiful man in front of her, and she liked him a little, so she was afraid that something would happen in the future and she would not be able to repay him. Thinking of this, she
Make this decision.
Wuming is not a person who is unmoved by beauty. All the beauties have said that if he doesn't do it, he would be sorry for his "brother". Besides, all men in the world are lustful.
He blew into her ear; "Don't regret it." His voice was magnetic and a little hoarse.
Her body trembled, and her arms tightened around his neck.
Wuming hugged her delicate body that was a bit cold but as warm as jade, looked at the nervous woman with her eyes closed, and sighed in his heart, why are you going through this?
He carried her to the bed and gently placed her on the bed, kissing her eyes, nose, and finally holding her lips. A faint fragrance spread into his nose, very faint but very good.
Maybe it was because he took the initiative to sacrifice himself. As soon as he kissed her on the lips, she also cooperated passionately. Wuming was not an expert, but the two of them still cooperated very well. They were natural.
His hands groped up and down her exquisite body with distinct convex and concave shapes, and finally touched the breasts that were lying but still pointed,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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Wuming woke up the next day and looked at Wuhen curled up in his arms. Only when he fell asleep would he take off his cold disguise.
Thinking of her craziness last night, she is such a brave girl. Now she doesn't have to get up today.
He stood up and covered her with the quilt, kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the room gently.
Wuming stood on a high ground, feeling very depressed and took out a Xiao that he made.
Xiao, also known as Dongxiao, is a wind instrument. There are five sound holes in the front and one sound hole in the back. Except for two depressions near the two ends, the rest are the same as modern bamboo flutes. Zhou Lianggong's "Fujian" in the Qing Dynasty
"Xiaoji" records: "Dehua porcelain flutes are bright white in color and fine in style, but there are hundreds of branches and none of them are in tune; when combined, the sound is sad and loud, far away on the bamboo." It can be seen that the firing is not easy.
Modern flutes are made of purple bamboo, yellow withered bamboo or white bamboo, with a total length of 70-78 cm, and an inner diameter of the tube body of 1.2-1.4 cm. There are bamboo joints at the upper end, and the lower end and the inside of the tube are hollow. The upper end has a mouthpiece on the edge, and six holes are opened in the middle of the tube body.
There are three sound holes, five in the front and one in the back. Two sound holes are opened in the lower part of the back for tuning. Two auxiliary sound holes are opened below to beautify the tone, increase the volume, and tie the floating ear. There is no membrane.
holes. Some flutes have eight sound holes and are equipped with copper sockets to fine-tune the pitch.
Common Xiaos include the Zizhu Dong Xiao, the Nine-section Xiao and the Black Lacquer Nine-section Xiao. The Purple Bamboo Dong Xiao has a thicker pipe with no limit on the number of sections and a deep and loud tone. It is mostly used for solos or ensembles; the Nine-section Xiao has nine sections on the pipe.
The sections are engraved with various patterns or text carvings, and some are inlaid with bone rings at the lower end; the nine-section flute is black-lacquered, and the outer body of the pipe is coated with black paint. These two types of nine-section flute have honest pronunciation and beautiful tone.
The Xiao in Wuming's heart is a purple bamboo Xiao. He thinks of the many people he has forgotten and wonders if anyone will remember him.
Thinking of the song "Forget-Me-Not" that I remembered, I played it unconsciously, and a faint melancholy slowly rose, making people feel a little desolate and lonely. But it was also pleasant to the ears.
The sound of the flute and the lonely figure stood between heaven and earth with an indescribable desolation. When the song was played, I turned around and saw Beiming Wushuang standing behind me, looking at me with complicated eyes.
She is still dressed in plain clothes, and her figure is always so otherworldly. Such a desireless woman is indeed the behind-the-scenes patron saint of a large family.
"When did you come?" Wuming said hoarsely, looking at her even more intently.
"Why aren't you welcome? I haven't visited them for so many days." Bei Ming Wushuang said a little sadly.
"I am an ordinary person with no roots, and you are a busy person. There are so many things to do every day, and I am afraid of disturbing you."
"I'm so quick to lie. I'm surrounded by beautiful women. How can I be remembered?" Beiming Wushuang looked at Wuming and said playfully, unable to see the fluctuations in his heart.
"You misunderstood, it's not actually you." Wuming was even more flustered, she knew,,,,,
"No need to explain, I just came to see you." He said that he disappeared in a flash.
Wuming stood there in a daze, women are always incomprehensible, fairies also have a woman's character, do they hate me or are they sad?
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