Xin Mo'er quietly admired the women who carried them on their performance talents. At first, she thought it was quite interesting, but later she felt it became more and more boring.
This is not a talent show, it is clearly a performance of erotic poems and erotic dances?
The girls who wrote the poems expressed their love for Nangong Yun in their hearts.
Those dancing eyes were as charming as silk, staring straight at Nangong Yun who was sitting under the stage without watching her performance.
"This is not a performance, it's just a dirty eye." Feng Qingyu couldn't help but stutter and turned his head to look at Xin Mo'er, "Mo'er, stop watching, so as not to ruin you."
Xin Mo'er's face fell off. Does she still use people to teach her badly? What kind of actresses in her era? The movies were flying all over the sky. She would be considered good if she didn't teach others badly.
Xin Moer poured herself a cup of peach blossom wine and drank it for herself. The wine was mellow and delicious, not very strong, and she wanted to drink it after drinking it, but poured one cup after another, without slowing down.
Feng Qingyu took action to snatch the wine glass from Xin Mo'er's hand, and couldn't help scolding, "You are a girl, why are you drinking so much wine for? "
Xin Mo'er glanced at her empty hands and frowned unhappily, "I'm going to give it back to me."
"No! Look at what the black fox has taught you!" Feng Qingyu was very unhappy.
"What are you doing if you are not allowed to pull me and him together? I am born with such a temperament, what do you have to do with him?" Xin Mo'er's tone was impatient.
"Look at which woman here looks like you, why didn't she drink alcohol? She drinks tea. Is it okay if you look like your daughter?"
Xin Mo'er gave him a fierce look, meaning that you are so careless!
Feng Qingyu understood the meaning in her eyes and shrugged indifferently, "It's useless for you to snatch me. I'm your uncle, so you should."
Xin Mo'er's eyes swept around, "You are my uncle, you have to care about me? In addition to the eunuchs in the palace, the palace maids and guards, who are not older than me? If they are all
Don't bother me, am I still exhausted?"
Feng Qingyu was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and said seriously, "Can those people compare with me? I am the closest to you, don't taint my relationship with you with others."
Xin Mo'er curled her lips, reached out her hand, threatening, "Uncle, give me a cup. I finally came to the palace, but you didn't let me eat enough. I will never come to the palace again next time
, you can't even see me."
Feng Qingyu was a little annoyed, "When did you learn all the tricks of your father?"
Xin Mo'er pouted disdainfully, "Is there any?" She didn't have to learn from him at all.
Feng Qingcang has been quietly tasting Zhu Yeqing. Now that he heard their conversation, he finally spoke, "Feng Qingyu, do you feel that your health has been better for a while and you haven't got any disease, and you want to taste it again
Have you tasted the taste of resting in bed?"
Feng Qingyu shook his body and was a little annoyed, "You said, "You have been using Badou to me several times, but I haven't settled the score with you yet. Now you dare to mention this matter first, you really think I'm born good.
Is it bullying?!"
Feng Qingcang stared at him quietly for two seconds and said softly, "It seems that Croton is still lighter, so he should put some dumb pills."
Feng Qingyu was shocked, and the wine glass in his hand shook and fell on the table. He spontaneously covered his mouth with both hands, for fear that he would really put mute medicine into his mouth.
"Look at your promising prospects." Feng Qingcang withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at him.
Feng Qingyu realized it later and felt that his actions were too extreme, but this was not thanks to him. He was already afraid of him in his heart if he poisoned him at any time.
He stared at his side face with resentment for two seconds, and retracted his gaze unwillingly.
Seeing that his wine glass fell, Xin Mo'er quickly reached to his mat and picked it up. She had just poured a glass of wine again, but the cup was knocked down by Feng Qingcang.
"What are you doing?" Xin Mo'er was overly excited when she saw the wine spilling all over the floor. She felt that Feng Qingcang really had to deal with it.
Feng Qingcang didn't even look at her, and ordered Lan Yin standing behind her, "Prepare a clean cup for her again."
Lan Yin took the order and immediately went down, and soon brought a clean wine glass that no one had used before and put it in front of Xin Mo'er.
Feng Qingyu can no longer bear it anymore. Isn’t it necessary to be so clean? He gritted his teeth and called out his name, "Feng Qingcang, you better pray for yourself."
Don't fall into my hands, otherwise I will make you look good!"
Feng Qingcang didn't even look at him, his eyes staring ahead, and his expression was still faint, "Wait until that day, you can say this again."
Xin Mo'er looked at the two of them fighting each other, like a child, and scolded him very unhappily, "Okay! Watch the show! Even eating can't block your mouth."
Seeing that she was unhappy, Feng Qingyu stopped pestering her, and relucted to resign, and muttered in a small voice, "What's the best thing about her? It's better to see you than you."
Unexpectedly, his words were heard by Feng Qingcang and Nangong Yun who were transparent in his ears. Both of them had a cup of wine in their hands, and thoughts appeared in their eyes.
Xin Mo'er's eyes swept to the stage.
Someone happened to be changed on the stage.
The beautiful piano sound was played by the great musician in the palace. It can be heard that the piano skills are quite high. It is obviously not the same person as the person who played the previous song. It can be seen that the status of a woman who is about to appear should be
Not low, even the pianist has changed.
In a moment, a girl with a arrogant face, a phoenix golden hairpin on her hair, and a look similar to Concubine Hua, walked onto the stage and danced gracefully.
A big peony is printed on her green green gilt, and the pink daffodils are scattered in green leaves and their hair is scattered.
The hangs on both sides, dancing gently, like a fairy who grows lotus step by step, beautiful and charming.
Many people's eyes were attracted by her and could not be moved away.
Xin Mo'er blinked her eyes and stared at the beautiful woman on the stage, and couldn't help but say, "It's so beautiful. People are beautiful, and dance is beautiful."
Feng Qingcang shook the wine glass in his hand, and some wine spilled out. He turned his head to look at her, "I only heard men praise women for being beautiful, but I never heard women praise women for being beautiful. You are so generous."
"It's beautiful! This is an indisputable fact. What's there to be stingy about praising me?" Xin Moer argued and added, "Beautiful means beautiful, it's a pity. The vision is too sharp and the momentum is too impatient.
People are not considered good birds.”
Feng Qingcang nodded in agreement, "You still have some vision."
Xin Mo'er raised her head, "I have always had a good vision. The only thing that has lost my standards is why I recognized you as a father."