Yu Wenhao snorted, "She is extremely good at flattering others."
Yuan Qingling investigated for several days and found that Huiding Hou liked to listen to music in Qingcheng Villa.
However, he didn't go regularly, he only went whenever he had free time, and he didn't go every day. He usually came back from the military camp, passed by Qingcheng Xiaozhu, and went in to listen to a few songs.
Yuan Qingling was unable to go in at first because she needed tea money and a reward to listen to the music. She didn't bring any money, so she just wandered outside and waited.
Marquis Huiding rode back to the city, usually with only two people. The two men had swords on their waists and had serious faces. One of them followed him in to listen to the music, and the other waited outside.
On this day, Yuan Qingling brought some money and went in to listen to music.
He is dressed in a green men's suit, with a belt around his waist, and his silky hair is tied up with a scarf. He has no makeup, but his lips are red and his teeth are white, his eyebrows are delicate, and his every move and every move shows the charm of a daughter.
However, she deliberately made her eyebrows thicker and raised the corners of her eyebrows, which added a bit of heroism to her softness.
She had learned that Xu Yi walked in the government school. He practiced really hard, corseting his chest, straightening his waist, and walking steadily. Xu Yi was wearing a sword, but she was equipped with a folding fan. The scholar's dress matched the posture of a military commander, but it was not the same.
Seems weird.
There was a delay when she went out today because Yuan Qingping said he was going back home, so she had a meal with him. Seeing the sadness in Yuan Qingping's eyes, she comforted him with a few words.
When she arrived at Qingcheng Xiaozhu, she was pleasantly surprised to find an attendant of Marquis Huiding standing outside, so Marquis Huiding should be inside.
After waiting for so many days, Yuan Qingling's heart beat wildly as she finally got to have close contact with Marquis Huiding.
I was surprised, scared and happy at the same time.
He cleared his throat, acted like a scholar and walked in with rooster steps.
At a glance, he saw Huiding Hou, who was wearing a black floral silk and satin dress, sitting in the front row. Next to him stood another attendant, all looking at Hua Gu who was singing on the stage.
The flower girl was very handsome, her eyes were glancing at her as she sang, her voice was crisp, sweet, and full of tenderness.
Yuan Qingling found a chair not far from Huiding Hou and sat down. Dr. Tea came over to serve tea and snacks. Yuan Qingling tipped him a few copper coins, and Dr. Tea bowed his waist and thanked him before leaving.
Yuan Qingling ate her tea and secretly looked at Huiding Hou from the corner of her eye. She saw him closing his eyes lightly and looking at the armrest of the chair with his fingers, looking like he was enjoying himself.
He has the face of a man in his thirties, and there is an obvious word "Sichuan" on his brow when he closes his eyes, which shows that this man is very angry.
Her skin is bronze, and from a modern perspective, this skin color is very popular.
He has a Chinese character face, plump and thick eyebrows, but there are a lot of hairs on his eyebrows. At first glance, he feels that this person is extremely fierce.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed like a blade. Yuan Qingling's heart froze, and she suddenly looked away and looked at Hua Gu, who was singing.
It turned out that the style of music suddenly changed, and the sound of the pipa came out with resentment. The air seemed to be suffused with a kind of exotic desolation. It was like weeping and complaining, and it was melodious. Huagu's green-white fingers were twirling on the pipa, and her red lips started to sing.
, "The wind and sand are rolling, my face has aged, leaning against the wooden door and looking forward, has the general ever looked back..."
The sobbing beauty was heart-stirring and penetrated straight into the heart. The sad and desolate singing made Yuan Qingling's heart feel soft and sour. She actually forgot that she was monitoring Huiding Hou for a moment. She couldn't help but arouse the homesickness and sadness, and her eyes felt raw and filled with sadness.
In tears.
She looked at the pipa in Hua Gu's hand infatuatedly, and as she played with it with her fingers, the past came to her eyes.
After the song, she was still in a daze and couldn't extricate herself.
She didn't see Hui Dinghou's eyes move to her face at some point. He glanced at her face at first, but in the end he looked at her intently.
Yuan Qingling's eyes flickered, and she collided with Huiding Hou's gaze. Yuan Qingling was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned away, grabbed the teacup, and took a sip, causing the water to slide down her throat.
Huiding Hou looked at her swallowing movements and her beautiful neck, and smiled meaningfully.