Chapter 131 Why Make Me Fall in Love with You Part 4
"Put on a cloak, it's cold outside."
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"Your Majesty, please invite Concubine Ling to drive!"
The voice of the evildoer suddenly sounded outside the hall.
Are you looking for me?"
Zhongya held Baohao's hand in his teeth, and it seemed as if she would melt as soon as he let go.
You will always get what you deserve when you are so stupid. Mom, is all this just because I am ugly, or is it because I don’t look like that Ling’er?”
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Huang's eyes were filled with confusion. She turned around and walked out without waiting for Nanny Lu's answer.
Maybe all this is just because I am a humble slave."
He said that everything he did was painful.
She stayed where she was, looking at Penghao's back, the high-knit black hair, the crystal jade, the snow-white proud neck, the straight slender waist, and the long trail of water mopping the floor. The green skirt swayed with layers of waves as I walked forward...
A flying ugly boy?"
The value of the mustard caused Song to sue Lu Chu
The dew hangs high in the sky, and there are twinkling stars singing in the sky. Flowers bloom in the dark night.
The face of the man she loves so passionately is him, the man she loves passionately in her heart, the man who only loves a non-existent Ling'er.
In her eyes, there are no fragrant flowers in the garden, nor the bright moon in the sky. In her eyes, there is only the figure in the fire, which scares her now, and in the past. But the man she loved infinitely.
King Wu's eyes were cold, always cold, as cold as the night, and even the firelight rising around him couldn't warm him.
At this moment, his eyes became hot, and his eyes suddenly lit up, making his whole face even colder in the firelight.
He stared at her walking towards him, the slave holding the lamp, the slave who was surprisingly ugly, the slave who was moaning softly under him, the slave who was trembling in his arms. .
At this time, Xuanhao walked towards him from the distant flowers, with a bright moon behind him, high-knit black hair, a cold and delicate expression, a small cherry-red mouth, a face as ugly as a devil, and a face as pale as water. The green water-like long skirt dragged through the flowers...
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The king was stunned for a moment. The people in the pavilion were also stunned. Mrs. Siluo and Mrs. Yuyuan stared blankly at the man who walked toward them, a fairy and a devil who coexisted.
The badger sent Wang Yinqi's gaze, which was the gaze of a man looking at a woman, an ambiguous gaze. It was as if all the clothes on her body were being stripped off, which made her feel cold. Feel.
However, she couldn't give in, couldn't give in to fate, couldn't give in to him.
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If she is destined to be ugly in this life, then she will have to fight hard to make the man she falls in love with fall in love with the ugly her again. Until he says those words to her again, she will tell him in tears All the truth. And those tears are also happy.
If she is destined to be a humble slave in this life, she will work hard to make him, who is superior, fall in love with her again. Having his love is her pursuit without regrets in this life. Even if it is like a moth flying into a flame, She never looked back!
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The woman's hand held Penghao's arm and led Penghao to King Qi Wei. To the left of King Qi Wei, there was an empty embroidered soft couch.
The girl helped Penghao sit on it. Penghao's body sat next to King Qi Wei.
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The king did not look at the two ladies on his right, nor at the scenery in the garden, nor at the moon in the sky. His eyes and hands fell on Penghao's body.
The moonlight is as bright as water tonight, why don't you let me play a song with the king, how do you feel about it?"
Mrs. Yuyuan Tang Jiang glanced at King Qi Wei, she didn't like the way the king looked at this ugly slave.
The king is hers and will always be hers.
Whoever stands in her way will die.
If that dead girl Penghao hadn't stood between her and the king.
Maybe she would let her live.
This ugly boy is just as annoying as that Basil girl.
She won't lose to her.
Back then, she defeated that dead girl Penghao.
Today, she will not lose to an ugly slave.
"Concubine Ling must have no objection."
King Qi Wei's voice fell on Penghao's ears.
Penghao was shocked to realize that his hand fell on her body.
She nodded hurriedly.
Tang Jiang came out, sat down, raised her delicate hands lightly, and the music was vivid and beautiful.
Of course, Tang Jiang is also great in this aspect.
He studied under Zou Ji for many years and his piano skills are quite good.
Zou Ji said back then that when it comes to the beauty of basil, it is not as good as Tang Jiang. When it comes to emptiness, Tang Jiang is not as good as Basil.
No one here is more familiar with the sound of the piano than Penghao.
As she listened to the familiar sound of the piano and thought of the past, she became obsessed and tears fell unconsciously.
"Don't you like it, my beloved concubine?"
Yinqi's voice rang in Penghao's ears.
Penghao was shocked and didn't have time to say anything.
Tang Jiang came over and looked at King Qi Wei with a smile.
"Your Majesty, since Sister Lingfei dislikes me for not being able to play well, let me play a piece for everyone."
Penghao was busy refusing, but Tangjiang was not willing to comply.
Tang Jiang wanted to show her talent. She believed that few women in the world could play better than her.
"My beloved concubine, please."
King Qi Wei has ordered his palace servants to fetch Penghao a harp.
Penghao had no choice but to sit down and play a song.
She played the Requiem, which was elegant and refreshing, calming the mind and calming the spirit.
When the last note of the Requiem was played, a clear sound reached everyone's ears.
The bird was as bright as a swan. Everyone seemed to be waking up from a dream.
The flowers are falling, and the bare hands are lightly raised..."
In the court, Yao Miao Yi was singing softly. He was dressed in white, had black hair, and had a clear and elegant voice.
Your Majesty, King Aung Mang, is really good, isn’t he?”
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The king of Qi Wei looked at King Qi Wei with a smile on his face.
What do you think, Princess An'an?"
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King Xuanlu didn't look back, and his voice still reached Tang Jiang's ears clearly.
The chopsticks are elegant, but I feel inferior to you."
Mu's voice was faint, with a sadness that was different from the expression on her face.
She frowned, why did this Requiem sound so familiar?
This ugly girl, who is she?
Why is it that the music, technique and artistic conception she plays are so similar to Master Zou?
There are only two people in the world who know Master Zou Qin, one is her and the other is her maid Penghao.