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Chapter 296: Shangli

Mrs. Qing tugged at the little girl's red face and giggled: "My little princess, is your Aunt Qing so cruel?"

The little girl shrugged her little nose and muttered: "That's impossible to say. The stepmother has never been kissed by her biological mother. What's more, she is just an aunt?"

Mrs. Qing smiled helplessly, what happened when she sent the baby by mistake? Her kindness was not rewarded. But who told her to face an eccentric little girl, but she could only suppress the depression in her heart and greet her with a smile.

.This sister-in-law, even though she is extremely noble, cannot afford to offend her. Who makes her want to plot evil against this sister-in-law’s father?

Trying to make her smile sincere and soft, she said: "Although Aunt Qing is not related to my mother, she will definitely treat you as closer than her own mother. Of course, everyone can talk big words, but the most important thing is to look at actions, right? So,

Your Highness, please take a look..."

The little girl's big eyes suddenly lit up, and she said crisply: "Aunt Qing, it's the little dog who's playing tricks..."

Mrs. Qing smiled helplessly, but stretched out her slightly raised little finger: "Retractor?"

In the minds of children, a hook can still make them feel at ease.

The little girl giggled, stretched out her little finger and hooked it with Aunt Qing's: "Hang yourself with a hook and you won't be allowed to change for a hundred years..."

To be honest, she didn't care who among the aunts who launched a ferocious offensive against her father would succeed in cultivation. It wasn't that she had no conscience, but that she was powerless. Those aunts treated her like a little ancestor, but her father didn't buy her.

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However, she still hoped in her heart that her father would accept all the orders. In this way, she would die happily? Which of these mothers and aunts would not treat her like a treasure?

The little girl was enjoying a beautiful life, with glistening saliva flowing from the corner of her mouth, completely destroying her ladylike temperament.

Guan Feixuan smiled helplessly, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of the little girl's mouth, wondering in her heart what good thing the little girl had in mind. However, when she thought about it, the only thing that could make the little girl drool for no reason was food.



If the little girl knew what the goddess mother was thinking, she would definitely retort loudly: "Li'er is losing weight..."

However, who would believe such an unfounded rebuttal?

Long Bao clenched his fists. He never expected such a result. Just now, he still had many fantasies, because he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a ruthless barrier between the seemingly intimate Nie Chen and Madam Qing.

Blocked. So, he spent a lot of money and took the coming-of-age gift given to him by his ancestors as Mrs. Qing's birthday gift.

But now it seems that the gift is valuable, but it has no effect at all.

Madam Qing's ambiguous words that aroused people's imagination were certainly pleasing to the eye, but the accompanying rash actions of Madam Qing greatly reduced the effect of these words. And he did not expect that Madam Qing had just taken the jade pendant from his hand.

, and in the blink of an eye, he gave the jade pendant to a little girl...

Isn't this a waste of a good thing? What can a little girl who may not have been weaned understand? She may be thrown away as waste after a while!

What a waste of natural resources!

At this moment, Feng Yanzun's voice, who had already adjusted his mentality, rang in his ears: "Feng also prepared a gift as Mrs. Qing's birthday gift!"

Bang bang bang!

Feng Yanzun clapped his hands, and an old man carefully walked into the hall holding a long wooden box and stood respectfully beside Feng Yanzun.

Snap!

Feng Yanzun carefully opened the wooden box, and a mottled seven-stringed guqin exuding a vicissitude of life came into view.

Feng Yanzun smiled and said: "This Guqin is called Shangli, and it has a history of more than five thousand years. The maker has long been submerged in the river of history, leaving no trace to future generations. But this Guqin has

It has gone through the vicissitudes of life and remains intact. Moreover, this guqin will automatically play a plaintive guqin music every full moon night, like a woman whispering under the moon..."

After changing his tone, Feng Yanzun said slowly: "The most important thing is that this is a spiritual piano!"

This time, Mrs. Qing's expression was slightly shaken, and her eyes were fixed on Shangli. People who were very knowledgeable about the guqin at the scene also looked at Shangli lying quietly in the wooden box with horror.

Only when a harp has a soul can it have a spirit. In order for the harp to give birth to a soul, it needs the hard work of the person who made it until the blood dries up. In other words, for the birth of the harp, someone must be willing to give up his life!

The corners of Feng Yanzun's lips raised slightly, and he added: "Moreover, when playing this Shangli instrument, it will bring the player into a mysterious state. According to a member of the Feng family who is very knowledgeable in the art of piano.

My senior said that if I could get Shangli’s approval, I might be able to create my own spiritual music under its guidance..."

This time, Madam Qing narrowed her eyes, and there was an inexplicable meaning flashing in the narrow gap. Niechen, who was closest to Madam Qing, clearly felt Madam Qing's desire, just like the crowd in the desert who was about to die of thirst.

Arriving at the clear stream...

There was a bit of pride in Feng Yanzun's eyes. He was very satisfied with Mrs. Qing's surprised and eager expression. He smiled politely and said: "Mrs. Su Wenqing is a master of qin. As the saying goes, swords are given to heroes, and good qins are given to beauties. This one

Shang Li and Madam Qing are a perfect match. I believe that in Madam Qing’s hands, Shang Li will shine with the most brilliance and become famous all over the world!"

Mrs. Qing walked slowly to the guqin, stretched out her hand and fiddled with the strings a few times. The tinkling sound of the qin was clear and crisp, but it also contained a bit of crying sadness, and it had a powerful magic power that made people laugh and cry!

Mrs. Qing closed her eyes and felt it carefully, then murmured as if she was dreaming: "What a beautiful piano..."

As Feng Yanzun said, she has profound attainments in the qin way and can be called a master. At her level, how can she still not distinguish between good and bad relatives? The Shangli in front of her is definitely the best qin!

Feng Yanzun breathed in the seductive aura emanating from Mrs. Qing's body with some greed, which was like poison, driving him step by step towards depravity. He even imagined holding this perfect person in his arms and playing with her wantonly.

Wonderful feeling.

But he forgot that this perfect person had just been spanked in front of everyone, and the culprit was a bastard who made him want to be cut into pieces!

Just when Feng Yanzun fell into an excited reverie, a delicate voice of inquiry came from his ears: "Little man, tell me, should I accept it?"

Feng Yanzun, who seemed to have lost his soul, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "That's right, that's right!"

However, when he came to his senses completely, he saw pairs of joking eyes, as if they were looking at idiots, with varying degrees of pity.

The next moment, a loud laugh came from his ears, making him wake up as if from a dream: "It's time to accept it! Why not?" (To be continued...)


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