[69 Book Bar-www.] No longer hesitated, Mo Qingwu stood up, sat on the wooden bench connected to the railing of the pavilion, pulled out a string of notes, and watched the guitar sound attract their attention, she smiled.
, sing the lyrics with open mouth.
The world is ridiculous, the infatuation is the most boring, and it is better to be arrogant.
In this life, my heart has no trouble, and I just want to get half a lifetime of freedom.
When I wake up, I laugh at people, forget everything in my dreams, and sigh that it was too dark.
It is unpredictable in the next life, love and hate are written off, and I only want to be happy until old when I drink and sing.
No matter how cold the wind is, I don’t want to escape, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don’t want to be. I let it float.
The higher the sky, the smaller the heart. No matter how much cause and effect are, I will be drunk alone.
I cry today and laugh tomorrow. I don’t ask anyone to understand it, I’m proud.
The songs are singing and dancing, and the night is long and dawn is not awake, and happiness is searching for.
Mo Qingwu took advantage of the alcohol, held the guitar and sang staggeringly on the bench. I remember watching "The Unbeaten in the East" back then, and I envy the life of being a sarcastic and proud man, and awaiting revenge. But I hope my confidant will be able to live a long life.
Accompanied by, wandering around the world. When will I meet someone who is willing to hold her hand, laugh with me and watch the clouds rolling in the sky, count the raindrops in front of the eaves at dusk, and listen to the hermit in the noise
The chanting of memories of our youthful faces?
Immersed in such thoughts, Mo Qingwu was intoxicated and her eyes were drunk. Just a song, the sound of the lingering sound was lingering, and the aftertaste was endless. The little kids all opened their mouths and looked at her stupidly. Haha..., I'm again
I smiled, felt a little dizzy, and secretly laughed in my heart. Could it be that she really has the talent to be a prostitute? Otherwise, why would she always show off her charm intentionally or unintentionally?
Chapter 199
"Sing well." There was a clamor outside the pavilion. Mo Qingwu looked back with everyone and saw Ji Jingyun in military uniform and Feng Qianjue in red dress. The two walked into the pavilion and Ji Pingan rushed up.
, said to Ji Jingyun: "Second Uncle, have you gone to court?"
Ji Jingyun had a doting smile on his face. He touched her head and turned to Mo Qingwu and said, "Miss Carmen's song sang the voice of the world, and it is really not a good word to finish it.
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"The general is too rewarded." Mo Qingwu put down the guitar, stood up and saluted. The drunkenness came up, and his body couldn't help but shake. Ji Jingyun hurriedly supported me: "Miss, be careful."
The room was staring at the two of us, especially the group of little ghosts watching the fun. Mo Qingwu pulled her hand back and looked up at Feng Qianjue. He looked at her faintly, with no joy or anger on his face
Ji Jingyun also felt a little rude, so he retracted his hand and said to Ping'an without saying anything: "What are you playing?"
Ping An looked at Mo Qingwu and smiled at Ji Jingyun, "We were just writing poems. Sister Ruolan asked her to write a poem about drinking and tea tasting poems to give me a birthday gift.
However, in the second round of tea drinking poems, Sister Revived said that Sister Carmen did a good job and that we can't beat her today, so we didn't let her continue."
"Write a poem?" Feng Qianjue said this time. He walked to the row of thin ropes with poems, read it in turn, and when he read the song "Ask Liu Shijiu", he turned around and said:
Who wrote this song?”
Ji Ping'an grimaced at him and turned his head to ignore him. Hey, it seemed that she was still angry that she fell into the water on the day of her life. Only Luo Shang'er smiled and said, "This poem was written by Miss Carmen."
Feng Qianjue looked back at her with a meaningful look, pointed to the poem "One to Seven-character Poems" and said, "The only tea-tasting poem here is also written by Miss Carmen?"
"That's right." This time it was Su Ling who answered him. When Mo Qingwu saw Ruolan's face turned a little red, she gently leaned over to Ji Ping'an and asked, "Ping'an, is this young man..."
"He is a big villain." Ji Ping'an did not give Feng Qianjue any face, and shouted loudly, which caused a group of beautiful girls to cover their mouths and laugh. Feng Qianjue stood there with a chuckle, quite embarrassed.
Ji Jingyun looked at Feng Qianjue apologetically and said to Ping'an: "What are you talking nonsense? The lunch is ready. You can take all the girls to the flower hall to have a banquet first."
Ping An listened to the second uncle very much. He heard this and nodded and said, "Sisters, let's have a meal first, eat before playing." As he said that, he turned around and smiled and held Mo Qingwu's hand: "Sister Carmen, let's go."
Didn't this girl hear the word "first" in his second uncle's words? Mo Qingwu glanced at Feng Qianjue, but smiled peacefully and said, "I've drunk my wine and I'm a little dizzy now. I'll take a rest for a while.
, you can take you ladies first.”
Ping An heard her say this and nodded: "Then sister will rest here for a while, Ping An is out of company."
Seeing that they left, Ji Jingyunzhi retreated from the servants in the pavilion and left the pavilion. Feng Qianjue sat down on the wooden bench leaning against the pavilion railing, and returned to his usual style.
He looked up at her standing softly against the pillar and smiled, "What are you still standing there for? Can't you find a stool to sit on when you are weak? Come here."
Mo Qingwu walked over with soft hands and sat beside him. He pulled her to snuggle in front of his chest and smiled, "Is it so exhausted after drinking a few cups?"
"A cup." Mo Qingwu answered him lazily, rubbing a comfortable position on him, "Well..., one cup plus a bite."
"You are so light-hearted." He chuckled and stroked the hair on her forehead. "I didn't expect you to be full of Shuhua. Last time I talked to you, saying that he was not a talented woman."
"If you write two poems, you are a talented woman? The prince's requirements for talented women are really low." Mo Qingwu sneered. There was a faint smell of sandalwood on his body. She took a deep breath of greed and buried her face in his arms.
It was rare for a moment of leisure to have a good time, so she wanted to be so tired of him and stay in his warm arms for a long time.
He chuckled, "Since you don't call it talent, then what about it three?"
"The prince makes things difficult for me." Mo Qingwu hugged his waist, raised his drunken eyes to look at him, and acted coquettishly.
"It's your gift to me, okay?" He coaxed her softly, his eyes as bright as stars, and a tender sweetness like spring water rippled. Mo Qingwu felt as if a faint current passed through his heart, and it was so soft,
It was so silly that her body seemed to be about to turn into water. She was fascinated by his gentle eyes. She reached out to touch his handsome cheeks like a loss of consciousness, and murmured: "The sun shyly covers the silk sleeves, and the spring is lazy to make up.
It is easy to find a priceless treasure, but it is difficult to find a lover."
He chuckled, and Mo Qingwu suddenly came back to his senses, realizing that he subconsciously read Yu Xuanji's famous sigh, his face burned, buried his face in his arms, and acted coquettishly: "I am making fun of me...
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(Today's second update, I'm a little tired recently, but I can't be lazy! Even if Wenwen's grades are not good, I can still stick to it! Because of you, Momo╭(╯3╰)╮! Happy weekend, dear, Wenwen,
The article will be finished by the end of the month. Come on in the last few days!)