Chapter 230: Competition! The Emperor with a Black Belly 6
Chen Su'er smiled slightly, indicating that she really didn't understand.
I feel so embarrassed.
As an ancient beauty, isn’t it strange to say that I don’t understand the piano?
If he said it again, not only would he not understand the piano, but he would not even understand calligraphy and painting, and even write calligraphy, would he be even more strange? By the way, he doesn't know how to write. If he wants to start writing one day, he will be in trouble immediately! The original owner was also good at painting and figure painting - he drew countless portraits of the emperor alone.
According to Xiaorong when packing up her things, she even packed up a portrait and entered the palace.[
Murong Jing stared at Chen Su'er deeply for a while.
He believed her.
She really doesn't understand.
Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"How about I play a song for you?"
"Really?" The emperor played the song for me? Chen Su'er blinked her beautiful phoenix eyes, a little doubting that she had heard it wrong. Would that cold-blooded emperor play the song for someone to listen to it?
It's rare, the sun is coming out from the west.
Murong Jing's fingertips gently stroked her rosy lips, and announced overbearingly: "You are not allowed to doubt anything I say."
Chen Su'er feels like she wants to laugh but can't laugh. Why do she suddenly thinks he is quite interesting?
"Your Majesty, I'm not suspicious, I'm surprised, happy! Do you understand? I asked naturally: Really? That's happy..." Happy is a little bit, no lying, but more strange and puzzled , accident. Of course, I can't say what I think later, that's the type of thing I want to find.
Murong Jing stood up and walked towards Yaoqin, with an elegant back.
Wave your sleeves and brush your clothes.
The movements are cool and graceful.
Chen Su'er's eyes lit up when he saw it.
People like good-looking things and can't help but praise them.
If Murong Jing had not been an emperor, she might have been really moved.
The green jade fingers gently tease the strings.
The low and soft sound of the guqin rose up.
Chen Su'er half pillowed on the stone table, listening leisurely with a bit of laziness.[
If you enjoy the piano that the emperor himself is fucked, you may not have many times in your life.
To be honest, I don’t know the rhythm or what to appreciate. But I can vaguely hear the sound of the piano as elegant and cold as his.