Hearing this voice, Feng Lang couldn't help but look behind him. He smiled and said, "Third brother, I thought you wouldn't come."
Feng Qi was wearing a black brocade robe, with a touch of gentleness on his handsome face. He ignored Feng Lang and looked upstairs with a distant look on his face, with a look of fascination on his face, and said unconsciously: "How wonderful! "Qing Ling Fu" is a famous song that has been lost for a long time. It is said that some people knew this song twenty years ago. To hear this song after twenty years, it is considered a worthwhile trip."
Mo Yunling's expression changed slightly. Why did Feng Qi come here? Is he interested in Fengyue?
"Third brother hasn't introduced you yet. This is my new acquaintance, but I don't know his name yet." Feng Lang said and looked at Mo Yunling.
Hearing this, Feng Qi stared at Mo Yunling with his eyes. Why did this man's eyes look so familiar? The fair and clean man in front of him also looked at him indifferently. Who is he? Feng Qi was confused in his heart.
"Murong Lingyun, this is my attendant, Lin Qing, we are all from other places." Mo Yunling said calmly.
"Aren't you from Moyang City?" Feng Qi asked.
Mo Yunling nodded, and at this time Feng Lang interrupted: "Xia Shen Lang, this is my third brother Shen Qi, and this is Nangong Zhaoran."
Mo Yunling bowed her hands and said, "Nice to meet you!" Bi Qing lowered her head for fear of being seen.
Feng Qi said no more and looked at the place where the sound of the piano originated. Qingling Fu, a famous song passed down from generation to generation, what a long memory, and who could be the person playing it?
It was already difficult to leave now. Mo Yunling cast a comforting look at Biqing. Now she could only wait for this to be over.
The sound of the piano ended and the whole room was silent. Madam Feng’s mother from Hongxiu Tower stood in the middle of the second floor. Looking at the dark heads below, she beamed with joy and said, “Today is a happy day for our girl Shuiyue of Hongxiu Tower. Everyone knows that our girl Shuiyue According to the rules, I know that you are all nobles, but our Miss Shuiyue is not an ordinary girl. So what? Today, Miss Shuiyue asked everyone a question. Those who answered the question correctly will later move to the Blue Water Painting Boat, where The final winner of the competition. There is also a condition, the net worth is at least ten thousand taels."
Suddenly, there was an explosion inside the Hongxiu Building. The person who wanted to be a courtesan actually had to take an exam? And he also had to go to a painting boat in the clear water. This was an unheard of thing.
Mo Yunling's heart was filled with curiosity. This Shuiyue could interpret the essence of Qingling Fu. It was not easy to identify this person.
Suddenly there was a surge of people. Mo Yunling was not paying attention and was pushed and almost fell to the ground. However, a force came from her chest. Mo Yunling suddenly turned red. At this moment, a big hand dragged her Back, a big hand placed on her chest.
Feng Qi was also stunned, looking at the man he was hugging in surprise. He just helped him, but when he looked at his hand, how could the man's chest...
The two people suddenly let go as if they were electrocuted. Feng Lang looked strange and said to Mo Yunling, "Are you okay? Fortunately, my third brother is here."
A flash of anger flashed in Mo Yunling's heart, and he glared at Feng Qi, but Feng Qi looked at her calmly, his eyes full of inquiry.
After glaring at Feng Qi, Mo Yunling took Bi Qing's hand and left without saying a word, following the crowd.
"Brother Murong, what's wrong?" Feng Lang looked at Feng Qi in confusion.
Feng Qi looked at Mo Yunling's back. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He shook his head slightly and looked away. Feng Lang was even more surprised.
Thinking of the scene just now, Mo Yunling's face became hot. He must have known that she was a woman. Mo Yunling unconsciously looked towards Feng Qi, and happened to meet that deep gaze. Mo Yunling quickly turned around.
Come over.
"Third brother, what are you looking at?" Feng Qi asked in confusion.
Feng Qi shook his head slightly and recovered his thoughts.
When Mo Yunling saw the huge banner lowered from the second floor, the haze in her heart gradually dissipated, "Why is the piano?" Such a title.
Mo Yunling handed the paper on which she had written the answer to the boy who came over. She looked at Bi Qing with a distant look, "It's not necessarily that Shui Yue will give me an unexpected surprise."
When the woman in the Nuan Pavilion saw the notes brought over, she suddenly stood up from her seat, holding a piece of paper in her hands, trembling non-stop.