Tang Jing was grateful after hearing this, and her mind moved slightly. She suddenly had some bad ideas and nodded and said: Gu

"Yes, look at Qingwan. Every time you reward Xiao Zuo, you are so sincere. If you make Xiao Zuo feel sad, Xiao Zuo loves you and I won't agree."

Shangguan Lingye came over at night just to reward her good husband. She hesitated and hesitated for a while before she said calmly:

"Okay, I don't owe you a favor, um..."

I wanted to play a vixen, but Jingyan was in front of me, and Lingye had never played with the tail in front of others and could not speak.

Tang Jingyan smiled considerately;

"What are you playing with? It's boring. As the saying goes, 'A small separation is better than a newlywed'. You and Xiao Zuo finally meet again, and today it's the wedding night. As the saying goes, 'A wedding night, jasper breaks the melon'..."

Shangguan Lingye blinked, but he didn't understand the meaning.

Zuo Lingquan naturally understood it, but he didn't expect Jing Yan to be so... so considerate. He glanced at Lingye's perfect buttocks and coughed gently.

“…”

Shangguan Lingye understood something from Zuo Lingquan's eyes, his face changed slightly, and he had a sense of loss of color.

The fox's tail is so hard that it's...

Shangguan Lingye had seen Qingwan's torture look, and it was very worried when she looked at her. She dared not try the method with her body, and said with her eyes:

"No...hey?"

Before he finished speaking, he was pressed down on the pillow by the quiet habit that wanted to deal with her.

"Oh~ I'm still shy? You're so stingy, Qingwan can't stand you?"

"Why don't you come? Let me go..."

...

The candlelight was faint, and Zuo Lingquan smiled and looked at the two women with different temperaments but equally mature and beautiful women, and fought each other on the bamboo couch.

Jingwei's skin is greasy, her figure is mature and plump, but her waist is as thin as willows, making the curve of the lower edge look like a big white peach, and every move will cause trembling ripples.

Lingye has a tall and slender figure, with a cold and beautiful appearance, and her skin is like mutton fat jade. She exudes a crystal luster under the candlelight. Her gourd-like figure and innate nobleness present a completely different flavor.

Especially at this time, Lingye's face turned red, avoiding Jingyan's persecution. His annoyance mixed with a little panic look could easily arouse the flames in Zuo Lingquan's heart.

If Lingye was really unhappy, with her jade-stage Taoist practice, neither of them could hold it down. At this time, he pulled and pulled, obviously he was confused. He wanted to reward his husband but dared not do such a scary thing.

Well... To put it simply, it's just a little bit of a refusal. Anyway, Zuo Lingquan understands it so...

"Hmm?! No, Zuo Lingquan, you..."

"Call me, I'll let Xiao Zuo spare you..."

"hehe……"

…—

The lotus and golden chrysanthemums are fragrant, and the weather is about to be Double Ninth Festival.

The autumn scenery in the distant village is like a picture, and the mangroves are sparse and yellow.

...

As Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the surrounding areas of Chunchao Lake are already full of autumn colors, and the autumn colors on the islands in the lake are also pleasant.

In the Yuchan Palace, there are a garden with flowers in the garden with beautiful flowers, and the most eye-catching ones are lotus and golden chrysanthemums.

Jiang Yi, who was like a fire in the red dress, walked alone among the flowers, holding a picked golden chrysanthemum in her hand, absent-mindedly destroying the delicate petals, and her mind was full of Zuo Lingquan's handsome aura that suddenly appeared today, silenced the audience.

Wu Qingwan and Leng Zhu are similar. They meditate in the garden, but they can't calm down. Sometimes they look up at the lake in the distance, obviously looking forward to someone appearing, even if they look at it from afar.

However, they also knew that Zuo Lingquan was not easy to contact with, and wanted to meet again after a long time, so they could only wait until the Qianqiu Yuefu business is over and look for opportunities after going out.

But even though he knew that the man was nearby, he could not meet him. Who could bear this time when he lived like a year?

After Jiang Yi almost tossed the delicate golden chrysanthemum, she sighed softly, looked inside Chunchao Lake in a blink of an eye, and thought for a while and said:

"That girl Lingye said she was going to ask why Zuo Lingquan came here and why she hadn't been back for so long?"

Leng Zhu secretly played with the red bracelet given by the prince-consort, raised her head and whispered:

"I don't know."

Wu Qingwan shook her head, and Rouya showed a three-point helplessness on her cheek:

"When she goes there, she can ask the matter clearly without asking for two hours? Now she is probably riding on her face and asking Ling Quan, alas..."

“…”

Jiang Yi blinked her eyes, and her clothes were visible to the naked eye and she said to herself, "Don't be angry or not, thirty years, thirty years, Hexi..." She turned around and walked to the cushion and sat down, gritted her teeth and said

"This fox charming boy is waiting for me. I won't let her dance with her tail to cheer her up in the future. I will take her surname!"

"Shangguan Yi...it sounds pretty...ah"

Leng Zhu just muttered, and was pressed on his knees by the princess who did not pity the maid and raised his hand:

Slap

"Princess, I was wrong, I was just talking and having fun..."

Wu Qingwan shook her head, her expression light and light, as if she had seen through the world of the mountain fairy, but after closing her eyes and sitting cross-legged for a moment, she stood up and walked into the house.

Jiang Yi, who was holding Leng Zhu, said in confusion when she saw this:

"What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I'm idle and have nothing to do, just play with a dog's tail."

Dog tail?

Jiang Yi was stunned, let go of the grievances of Xiao Lengzhu, and stood up and followed behind:

"This method is good. I'll work with you. It's best to do it. Well... it can be raised and shaken left and right."

After a few years, Wu Qingwan has been proficient in refining skills and said with a smile:

"No problem, Ling Quan must like it when he sees it."

"Well... make another bell on your neck, and it will 'bark' as soon as it moves... No, it will be called 'Sister Jiang Yi, Lingye knows it is wrong', which is interesting..."

"uh-huh……"

…—

The other side.

The Qu family's cruise ship was moored near a manor outside Fengyue City. The banquet had ended. Guests from all walks of life dispersed one after another, leaving only a few distinguished guests of the Qu family to settle in the manor. Mr. Sanzhu lives in the most luxurious main courtyard.

Mr. Sanzhu was a secular court musician and was famous since childhood. Later, he met his fellow friends in the mountains and was able to enter the Immortal Sect.

The attainments of the piano and Taoist qin cannot be shared with the practice of cultivation, and Mr. Sanzhu’s Taoist practice is not high. To put it nicely, the experience of cultivation is "idle clouds and wild cranes", but to put it bluntly, a casual cultivator lives without a fixed place.

However, he has a skill in practicing the Tao and is enough to make a living. With his extraordinary accomplishments in piano, Mr. Sanzhu is able to enjoy himself in all the wealthy families. There are countless fairies who have learned piano skills with him. Even Yingyang Fairy Palace would ask him to be a piano master to teach his ladies.

With this identity, Mr. Sanzhu's reputation is naturally small. Among the casual cultivators, he is already a top-notch "famous scholar". It is natural to be treated so politely by the Lihe Qu family.

Dong~ Dong

Under the night, the old scholar with gray hair sat alone beside the piano stage and tweaked it casually, thinking about the piano music that was about to be displayed on the stage, with a three-point drunken look on his face.

Before the song was finished, the bamboo curtain hanging in the elegant room slightest waves. A gentle man in a white robe appeared near the piano platform and bowed slightly:

"Mr. Sanzhu."

The old scholar stopped the piano music, looked up and smiled:

"Zhou Mu, but Miss Dongfang asked me to come over and discuss the piano music?"

Zhou Mu was kind-hearted, sat down in front of the piano platform, shook his head and said:

"Yingyang Immortal Palace was offended by an outsider today. Yun Zhi was not very happy and had no choice but to come over and ask him for help."

Mr. Sanzhu frowned slightly: "I teach Miss Dongfang's piano music, and I am half a teacher. If you have anything to say, just say..."

"It's not a big deal. At the Mid-Autumn Festival meeting, a monk from Dongzhou would listen to the teacher's piano music. The man threatened to use his sword in an elegant occasion today, but he was a man who had no rules and etiquette. After the husband came on stage, he would be natural to scold him..."

Mr. Sanzhu listened to Zhou Mu's words, but his expression did not change at all, but hesitated in his heart.

With the weight of Yingyang Immortal Palace, he was offended but did not teach the other person in person in person. He came to him, an old piano master, to stand up. He could figure out what the other person's status was with his toes.

As a casual cultivator, he should have been alone in keeping with him, but today he would not help, and the incense he had finally accumulated in the past was cut off.

Mr. Sanzhu can have the status of a "famous scholar" today because the wealthy families on the mountain give him face. If these wealthy families do not favor him, who would give him a musician face?

After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Sanzhu said with a smile:

"In elegant occasions, we should use the method of literati to judge the level, speak ill of each other or even threaten them. What is the difference between being transformed from the barbarians outside the country? If I knew about this in advance, even if you don't say it, you will ask for an explanation."

"Then thank you sir..."

...

Outside the manor, in the willow forest.

The beautiful woman in the flower hairpin looked at the two people talking from afar and shook her head slightly. She felt that Zhou Mu was so petty that she could actually go so far in order to regain her face.
Chapter completed!