MTL - Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort-Chapter 21 gambling

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"I want rootless fruit." How did Lei Yufeng worry about finding this burning dragon, who had never seen it at the end, and encountered it here, it was a godsend.

"Okay." Fen promised to be very happy: "However, it is up to you to decide what to gamble."

This sentence still made Lei Yufeng hesitant.

Actually, Lei Yufeng didn't know what to bet for a while.

Su Qiqi's eyes waved slightly, Yingying Fengyan lifted his eyes: "I heard that Mr. Fen played a flute all over the river, and the little woman played a song. If Mr. Fen could use the flute to sum up, he would win. How's it going? "

"You?" Lei Yufeng couldn't calm down any more, staring directly at Su Qiqi.

Mo Wenchen has investigated Su Qiqi's life more than once. It seems that he is not proficient except some medical skills.

"Yes." Su Qiqi at this time was resolute, and Fengmu was full of persistence.

"You know what you lose, what are the consequences?" Lei Yufeng's eyes moved with anger.

"I know." Su Qiqi looked calmly.

It's a big deal, but Su Qiqi is still very confident in his piano skills, although this will make his everything appear in front of others.

However, there is no choice.

Mo Wenchen couldn't recover as before, and he couldn't survive.

Can only fight.

"Okay, the time and place are determined by the girl." The mouth of her mouth was raised, the clear spring wafted in her eyes, and she looked at Su Qiqi who was just in front of him.

"Three days later, Bei Ding will be waiting for Wangfu." Su Qiqi didn't want to delay time, and asked Mo Wenchen to stand up as early as possible, so that he could recover as before in a limited time.

There was an incredible flash of light in the eyes of Fen, but then he disappeared, and nodded, "It's all right."

Holding a fist at Lei Yufeng again: "Hou Quan has a period."

Then he turned and left, the blue shirt fluttering with the wind, with a bit of bones and immortal wind.

"You go back and talk to Wen Chen." Lei Yufeng shook his head and walked down the mountain.

After a short stint, Su Qiqi smiled slightly and walked down the mountain.

Twilight is coming, and the Olympic city in winter is a bit ancient, and Caixia shines, reflecting a touch of tranquility.

Because it is winter, there are not many pedestrians on the street.

Su Qiqi closed her eyes quietly on the way, she was thinking how to explain to Mo Wenchen when she went back.

She didn't know much about Mo Wenchen, and she didn't know if she would become furious again after hearing her reasons.

But even if he is furious, he has already decided and burned the bet.

Thinking of this, I was relieved.

Looking at the carriage slowly entering the palace, Hua Qianzi stood and looked at it in the distance. The driver was not panicked, but she didn't care, because Su Qiqi's life was not worthwhile for the upper and lower palaces. money.

The corner of the mouth was raised with a touch of radian, proud of it.

Just as Lei Yufeng jumped off the carriage and reached out to help Su Qiqi in the car, Hua Qianzi almost screamed.

In her opinion, it was her own hell, that someone had reported to herself that Su Qiqi had fallen to the mountain ...

Su Qiqi did not return to his room, but went directly to Mo Wenchen.

Some things need to be faced sooner or later, so there is no need to delay.

Lei Yufeng had nothing to do with himself. He sat straight back in his chair, picking up the tea sent by the man.

The cold words on the side were a bit inexplicable. After looking at the two people who came in, they lowered their heads again.

"How?" Mo Wenchen looked at Su Qiqi.

"I've found it." Su Qiqi raised his eyes gently, directly facing Mo Wenchen.

"Very good." Mo Wenchen looked as he should, and lowered his eyebrows again: "Yu Feng, the matter without root fruit will be left to you."

"I don't think I need to go out myself, your princess is all done." Of course, Lei Yufeng is not in favor of Su Qiqi's gambling game. Everyone in the world knows that a jade flute is famous, Jinghua Su Qiqi had to bet with him on harmony, wasn't this his own way?

"Oh?" Mo Wenchen was a bit surprised, and looked at Su Qiqi playfully.

The eyes were still as dark as a dry well, which made people indistinct.

Without any mood swings, Su Qiqi slowly talked about burning the gambling agreement, but did not say that he encountered an assassin.

She knew that even if the matter was spoken, Mo Wenchen wouldn't care about it, so why not find it boring?

The room was very quiet and the atmosphere was a little dignified.

Su Qiqi had already made psychological preparations and remained calm.

"If you lose ... you know!" Mo Wenchen coldly threw out a sentence.

"Know." Su Qiqi was also expressionless, with a touch of pride and persistence.

She can only maintain her self-esteem in this form.

This is the only self-esteem.

For three days, Su Qiqi did not practice playing the piano hard, but sat in the room to read a medical book, a leisurely look. In fact, this is also good, at least spend thousands of poses dare not embarrass himself.

For that woman, Su Qiqi felt that he had to fight back, and he must win with one blow.

Jing Man's revenge must be reported.

She can bear it, but she also has a bottom line.

Qinghuayuan.

Fen is still a cyan gown, with long hair tied with a lake-white hairband above his head. His handsome face is as fair as a beautiful jade, and his whole book is full of curvaceous elegance and elegance.

"Beijing Dinghouhou Wang." Fen did not perform official rituals, but gently clenched his fists.

Mo Wenchen has been raised from cold words to the first place.

"Mr. Burning, Jiu Yang Jiu Yang." Mo Wenchen also slightly blessed himself.

Su Qiqi was already sitting in front of the Qintai, in front of Cao Wei, Mo Wenchen's long-cherished treasure. Lei Yufeng, beside him, had no other thoughts, but stared at Jiao tail.

The coke he dreamed of!

"Mr. Please." Su Qiqi is wearing a white gown today, without any modification, without any ornaments, half of the long hair is scattered on the shoulders, and a plain jasper jade sloping obliquely obliquely, Elegant and fresh, it makes people shine.

Fen couldn't help but look at Su Qiqiyi one more time, nodding his head slightly, and sat directly in front of the piano platform.

Nothing more, Su Qiqi gently picked the strings: "Sir, let's get started."

"Please." Burning down was a modest gentleman, very humble.

Mo Wenchen sneered. He was just looking at Su Qiqi now. He wanted to know what this woman used to win back the rootless fruit.

Of course, this question, together with cold words and Lei Yufeng, want to know.

Picking up the strings, Su Qiqi didn't look at anyone.

It is a song "Ambush on Ten Sides".

The strings are anxious, the focal end is the most precious piece in the piano, and the string sound is also extremely accurate. The guqin actually gave birth to the Jinge iron horse under the weak fingers.

Everyone seemed to see thousands of miles in the camp, hissers and horses hissing, and a decisive battle was imminent. The situation moved darkly, and a heart seemed to be slowly raised by the killing, and it was hanging to the extreme.

Frightened in the dark, suddenly burst out suddenly, "Silver Bottle breaks through the water slurry, Iron Rider protrudes with a knife and gun", thousands of horses swept across the desert, and the wind and sand are fading.

It even makes people feel breathless.

The piano sound swayed, killing and cutting galloping, thrilling; when the thin strings oscillated, the sword was full of breath and it was appalling.

Together with Mo Wenchen, he narrowed his eyes. This kind of momentum is among the thousands of soldiers and horses, especially Mo Wenchen who grew up in the battlefield, and he really likes the piano sound.