Gu Xijiu: "" The pipa girl huddled in the corner of the carriage was playing with a silver hairpin in her hand.
Mo Zhao's words made his hand tremble, and the silver hairpin fell into the carriage with a clanking sound.
Mo Zhao's eyes immediately turned away and his voice was cold: "What are you surprised about?"
His aura was so strong that the temperature of the entire carriage seemed to drop.
Pipa Girl was suppressed by his aura and flinched, but she still said what she meant: "Young master, I want to marry the old man."
Mo Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that Gu Xijiu still had the face of an old man.
No wonder the Pipa girl was surprised.
He smiled softly and raised his hand to touch Gu Xijiu's face: "Yes, I like her, so of course I want to marry her."
Gu Xijiu's heart skipped a beat, fearing that Di Fuyi would explode, so she took advantage of Mo Zhao's unpreparedness and glanced at him to signal him to calm down.
Di Fuyi clenched his fingers in his sleeves, feeling like he wanted to chop off someone's claws.
He began to consider the feasibility of launching an attack here. .
Fortunately, Mo Zhao was also very tidy.
Although he wanted to take advantage of Gu Xijiu, he still had no appetite for Gu Xijiu's wrinkled face.
He sat upright again and glanced at the pipa girl: "Call Tian Ge and play a little tune for me."
As long as this guy didn't tease Gu Xijiu, Di Fuyi still had a good temper, so he played the pipa seriously.
The sound of the pipa is like the wind in early spring swaying on the branches that have not yet sprouted new green.
It seems cold and warm, ding-ding-dong-dong, carrying it gently all the way.
Mo Zhao listened with a smile, intoxicated by the sound of the pipa, and the corners of his pale red lips were raised like a crescent moon.
Gu Xijiu's heart seemed to be filled with ups and downs.
Di Fuyi really risked his life for her and did all sorts of limitless things.
His majestic saint now pretended to be a singer and played the pipa for a demon.
Mo Zhao, just wait.
Let me make you happy for a while.
When we enter your lair, you should be left crying.
We will definitely torture you until you cry for father and mother.
Gu Xijiu actually had many questions in her mind that she hadn't had time to ask.
For example, who was currently dressed as Di Fuyi?
Is he really injured or fake?
Did he arrange for others to sneak in?
She tapped her fingers beside her, as if she were beating time to the sound of the pipa, but in fact it was still Morse code.
Di Fuyi naturally saw it.
He remained calm and waited for the pipa song to finish playing.
The lingering sound still lingered in the carriage.
Di Fuyi was about to put down the pipa and beat Gu Xijiu's leg to convey the message, but Mo Zhao became interested in listening to the music: "You are really good at playing it, you are at the master level.
Let's play one more song, and I can accompany you."
He took out a green bamboo flute and twirled it on his fingertips.
Di Fuyi naturally would not disobey him at this time, and he played another song as expected.
He had just picked up a tune, and Mo Zhao's flute music joined in.
It was a good duet.
It must be said that Mo Zhao is very talented in music.
He plays the flute melodiously and gracefully, like the night wind blowing through the treetops.
Just like the setting sun, the night slowly droops, covering the entire earth.
The sound of the pipa played by Di Fuyi was like a sunny day with a warm spring breeze, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
Gu Xijiu even felt that his pipa sound had the effect of dredging people's blood vessels, so that her acupuncture points and muscles would not be so tense.
Sour and numb.
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But as soon as the sound of Mo Zhao's flute came in, it was like the autumn wind blowing across the earth, blowing away the spring green.
Her blood, which was already somewhat smooth, seemed to be even more stagnant, so stagnant that the muscles all over her body ached: