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You don’t even know how to do Liuyao?

Are you professional enough?

She is obviously a dancing girl, but she doesn't even know how to do the Six Yao. She is obviously a performer, but she is not proficient in the Six Yao. She doesn't even know what the Six Yao is. It is inevitable that Du Mutu feels a little bit jealous. Her professional level is really bad. Disappoint the rabbit.

That being the case.

Then...

The female anchor looked at the words "Yu Fei Yin" that appeared on the screen again and was speechless in her heart. Who is this guy? What kind of Yu Fei Yin is he? Maybe he is here to entertain Sajia.

After taking out another mobile phone and searching these two names.

The female anchor was even more certain.

This guy who has a systematic reputation like Wu Tu of Taihang Mountain is just here to amuse himself. Damn it, who in the right mind comes here to watch Tang Dynasty dances and music? Does he seem to be a person who can do this? If I could, would I still be able to stay here and be a tiring little dance anchor? I would have played the piano and followed the Chinese style of leek, okay?

Looking at the female anchor's inexplicably sinking expression.

Du Mutu didn't need to be sure to know that this woman would definitely not be seduced by a jade concubine.

Also.

Liu Yao doesn't know how to ask others to learn how to lead a concubine, and he is really forcing others to do so, so he should take a step back and let this woman play some musical instruments casually.

Thinking of this.

Du Moutu's pads stretched across the screen again.

Wutu of Taihang Mountain: Xiao, there is always a music for Xiao, you can play any tune on Pipa, Zheng, Ruan, or Di, I won’t choose.

The words appeared in the live broadcast room again.

The female anchor who was watching felt that her heart was throbbing under the turbulent waves, and she had some myocardial infarction for some reason. This guy also said that he didn't pick the special code, so much so that he wanted to refund his money, okay? Why do you want to, Japan? It’s hard for a small anchor like myself.

I saw other people in the live broadcast room saying things like "Come play the flute."

The female anchor suddenly felt that she could not continue the live broadcast today.

"Hey, why is it gone?"

Watching the screen go black, Du Mutu shook off his hair and felt a little strange.

Maybe he quit.

Today's musicians are so rude. The audience hasn't left yet. Why did she leave first? It's rude and unprofessional. It's a bad review. In those days, Du Mu's name was upside down. Write.

But forget it.

Find a professional again.

Feeling that the gift was wasted, Du Moutu quickly adjusted his mood and started a new round of selection. The pads of flesh were swiped on the screen. It soon focused on a singing anchor dressed as a loli. When the soft and melodious singing came from the mobile phone, In his ears, Du Mutu felt that the singer should be good at playing musical instruments.

...

The next day was bright.

Su Buyu's eyes were closed tightly in his dream, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes. When his brain had just woken up and was still a little sleepy, a harsh and unspeakable sound suddenly sounded in his ears. Like thousands of troops, it poured directly from his ears and went straight to his brain, completely washing away the remaining drowsiness he had.

what sound is this.

It was like a devil whispering in my ears.

Shocked, Su Buyu reached out and grabbed Du Moutu's phone and swiped to exit the software. For a moment, the world became quiet. Su Buyu, who had successfully saved himself and his phone, couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart. He had a taste for Du Moutu. He also had deep doubts: "Du Shisan, why did you listen to sawing wood so early in the morning? It sounds so ugly."

The sound fell.

Du Mutu beside the bed seemed to have not heard anything and was rubbing his ears.

"Du Shisan, you are deaf, I am talking to you."

Seeing that Du Mutu was ignoring him, Su Buyu subconsciously raised his voice.

"Ah? Sir, please talk to me. Sir, please speak louder, I can't hear you clearly."

Du Mutu also increased his voice.

The most painful thing just now was not Su Buyu, but Du Mutu himself. He was close to the phone and ready to enjoy the sound of the huqin, but he suffered tons of critical hits at the first moment, causing his eardrums to still buzz. ring.

"Should."

Su Buyu was a little gloating.

really...

Seeing others suffer only enhances your own happiness.

...

Du Mutu, whose ears had suffered a lot, didn't recover until Su Buyu washed his ears. When the clear singing of birds by the window reached his ears, Du Mutu was a little frightened. It was better not to watch this so-called live broadcast, especially this chest-beating one. The woman who said she knew how to play the huqin almost made herself deaf again.

A beautiful day starts with admiring the rising sun.

When bright light floods into the room.

Su Buyu stood in front of the window and looked at the time with his back to the light, and met Du Mutu's eyes: "Let's go, you can have breakfast."

breakfast.

Hearing these two words, Du Mutu's stomach made a dull gurgling sound in time. Even though he had not eaten since he arrived, he also felt the emptiness in his stomach. When he followed Su Buyu downstairs to the kitchen, Du Mu Rabbit glanced around and saw three cats and a thing that didn't look like a dog but looked like a fox sitting on the table in the room.

Last night, the girl was busy in front of the stage with an older woman.

"Morning, sir."

"Good morning, Prime Minister."

"You must be Du Muzhi, good morning."

"this..."

Seeing the three flowers greeting him, Du Mutu stood up straight and wanted to return the greeting, but he paused as he didn't know his name. Seeing this, Su Buyu revealed directly: "Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, Zhuge Kongming, that civet flower on the side It’s Liu Bei, that guy is Zhang Liao, and the solid calico pig at the end is Liu Chan.”

Du Mutu quickly saluted one by one.

"Mu Zhi, come and sit down."

Liu Beimiao greeted and asked Du Mutu to sit next to him.

"Thank you Mr. Xuande."

Faced with Liu Beimiao's kindness, Du Mutu bowed politely again and then sat down next to Liu Beimiao.

Su Buyu watched Du Mutu join in the chat with Liu Beimiao and his party, so he pulled up a stool and sat down, turned to look at Bai Shuyu in front of the stove and asked, "Xiao Bai, what are you having for breakfast?"

"Fourth brother, let's eat tripe buns and pork liver porridge. Aunt Chen bought them early in the morning. They are very fresh."

Bai Shuyu said as he brought the steaming bowl of porridge on the stove to the table, while Chen Xiaohua brought the belly pork.

Serve as bowls and chopsticks.

Bai Shuyu began to pick up a spoon and serve porridge to others. When it was Du Moutu's turn, Du Moutu took the bowl and said politely: "Thank you, Miss Bai."

But Bai Shuyu heard this.

He turned his head and didn't even show an expression.

"What are you doing, being polite?"

Su Buyu gently patted Bai Shuyu's fair arm who was sitting down. However, after hearing this, Bai Shuyu just leaned close to Su Buyu's ear and whispered: "But Wenji's mother and Liangyu's mother asked me not to talk to it, saying that it is a pervert." .”

this.

But Su Buyu was silent, although, but, well, Wenji and Liangyu were right.