My Empress is My Bad Girl

"Of course, little cousin, please." Yun Dai readily moved away and found a place to sit down at will.

Ming Jing also led Zhao Yuanhe and the other two friends to sit down in the pavilion and enjoy the sound of Mingwei's piano.

All of you present here are close relatives and friends, and Yun Dai and Ming Xuan are both married women, so there are not so many taboos, and they find places to sit separately.

Mingwei sat in front of the guqin and gently raised his hand.

Clank.

At first the rhythm is relaxed, and then the piano tone gradually becomes exciting and magnificent.

The ethereal and quiet feeling when playing the piano with Yun Dai was completely two kinds of feelings.

Ming Xuan smiled and said, "Second brother is a man. Although the sound of the piano is exciting, it is not suitable for the atmosphere of tonight."

Zhao Yuanhe said: "Yes. This king still misses Huang Huangsao's pristine piano sound even more, although he is not skilled enough, it is more emotional."

Yun Dai smiled at him, and then realized that he could not see herself at all.

Such a gentle young man with Jiyue breeze is really regrettable.

Zhao Yuan and Yi calmly and gently said with a smile, "What do you think of Uncle Xiaohuang?"

Everyone's eyes fell on him.

Prince Qin's coldness is well known, except for Zhao Yuanhe, no one dared to ask him to say anything.

Zhao Shu was sitting leaning on the railing, with a lazy expression, and said, "I can't hear the difference."

Everyone: "..."

Although his Royal Highness King Qin was famous for his military power, he was born in the royal family, how could he not appreciate the piano.

He was just too lazy to say.

Zhao Yuanhe smiled and said, "Little emperor has always been so temperamental, please don't care."

Everyone nodded and smiled.

Who dares to care?

Mingwei's song ended with still not enough, and he raised his hand and started playing again.

Now everyone is no longer in favor. They talk and talk, drink and drink, and go together to admire the moon.

MEAN WELL doesn't care about it and enjoy it.

Yun Dai also took a plate of snacks and sat down on the corridor, leaning on the pillars, eating while listening to the sound of her little cousin.

Zhao Yuanhe came over and said with a smile: "What is Huang Huangsao's wife eating? It has a rich fragrance."

Yundai took a piece of it and put it in his hand, smiling: "This is a dessert made from red beans. It tastes good. It's just a bit sweet, I don't know if it suits the taste of Lord Yi."

Zhao Yuanhe took a bite, and his beautiful but godless eyes couldn't see much.

He smiled and said, "Although I am not used to eating sweets, but this one is really good."

"Lord Yi likes it. I'll give you this plate." Yun Dai put the plate in his hand, "It just so happens that I'm full."

Zhao Yuanhe was taken aback, as if he didn't expect the imperial sister-in-law to be so straightforward.

He smiled softly and said, "It's a pity that Brother Huang is not here. He is in the palace alone, so he must be alone."

"That's not necessarily true." Yun Dai said, "He is not you, he has no wife, and he is alone. I don't know how many women in the palace beg to accompany him."

Zhao Yuanhe laughed.

The little emperor's wife's temper is really... dare to say anything.

"What did you do there before?" Yun Dai asked him.

"Compose a poem." Zhao Yuanhe smiled softly, looked at it up close, worthy of the four words with red lips and white teeth.

Anyway, he couldn't see it, Yun Dai looked at his face unscrupulously, and asked casually: "What poem has Wang Yi composed? Read it to me."

Wang Yi said with a soft smile: "I have no talents, nothing more. I should have heard of the emperor's wife in Beijing. Even my father thought I was useless."