Please don't see, please don't see

Mo Lingfeng sat calmly in front of the guqin. At this time, everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him, and only the sound of the piano was his only support.

The heavy rain outside the door seemed to be worse than before, and there were occasional thunder and lightning resounding through the sky and the earth. If you want to talk about playing with butterflies and clouds, you may not be able to experience this kind of weather, but Mo Lingfeng's playing still has a soul-stirring feeling. The charm makes people immerse themselves in it unconsciously.

Chi Mo didn't like playing the piano and dancing ink, so it was purely an excuse to invite Mo Lingfeng to meet friends with poetry, he just wanted to see how noble this lonely man really is.

But at this time, he had to regain his prejudice. In fact, in the hands of a man, the Guqin can completely deduce a different kind of excitement from that of a woman, and that kind of charm seems to be even more captivating.

Perhaps it was because Mo Lingfeng played the piano too much, or God was also moved by it. After just one song, the sky turned sunny, and the torrential rain just now hid behind the clouds as if shyly, and never dared to play again. Out.

"Good song, good song, it really has the beauty of playing butterflies and picking clouds." Su Chongcheng stood up, his tone was a little excited, and walked in front of Mo Lingfeng, and said with a smile, "It seems that the husband-in-law chosen by the emperor for Su Zi is not Wrong choice, ok, ok, really good."

Mo Lingfeng stood up, bowed slightly and said, "I'm showing my ugliness."

Among all the people in the hall, Tsing Yi was probably the only one who understood the meaning of Mo Lingfeng's song. He slowly picked up the wine glass, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

……

"Master, the young master Tsing Yi is looking for you." Chunlan's voice sounded outside the study, making Mo Lingfeng who was painting had to stop the brush in his hand.

"Please."

Mo Lingfeng saw Tsing Yi for the first time since the last farewell banquet on the Dragon Boat Festival. He knew that he would definitely come, but he didn't expect that this would make him wait for several days.

After Tsing Yi entered, Chun Lan tactfully withdrew from the door, although she still wanted to take a look, but the young master didn't like being disturbed by outsiders when something happened.

"Young master, you're still here." Mo Lingfeng's expression was the same as before, without any expression.

"Young master has already given Tsing Yi a reminder, if you don't know, then the reputation of the number one actress in the capital may be lost." Tsing Yi walked into the room slowly, his tone sounded a bit self-deprecating.

"Since he knows, then the young master naturally knows what Ling Feng is going to do?" Mo Lingfeng stared at Tsing Yi, and Liu Ying was flying around in his eyes, which was really pretty.

"I know, of course I know, how can Tsing Yi still not understand the son's bombing of the Hongmen Banquet?" Tsing Yi replied unnaturally.

"Is the young master willing?" Mo Lingfeng asked a little anxiously.

Tsing Yi paused for a moment, then said softly: "Is it the Second Prince?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Mo Lingfeng's eyes, and he couldn't help staring at Tsing Yi's delicate face, but he didn't know how to answer.

"Qing Yi thinks that this second son seems to care more about you." Qing Yi speculated.

Tsing Yi's words were what Mo Lingfeng didn't want to hear the last time, but after the last gathering, these words he didn't want to hear last time were probably already known to many people.

"Young Master, would you like to help Ling Feng?" Mo Lingfeng asked nervously.

"I...will." Tsing Yi replied hesitantly.

Mo Lingfeng smiled faintly at Tsing Yi. He could hear the hesitation in Tsing Yi's tone, but the affirmative answer still moved him a little.

"Tomorrow, Chi Mo invites a gathering at the Zuifeng Tower, and Ling Feng hopes that the young master can sing a good show."

……

Today, Zuifenglou was reserved by Chi Mo, and only him, Su Tan and Mo Lingfeng sat in the entire theater.

Tsing Yi personally appeared on the stage, performing his best Farewell My Concubine.

Su Tan looked at Tsing Yi's eyes, and never left for a moment, but Chi Mo obviously didn't do it for Tsing Yi.

"Mr. Mo looks so seriously, can you talk to Chi Mo?" Chi Mo sat down next to Mo Lingfeng, staring at him intently, as if he flew away in an instant if he was not careful.

Mo Lingfeng leaned back without a trace, picked up the wine glass on the table, and said indifferently: "Since the second son is the host, why do you need Lingfeng to explain?"

"Since you and I are friends, why don't you stop calling me Young Master, Second Prince, you call me Chi Mo, and I call you Ling Feng, how about that?"

Mo Lingfeng still looked at Tsing Yi on the stage, and said without squinting: "Okay."

"Ling Feng, why don't you always smile?" Chi Mo opened his feather fan and fanned it slowly.

"There is no ridiculous thing and no ridiculous person." Mo Lingfeng frowned slightly, and then regained his composure.

"What is a ridiculous thing, what is a ridiculous person." Chi Mo's fan became faster and faster.

"Second son, why bother to ask questions knowingly?" Mo Lingfeng replied helplessly.

As soon as Mo Lingfeng finished speaking, Tsing Yi on the stage was about to leave the stage. Su Tan, who was sitting opposite him, shouted "Okay" loudly, then got up and applauded vigorously.

"Why does Lingfeng use the word 'good'?" Chi Mo said something with ulterior motives, but Mo Lingfeng looked indifferently and fiercely.

Tsing Yi quickly changed clothes and came out, although the excerpts were still waving on the stage, but no one cared about them off the stage.

"The young master is really amazing, Yu Ji has been played so well." Su Tan didn't wait for Tsing Yi to take his seat, so he got up and stood next to him.

As if he didn't see him, Tsing Yi walked slowly to Chi Mo and sat down, picked up the wine glass he had just drank, and said, "Second Prince doesn't seem to be interested in Tsing Yi?"

Chi Mo was taken aback when he heard that, then took his wine glass from him, laughed loudly and said, "The young master's ability is the best in the past and present, how can Chi Mo not be interested?"

"Since that's the case, can I have a drink with Tsing Yi?" After Tsing Yi finished speaking, he filled the two cups and handed them to Chi Mo.

Chi Mo looked at the wine glass in front of him, with an elusive smile on his face.

Mo Lingfeng saw Chi Mo's hesitation, and was secretly anxious, so he raised the wine glass in front of him and said, "Could it be that the second son dare not drink?"

Chi Mo stared at Mo Lingfeng strangely, and said after a long time: "Since Ling Feng wants Chi Mo to drink, how can I live up to your good intentions."

Su Tan felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and wanted to stop Chi Mo, but he moved too fast. When he walked quickly to his side, Chi Mo had already drank the wine in front of him.

Tsing Yi put down the empty wine glass and said with a smile: "Second Prince is really refreshing."

"I have always heard that the young master has always thought highly of himself. It is a great honor for Chi Mo to be favored by the young master today." Chi Mo's body could not help but lean towards Tsing Yi. impetuous.

"Although Tsing Yi always pretends to be noble, he is still an ordinary person." A look of disgust flashed in Tsing Yi's eyes, but the speed was so fast that no one noticed.

"I wonder if the young master is interested in going to the palace?" Chi Mo filled the wine glass again, raised it in front of Tsing Yi, and smiled provocatively, "There is a big bed in Chi Mo's house, but wait for the young master's arrival."

Tsing Yi's complexion changed, his body felt a little stiff, and said: "Tsing Yi has never been interested in other people's beds."

"But why?" Chi Mo drank the wine in the glass, put the glass heavily on the table, and said with deep eyes, "Chi Mo's bed is very clean, and no one else has touched it yet, but wait The person who moved Chi Mo's heart."

"Hmph, is that so?" There was an intriguing sarcasm in Mo Lingfeng's tone.

He remembered that Chunlan once said that different people slept in Chi Mo's bed every day, not only women but also men, but at this moment he was so bold as to say that he had never slept with anyone else.

Chi Mo heard Mo Lingfeng's contempt, and he asked across Tsing Yi who was sitting between them: "Do you not believe Lingfeng?"

"Whether someone else slept in the second son's bed, we are not interested." Tsing Yi raised the wine glass to block Chi Mo's face, and said with a smile, "Tsing Yi just wants to offer another cup to the second son."