The queen's vest fell off, I picked it up for you

Chapter 86 [86] What is the name of this chapter?Please take a closer look

Looking around, it seems that there is nothing he cares about in the entire Lingyun Temple, and she will spoil it.

"Your Majesty, from what you said, aren't the concubines all for you?" Yun Mumu turned her head and smiled at the man.

What a good one for him, he just feels that life is so sad, he wants to play Chopin on the spot.

"Your Majesty, the guqin in your study should not be your treasure, right?" Yun Mumu entered Duan Yihuang's study by chance, and found that apart from the mountain of memorials, there were only some collections of books, which were ruthlessly boring.

Only the guqin standing in the corner was particularly eye-catching. Last time she plucked it a few times, the sound of the piano was as beautiful as clear springs and flowing water.

But she has no cells in that area, and she doesn't know how to play a few tunes. She was forced to learn it for a few days since she was a child.

But for the good guqin in his study, she is willing to learn for a few more days, anyway these few days are boring.

The man suddenly widened his eyes and shouted: "Don't move that piano."

It was also his big treasure, it was obtained by chance when he was fighting abroad, it was made by the master, and it was the only one he was going to give to his beloved sister when she was born.

"Your Majesty, you are so stingy. You are a martial artist. Why do you need a qin? Besides, the concubine just uses it to play the qin, so it won't be damaged."

"No, no." Duan Yihuang flatly refused.

Hmph, he is a martial artist who practices martial arts?Has no one educated her?
Duan Yihuang is an all-rounder in civil and military affairs, and he is also proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

However, the emperor didn't need to explain this to her.

But before the negotiation here was over, there was the sound of Bingqiao returning from the mission at the door.

"Ma'am, Qin is here."

Duan Yihuang: ...

This master and servant are both thieves, right?Do not ask for self-collection?

"Yunmumu, you are not allowed to touch my guqin, if you dare to touch it, I will chop you into meat and feed it to Dahei..."

It's as if his threat can threaten anyone.

None of the three people in Lingyun Palace listened to him.

Yun Mumu stared straight at the guqin in Bingqiao's hand, hugged it, and walked to the desk.

With a sound of duang, he put the piano on the table.

Seeing Yun Mumu treat the man of guqin so roughly, he called out distressedly: "Damn woman, put it lightly, this is made by a master, if it breaks, you won't be able to pay for it."

Yun Mumu looked back at him and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's not bad, this concubine will play a little tune for the emperor to relieve boredom."

Duan Yihuang now only hopes that this dead woman is really a woman who is proficient in rhythm and can take good care of this piano.

Sitting in front of the desk in a dignified manner, rolled up his wide sleeves, stretched out a pair of slender hands, those white hands were tender and slender, quite suitable for playing the piano.

bang~
bang~bang~bang~
Not surprisingly, an accident happened.

The life-threatening sound of the piano exploded in Lingyun Hall.

Even the little maids and eunuchs who were about to come in to monitor them all covered their ears and ran away when they heard Yun Mumu's piano sound.

Bingqiao, who admired her the most and was so determined, couldn't help but cover her ears.

The sound of her mother's piano is really too ugly.

The tyrant on the bed couldn't move his whole body, but he couldn't bear the humiliation, and shouted loudly: "Bingqiao, quickly put cotton in my ears, hurry... hurry..."

It seemed that if he was a second late, he would be taken over by Yun Mumu's supernatural power.

"Oh oh oh..." Bingqiao ordered something like pounding garlic, and then went to find cotton for Duan Yihuang in the hall.

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