The reborn prostitute will turn the sky

Chapter 380
When Master Shengji said this, he stopped, looked up at Wang Chenyang, with a smile on his lips, and asked, "Guess, have I learned it in the end?"

Wang Chenyang was silent for a while, then said with a smile: "I think I should have learned it."

Mrs. Shengji smiled and said neither yes nor no. She just took out a short flute from her sleeve, wiped it with the sleeve, and said, "Mind if I play a song for you?"

Wang Chenyang laughed immediately, looked at Mr. Shengji and said, "How could that be, Mr. Shengji, please."

After receiving Wang Chenyang's answer, Master Shengji brought the flute to his mouth, and began to whine.

Wang Chenyang raised his eyes slightly, and listened to the sound of the flute. She had heard this song before. This was the first time Wang Chenyang entered the village. He accidentally heard someone playing the music. Lord Jiji is blowing.

Different from that time, Master Shengji's song is less sad and more joyful, as if a young girl with a spring heart is expressing her thoughts with the song.

After listening to the whole song quietly, Wang Chenyang looked at the opposite Master Shengji, she smiled and said to Wang Chenyang, "Does it sound good?"

Wang Chenyang nodded and said, "It sounds good."

After Mr. Shengji wiped the flute with his sleeve, his smile became a little cold, and he said, "It's useless to play it well. No matter how well you play it, he can't hear it."

As she spoke, she sighed, put the flute away, looked up at Wang Chenyang and said, "I have practiced this piece for 50 years, why has it only been 50 years?"

Lord Shengji's eyes were full of sadness. At that moment, Wang Chenyang felt that she seemed to be several years older, but her face was clearly still that of a girl.

After being silent for a while, Lord Shengji said again: "Let's not talk about this, let's continue with the story just now."

In the end, Murong Zhan taught Yanyue that song. The difficulty of the piece is not too great. Yanyue has improved a lot compared to yesterday, and she learned it in less than two hours. She looked at Murong Zhan triumphantly and said, "You See, I've learned."

Murong Zhan snorted, and said with great disdain: "If it were me, I would have learned it in less than half an hour."

Yanyue's face was black again, and she said displeasedly: "What's the big deal, I'm still a beginner, so you'd be ashamed to compare with me."

Seeing her unconvinced look, Murong Zhan only thought it was funny, he stretched out his hand to hook Gou Yanyue's nose, and suddenly heard the sound of drum music, he gasped, and asked: "What day is it today, so lively?"

Yanyue snorted, suddenly remembered something, and said to Murong Zhan: "Today is the Flower Festival, I forgot about it, come with me to the street, it's fun."

As he said that, Murong Zhan's hand was held by Yanyue, and he ran out of the yard. The two of them ran to the street in one breath. There were many people on the street, and everyone was smiling, holding a bouquet of Flowers, come and go.

"I heard that every year during the Flower Festival, men, women and children will go out with flowers, and then throw the flowers into the river, praying for the blessing of the mother god." Murong Zhan looked at the crowd and said to Yanyue.

Yanyue gave a grace, and said with a bit of disdain: "There are so many people who want to petition the Mother God every year, and the Mother God doesn't know if they can be busy?"

Murong Zhan snorted, and said with a smile, "Why, you seem to be a bit disbelieving in the existence of the Mother God?"

Yanyue made a silence gesture to Murong Zhan, and said: "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't say that I don't believe in the Mother God."

Murong Zhan smiled softly: "Since you believe it, you should believe that the Mother God has this ability. Why don't you believe it?"

Yanyue was speechless, Murong Zhan's words made her unable to refute, she just went to the side of the street silently, bought two flowers from an old lady, and when she came back, Yanyue handed a flower to Murong Zhan, saying: "Take it."

Murong Zhan took it, looked at Yanyue, and said, "Where are we going next?"

Yanyue rolled her eyes at Murong Zhan, and said as if looking at an idiot: "Of course I went to Chenghe, didn't you say that we should believe that the Mother God has the ability to protect us? Then go to petition the Mother God, I have many I have so many wishes, I hope the Mother God can help me realize them."

Seeing Yanyue's serious appearance, Murong Zhan laughed out loud and said, "Okay, let's go then."

After walking a few steps, Murong Zhan asked, "What wish do you want Mother God to help you realize?"

Yanyue looked at Murong Zhan, and said impatiently: "Why did I tell you?"

Hearing her fierce tone, Murong Zhan touched his nose innocently, looked at Yanyue, and said: "Just curious, I want to know what you are thinking about with your little head?"

As he said that, Murong Zhan poked Yan Yue's forehead with his hand, and Yan Yue rudely slapped her away. She said, "What am I thinking, what does it have to do with you?"

Hearing this, Murong Zhan made a very hurt expression, looked at Yanyue, blinked her delicate eyebrows, and said: "I am also your master after all, can't I care about you?"

Yanyue pursed her lips, snorted, and said, "It's okay to tell you, but I have a condition."

Murong Zhan said kindly, "What conditions do you have?"

Yanyue rolled her eyeballs, said with a smirk: "I told you, you also have to tell me your wish."

Murong Zhan almost laughed again, thinking that this little girl would put forward some conditions, but it turned out to be this, he immediately chuckled and said: "This is natural, as long as you tell me, I will tell you."

Yan Yue stretched out her little finger towards Murong Zhan, and said, "It's a deal."

Murong Zhan also stretched out his little finger, hooked up with Yanyue, and said, "It's a deal."

After reaching an agreement, Yanyue thought for a while and said, "My wish is that the mother god can bless me so that I can have delicious food every day."

Hearing this, Murong Zhan couldn't help but burst out laughing, he put his hands on his waist, looked at Yanyue, Yanyue still looked at him blankly, and asked: "What are you laughing at?"

Murong Zhan smiled for a while, straightened up, looked at Yanyue, and said: "It's nothing, the wish is good."

Yanyue said with a matter-of-fact face: "That's right, you haven't said what your wish is yet?"

Murong Zhan put away his smile, looked at Yanyue solemnly, and said: "I want to make a wish to the Mother God, I hope she can bless you, so that you can have delicious food every day."

Yanyue froze for a moment, looked at Murong Zhan, saw that he looked serious, he didn't look like he was joking, he looked serious, as if he regarded her wish as the supreme wish, for some reason, Yanyue's face was a little hot , looking at Murong Zhan, the corners of his mouth curled up, a little shy.

(End of this chapter)