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Chapter 249 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (16)

"Yes, guest officer, this is the topic that Yan Yi just wrote with his own hands." Bustard said without a trace of panic.

The ice-blue person carefully looked at the majestic, smooth and flowing words on the paper, and the two big characters of 'Breaking Heart', which looked like a dragon, couldn't help but chuckled.

The night she treated Sikong Zhao for cold poison, when she was waiting for the needle to be pulled out, because she was too bored, she searched his dormitory all over, and saw a copybook with exactly the same font on his desk, Now she came to the Jiaofang Division to look for Yan Yi Huakui as a company, but she unexpectedly surprised this person, and even pretended to be Yan Yi to give herself a question, isn't she afraid of revealing her details?

But this also just confirmed the conjecture in my heart that the Jiaofang Division is indeed Sikong Zhao's territory.

For his two words, Bei'er felt a little ridiculous.

Is he saying that he is a playboy?

Sure enough, he is an extremely stingy man. He obviously wants to cut her into pieces, but he is still jealous because she is with other men. There is really a little bit of cuteness and duplicity.

Her plain hand picked up the brush beside her.

She wrote a seven-character poem on a blank piece of paper, and blew the ink lightly until it was completely dry. She gently folded it together, and then handed it to the bustard, "You take this poem to that 'Yan Yi' Young master, just say this is what I want to say to him, remember not to peek, or your young master will definitely offend you."

Bustard took the paper and was extremely curious, but when he heard Bei Er's words, he suppressed the desire to peek in his heart, gave a faint "hmm", and walked out with the paper. Then I went up to the third floor without stopping.

Looking at his hurried figure, Bei'er's smile grew even wider. She sat on a chair with her chin in her hand, wondering what his reaction would be when she saw it.

Is it furious?
Still shy?

It would be great if I could see his reaction, no matter what kind of expression that face makes, it will look good, right?

The third floor, Qingyi Pavilion.

Sikong Zhao Subai opened the paper with his fingertips, and after seeing the content on it, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is that how she asked you to convey it to me just now?"

The bustard nodded, "His Royal Highness, that's what she said. She said that it was all what she wanted to say to you."

Sikong Zhao glanced at the content on the paper again, his heart beat suddenly and violently, and a slight arc appeared on his cold thin lips.

I met the son Hongchenluan, and I made a lover's appointment with a warm smile.

You and I are holding hands and our hearts are round, and our hearts are chaotic with a ray of love.

She is born gorgeous, beautiful and soft, and her love is deep and infatuated.

The secular dream is happy in the Taoyuan, and the blue hair is accompanied until the head is white. {Note: I copied the verses, so don’t worry about others. }
If she really treats herself like this in the poem, maybe it should be good.

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Bei'er, who was anxiously waiting in the private room, had drunk how many glasses of wine, his whole head was in a daze.

Suddenly, at the door of the box, the man was wearing a magnificent red robe, on which a pattern of clouds, mountains and seas was embroidered with gold thread, and he was seen holding a guqin in his hand, with red silk thread hanging from the end of the piano.

The black hair like a waterfall is scattered on some thin backs, and some are fixed with a green hairpin all over the body. On the fair face, there is a silver mask half embroidered with twigs, covering him. Most of the face is beautiful, and on the other side, where it is not covered, is a bright red blooming manjusawa flower, which looks extremely seductive and seductive.

The man's chin was lifted slightly, his bright red lips seemed to be smeared with blood, his whole body carried a feeling of repelling others thousands of miles away, and his eyes were slightly closed with a sense of carelessness and laziness, which made this picture even more perfect. The pictures of beauties made her unable to take her eyes off more and more.

The dark eyes looked at Bei'er fixedly, a smile suddenly appeared on that expressionless face, the bright red lips curled up, and the long black eyelashes fluttered a few times.

This alluring smile directly knocked Bei Er's soul away, and then she lowered her eyelids to cover her ice-blue pupils, so that no one could detect the emotion in his eyes.

"I heard that Mr. Yan Yi's piano skills are very good. I wonder if I can have the honor to listen to you play a piece today?" After speaking, he gestured to Ling Xing and Ling Yue behind him, and the two walked out of the box.

Sikong Zhao looked at her suspiciously, and when he heard her words, he wondered in his heart that she didn't recognize him?
Immediately, his Adam's apple rolled, his voice was a little hoarse, and he responded casually.

"Ah."

Then he hugged the piano, walked to the piano table beside him, and put it down gently.

The long and slender fingertips with well-defined joints lightly covered the strings and plucked lightly, a crisp music sounded, and then the fingertips sped up little by little.

A piece of "Pingsha Luoyan" is slowly drifting away, the sound of the music flowing from his plain fingertips, like a butterfly spreading its wings to fly, fluttering its agile wings, flowing clear and bright, and it seems to be beyond the Great Wall. The distant sky is full of clear light.

One song finished.

Bei'er is still silent in the artistic conception created by the sound of the piano every second, and has not yet woken up.

It took a long time before she came back to her senses, her eyes met the person sitting in front of the piano, her back stiffened for a moment, she really wanted to cover his eyes, for some reason she only had to look at him today , I couldn't restrain my tension.

"Sure enough, as the rumors say, the sound of the young master's zither will be heard endlessly for three days."

Sikong Zhao stood up, went to sit in front of her, picked up the jug with his plain hand and poured her a glass gently, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yi'er can see from the seven words that you are deeply I don’t think this love was meant for me, but who is this young master who can make you admire him so much?”

Bei Er lightly picked up the wine glass and sipped it on her lips, then moved her body slightly forward, gently covering the tip of his ear, and said in a flat tone: "This poem is for you, of course it is for Yan Mr. Yi said it."

She was so close that Sikong Zhao could smell the sound on her body, he couldn't help but approach her neck and sniff lightly, the posture of the two of them was really ambiguous.

However, Bei Er's attention was not on this at all, but was thinking about how to make Si Kong Zhao's favorability towards him go up.

Suddenly he coughed lightly, and his face instantly turned pale.

Bei Er hurriedly put her fingertips on his pulse, and found that the cold poison in his body had flared up again.

Seeing his fragile appearance, she stretched out her hand to her cuff, took out the pill from inside, squeezed it between her plain fingertips, and handed it to his bright red lips, she said, "Hey, open your mouth."

Sikong Zhao paused for a while, then opened his mouth, and swallowed the medicine.

Watching his every move, Bei'er frowned slightly, feeling a little doubtful in her heart, is this really the black-hearted Sikong Zhao who was behind the tree and wanted to rip her apart?
Why are you so good?
When asked to open his mouth to take the medicine, he took it without even asking?
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(End of this chapter)