Flower Stealing Master Chapter 812: Wan Yanliang who can’t be restrained

"What are you really afraid of. ≥" Song Qingshu secretly smiled, but he quickly realized something was wrong, Uncle Tang Kuo? He raised his head in amazement, only to discover that a pretty girl was standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile, who was it if it wasn't Wanyan Zhongjie?

Notice the murderous eyes of the men around him, Song Qingshu also secretly smiled bitterly. No wonder these men are so angry that they have already married the first beauty of the Kingdom of Jin, but the future first beauty of the Kingdom of Jin took the initiative to come over again. It's strange that those people are not angry.

But what do you want to do this time? Although there is no explicit stipulation, people generally default to unmarried ones looking for unmarried ones, and married ones jumping with their spouse. She knows that Tang Kuobian is already married and his wife is still nearby. Is it really good to just run over and invite them? ?

Song Qingshu really wanted to promise her, not because of how romantic it would be to be with a beautiful girl, but because he was curious why this girl always looked towards herself, and the two of them will have no grudges in the past and have no grudges.

"Could it be that Tang Kuobian had bullied her before and abandoned her at the end?" Song Qingshu even had the plots of some third-rate romance dramas in his previous life, but he quickly denied it. After all, he was right. The inexplicable sense of familiarity is very sensitive, and the two must have seen it somewhere before, but he has been thinking about it for half a day, and he can't remember where he has seen it.

Even though Song Qingshu wanted to take the opportunity to contact her and try it out, he knew his own weight, how could he dance the Jurchen dance, and he wouldn't be able to reveal everything when he appeared on stage.

"What's the matter, isn't Uncle Tang Kuo disgusting with heavy knots?" The girl put her hands behind her waist and leaned her upper body towards her, looking extremely delicate and charming.

"Uh..." When Song Qingshu was having a headache how to refuse, Gebi next to him laughed and said, "You ghost girl, find other teenagers by yourself. Uncle Tang Kuo's aunt, and he wants to accompany him. Just dance with me."

After talking about Gobi, she turned her head and smiled at Song Qingshu: "Right, my husband?" Song Qingshu nodded blankly. Gobi had already stretched out his hand, grabbed him and walked into the field, staying. A person stood in the same place and stomped his feet with anger.

"Respect, or let's dance together." A teenager who had been paying attention to the recurrence approached with a smile.

"Get out!" The girl spit out a word coldly, turning around and leaving without even looking at the man.

The boy was ridiculed by his companions around him. Looking at Qianli's back when he left the festival, the boy loved and hated, and whispered quietly: "Huh, pretending to be a pure girl, there is such a mother, daughter Where can I get better."

"But there are so many godfathers who can't stand her, there are really few who dare to bully her in this capital." The companion next to her laughed.

"Don’t say that the grapes are sour if you can’t eat the grapes. Severe Festival is different from her mother. Have you ever heard of any man she has been close to?" The other person may be an admirer of Severance Festival, subconsciously. Speaking good things for the lover of the dream.

"Hmph, it's just that you don't know. Who knows if she will go around in secret, didn't she take the initiative to seduce Tang Kuo's family?" The boy sneered before.

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Song Qingshu frowned slightly when he heard the discussion of those teenagers. He didn't expect that the festival was cheerful and lively, and there were so many difficulties behind it, and he didn't know what her mother was that those teenagers were talking about.

"What are you thinking about?" Gobi's soft voice rang.

Song Qingshu came back to his senses and smiled slightly: "I'm thinking about you as an elder, but you eat the jealousy of a junior."

"Where is it~" Gebi Qiao blushed, "I didn't do it for...for..."

"For what?" Song Qingshu asked subconsciously.

"It's nothing," Gobi shook his head slightly, holding his hand, "Let's dance."

Song Qingshu cried secretly, he didn't know how to dance at all, isn't it about to show off? At the time of the sparks and fire, he had an idea, his eyes looked at the singing and dancing men and women nearby. Perhaps the dual soul caused him to have much greater mental power than ordinary people. He could even watch martial arts once and see whether other Jurchens danced. How long did he learn how to learn, and immediately learned a rough idea. Although he had no way of looking at him because he didn't explain it in detail, he was barely enough to deal with urgent needs.

Gebi was also very surprised that Song Qingshu actually danced in a different way. Originally, she expected that the other party shouldn't be right at all.

"How about it, did you dance well for your husband?" If it weren't for staring at Tang Kuobian's mask, Song Qingshu would jump out of such a shameful dance.

Seeing the other party's winking eyebrows and smirking, Gobi didn't know why, and felt that the previous gloomy mood was wiped out. He chuckled out, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands in fright. The snow-white delicate hands and delicate beauty dripped. Her lips complement each other, forming an extremely beautiful picture: "You don't know where you learned it~ IndoMTL.com~ Although it looks similar on the surface, the rhythm is all wrong. Follow me and I will teach you." /

Gobi took him by the hand, teaching one by one, and the two slowly jumped up in the corner.

Song Qingshu was secretly startled by smelling the faint fragrance from Gobi's body. Why did she find that I couldn't dance but didn't respond? Didn’t Tang Kuobian know how to dance before?

After thinking about it, he only thought of this explanation, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Hey, it made me nervous for so long. I knew this and just said it directly.

With the guidance of the famous teacher of Gebi, Song Qingshu danced better and better, and her dancing postures became more and more harmonious. I don’t know how long it took, and there was a pop applause next to him: "It’s a good couple who raised their eyebrows. Loving couple."

Gebi seemed to wake up suddenly, pushed Song Qingshu aside, and returned to his seat. He drank a glass of water and wine, his face was slightly red, and he didn't know whether it was red from the wine or blush.

Song Qingshu looked back and saw that Yan Liang was standing there. He couldn't help but smile and said, "The prince is overwhelmed."

Wan Yanliang’s mind was still reminiscent of the slender and snowy neck that Gebi had exposed just now when he was drinking. He even doubted that if there were no other people in the court, he would not be able to run up and hug him. Kiss her! And the shyness that Gebi showed at the moment when she pushed her husband away, it almost made him feel like a cat scratching in his heart.

Song Qingshu's voice awakened him. He took the opportunity to pull the other party aside and asked in a low voice: "What about the matter we discussed before, how about tonight?"

Song Qingshu's heart was secretly angry, this Wanyanliang was really a wicked ghost, and couldn't help it so soon. At the moment, he said calmly: "I am afraid that time is too rushed tonight. Many things are not easy to arrange, and it is difficult to hide them from them." 8 More exciting novels, welcome to visit everyone's school