Jiang Longyi came over and poked He Qingqing's face. She asked in a low voice: "Qingqing, tell me honestly, what is my uncle here for?"

"Why don't you ask Hongye?" He Qingqing blinked.

Jiang Longyi glanced at Hongye, who exuded the aura of being alive, and shrugged.

This is He Qingqing's first time participating in the opera, and she is still in the rehearsal stage. There is no pressure from everyone at first, but when Wen Yujun comes, the air in the background becomes subtle. Especially the young girls, they rub their hands one by one.

It's like going on stage to fight!

Hongye ran behind Wen Yujun and stood, trying to use his cold eyes to force the little girls to look away from the scorching gaze of his young master. What to look at? The young master already has a little fairy! No more, no need!

Jiang Longyi also secretly observed Wen Yujun from the backstage.

My uncle's eyes were always staring at Qingqing!

My uncle must have come because of Qingqing, who is worried about being injured and going on stage!

My grandfather is such a good man... Where should I find the demon?

Hongye never expected that just when he was trying hard to keep a few more days of cabbage, Jiang Longyi had already sold the cabbage secretly.

After a scene, He Qingqing was helped off the stage.

Jiang Longyi took a veil to wipe the sweat of He Qingqing and said with concern: "The injury has not cracked."

"No." He Qingqing smiled and her eyes floated towards Wen Yujun.

She was never nervous when she sang songs in front of so many people. Instead, when there was only one Wen Yujun in the audience, she felt nervous.

Will Wen Yujun like the songs she sang?

But Wen Yujun's expression was as normal as she could not see his likes and dislikes.

Of course, Hongye knew that his young master had been watching He Qingqing, and that the moment his young master thought of getting up at that moment when He Qingqing finished singing.

Maybe I want to help He Qingqing.

During the lunch break, Jiang Longyi stuffed a book into He Qingqing's arms.

"You must go back to your room and see!"

Perhaps Jiang Longyi's tone of speaking was too serious, and He Qingqing didn't even look at it.

So when she jumped behind Wen Yujun with one leg, the so-called book accidentally fell out, and she saw the content clearly. Of course, before Wen Yujun turned around, she quickly picked it up, looking innocent, just thinking that nothing had happened.

Hongye looked at He Qingqing with a silence.

Tsk, such a stupid little fairy... he felt a little distressed.

Fortunately, I was in love with his young master, otherwise I wouldn't know if I was sold.

Then when He Qingqing returned to the house at night, she could not find the source of the sin.

Hongye looked at her with a grief on her waist, looking heartbroken: "Young Master asked me to take that book away. You can learn these messy things at a young age. You can do it yourself."

Before I could pass the door, I looked at the picture of Hehuan!

He Qingqing stretched out her hand towards Hongye's back, thinking that she could explain it again.

She doesn't mean that!

Could it be that Wen Yujun is thinking wrong too?

He Qingqing was embarrassed to take the initiative to find Wen Yujun. It was also embarrassing to explain this. She was just a pure little thrush. Why did you harm me, the boss lady?

She couldn't sleep without doing anything.

In a very entangled situation, He Qingqing pinched a light green paper crane.

After the little paper crane flew out, she covered her face and rolled on the bed twice.

Oh, why did she take the initiative to mention this matter?

Maybe Wen Yujun had forgotten it long ago, or was asleep?

It’s not her fault, why is she the only one who is suffering from condemnation from her conscience now?

After three questions that hit the soul directly, He Qingqing felt that she was almost a useless bird. So much so that when he didn't receive a response for a long time, He Qingqing was relieved.

It's true that I'm asleep.

After Wen Yujun took a shower, he saw a small paper crane rushing behind the bead curtain as soon as he entered the door. He raised his hand to summon the small paper crane and knew who it was at a glance.

"Young Master, are you busy?"

Wen Yujun glanced at the erotic palace book on the table and always felt that the little girl's question was ulterior motive. He knocked on the window frame, and Wu Yao outside ran over.

“What are our little guests doing?”

Wu Yao quickly turned around: "The little guest was lying on the bed and rolling around."

Wen Yujun thought about it and added a layer of demonic power to the small paper crane and sent it back.

Therefore, the first thing He Qingqing saw was the picture of the erotic palace.

She had reason to suspect that it was intentional by Wen Yujun.

Wen Yujun was brewing tea with her long hair loose. He Qingqing felt that he had just returned from a shower and his hair was still stained with water, which looked gentler than during the day.

He Qingqing looked at her disheveled appearance, quickly avoided the paper crane's vision, and after taking it over, she knelt obediently on the bed: "Young master, good evening."

"Good evening." Wen Yujun replied. Wen Yujun did not show any dissatisfaction with He Qingqing's appearance just now. "What do you want to say when you look for me at this time?"

"Young Master, I'll confess something." He Qingqing pretended to cough lightly, "I sneaked into the attic today, and then saw the music score that you were halfway through, so I secretly learned a little."

Wen Yujun raised her eyebrows gently: "Can you sing?"

"The time is too fast and I haven't practiced it well yet. However, the music score is the same as the music scores I passed down from my family. It's not very difficult to learn. I'll remember it after reading it twice."

"Actually, I don't understand why my family's ancestral music score does not use the common music of the bird clan. Although my mother often says that as a thrush, there is no song that cannot be sung. This is about the dignity of the thrush and the dignity of the thrush cannot be provoked."

Wen Yujun smiled as He Qingqing's complaint: "What do you think?"

"I think my mother is right." He Qingqing blinked, "Actually, when I was a child, I didn't want to be a singer. I wanted to be a general. I rode a war horse. That's so majestic!"

Wen Yujun asked with interest: "Do your parents disagree?"

"They agreed and personally sent me to the battlefield to let me feel it up close. For this reason, I was sure that they must be my biological parents. Later, a colorful pheasant came from somewhere and shook my eyes, causing me to fail to succeed. The most annoying thing was that my parents kept laughing at me, and I broke up with them for a day."

Wen Yujun imagined the scene of a small thrush being chased by a big pheasant. The girl's past was very colorful. In order not to stimulate the girl, he did not continue to ask: "If you are still interested in the general, just tell Jiang Longyi."

The pie is smashed as soon as it is said.

He Qingqing was excited for a while and shook her head again.

She can now experience a different life in songs or plays, and there is no need to get involved in the battlefield again. Moreover, if Jiang Longyi relies on Wen Yujun's relationship, it may be possible that Jiang Longyi's mind will be tilted to wherever she can go.

After all, Wen Yujun is out of care for his younger generations.

She was just a pitiful unrequited love.

Wen Yujun said: "If you are interested in music scores, you can go to the attic to study at any time. It's not too late today. Are you going to go back to Yanyu Pavilion tomorrow? Go to bed quickly."

He Qingqing sighed at Wen Yujun's considerateness again, and fell asleep on the bed with his head covered.

Wen Yujun put away the magic and his eyes fell on Zong Leling at the head of the bed. After a long time, he walked to the desk and sat down, and flipped through the erotic booklet that the little girl had on her body.

Perhaps, he should knock on Jiang Longyi's girl.

How can you show these things to children?

Jiang Longyi didn't know that she was thinking about her uncle, so she took a beautiful sleep, got up early, and then took He Qingqing away from the quilt.

Today, Yanyu Pavilion was booked.

The newlywed Wei Rong is such a rich and powerful person.

To make his beloved wife smile, Mr. Wei spent money like flowing water.

Chu Jinyao made an appointment with Su Qingwan again.

Two beauties with different temperaments sat below and listened to music. This was the first time since the opening of Yanyu Pavilion. When He Qingqing came on stage, she couldn't help but be stunned. Are there so many beauties in humans now? How can this make her feel good about it?

"Hey, isn't that Miss Qingwan?"

"Is it true? I haven't seen Miss Qingwan for a long time. I heard that she is married?"

"Miss Qingwan is getting more and more beautiful. If I can become beautiful when I get married, I can do it too! Ah, even if Miss Qingwan gets married, she is still the goddess in my mind!"

"I'm sorry...I think Miss Qingwan is very good at being with her uncle, and I'm guilty."

"I don't care. Anyway, I haven't seen the wedding, so Miss Qingwan might not get married!"

"To be honest, Miss Qingwan's friend is also very beautiful."

"Sure enough, in this world, we also have to look at our appearance."

"We can still be good sisters if we see through and not tell them!"

Chu Jinyao, the national teacher, is too far away from their lives, so no one recognizes the gorgeous woman beside Su Qingwan at this moment.

"Uncle? Who is this?" Chu Jinyao asked Su Qingwan in surprise.

Su Qingwan explained: "It's Jiu Ye's friend."
To be continued...