Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort

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"I want no roots." Lei Yufeng was worried about how he found Fen, who had never seen the end of the dragon, and met him here. It's God's help.

"Okay." Fen agreed very happily: "However, it's up to me to decide what to bet on."

This sentence still made Lei Yufeng hesitate.

In fact, Lei Yufeng didn't know what to bet for.

Su Qiqi's eyes moved slightly, and Yingying raised her phoenix eyes: "I heard that Mr. Fen played a flute all over the country, and a little girl played a piece. If Mr. Fen can match the sound of the flute, it will be considered a win, and if not, it will be considered a loss. How are you?"

"You?" Lei Yufeng could no longer be calm, and stared straight at Su Qiqi.

Mo Wenchen has investigated Su Qiqi's life experience more than once, and it seems that he is not proficient in anything except medical skills.

"Yes." At this time, Su Qiqi had a resolute face, and her phoenix eyes were full of persistence.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you lose?" Lei Yufeng's eyes were filled with anger.

"I know." Su Qiqi looked calm.

Death would be a big deal, but Su Qiqi is still very sure about her piano skills, even though it will expose everything about herself to others.

However, there is no other choice.

Mo Wenchen couldn't recover, and he couldn't survive.

I can only fight.

"Okay, the time and place are decided by the girl." Fen raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of clear springs, looking at Su Qiqi who was only delicate and handsome in front of him, his insistence gave people the illusion of brilliance.

"Three days later, beidinghouwangfu." Su Qiqi didn't want to waste time, and got Mo Wenchen to stand up as soon as possible so that he could recover in a limited time.

A look of disbelief flashed in Fen's eyes, but he disappeared immediately, and nodded: "It's a deal."

He clasped his fist at Lei Yufeng again: "There is a time for the back fist."

Then he turned around and left, the green shirt fluttering with the wind, carrying a bit of a bone fairy wind.

"You go back and explain to Wenchen yourself." Lei Yufeng shook his head and walked down the mountain.

First she was stunned for a moment, then Su Qiqi smiled lightly, and also walked down the mountain.

As twilight falls, the Austrian city in winter looks a bit old-fashioned, and the colorful clouds shine down, reflecting a touch of tranquility.

Because it is winter, there are not many pedestrians on the street.

Su Qiqi closed her eyes quietly all the way, she was thinking about how to explain to Mo Wenchen when she went back.

She didn't know Mo Wenchen very well, and she wondered if she would lose her temper again after hearing her reasons.

But even if he was furious, he had already decided to gamble with Fen.

Thinking of this, I was relieved a bit.

Looking at the carriage slowly driving into the palace, Hua Qianzi stood in the distance and watched carefully, the driver didn't panic at all, but she didn't care, because for the palace, Su Qiqi's life was worthless money.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a slight smugness.

But when Lei Yufeng jumped out of the carriage and reached out to help Su Qiqi out of the carriage, Hua Qianzi almost screamed.

When she thought that she had seen a ghost, someone had already reported to her that Su Qiqi had fallen into the mountains...

Su Qiqi didn't go back to her room, but went directly to see Mo Wenchen.

Some things have to be faced sooner or later, so there is no need to procrastinate.

Lei Yufeng looked like he had nothing to do with himself, and sat straight back on his chair, while drinking the tea brought by his servants.

The cold words on the side were a little inexplicable. After seeing the two people who walked in one after another, they lowered their heads again.

"How is it?" Mo Wenchen looked at Su Qiqi.

"Found it." Su Qiqi lightly raised her eyes, facing Mo Wenchen directly.

"Very good." Mo Wenchen looked as if it should be taken for granted, and then lowered his eyebrows: "Yufeng, I will leave the matters without roots to you."

"I don't think I need to do it myself, your concubine is all settled." Of course Lei Yufeng disapproved of the bet between Su Qiqi and Fen. Su Qiqi wants to bet on harmony with him, isn't that self-defeating?

"Oh?" Mo Wenchen was a little surprised, and looked at Su Qiqi playfully.

Those eyes were still as black as a dry well, making it hard to see clearly.

Without any emotional fluctuations, Su Qiqi slowly told about the bet with Fen, but did not mention the encounter with the assassin.

She knew that even if this matter was revealed, Mo Wenchen would not care about it, so why should she make fun of it.

The room was very quiet, and the atmosphere was somewhat dignified.

Su Qiqi had already made mental preparations, so she remained calm.

"If you lose...you know it!" Mo Wenchen said coldly.

"I know." Su Qiqi was also expressionless, with a hint of arrogance and persistence.

She can only maintain her self-esteem in this form.

This is the only self-esteem.

For three days, Su Qiqi didn't practice playing the piano hard, but sat in the room reading medical books, with a relaxed and contented look, which is actually good, at least Hua Qianzi didn't dare to embarrass herself.

Regarding that woman, Su Qiqi felt that she had to fight back, and she had to win with one blow.

Jing Man's revenge must be avenged.

She can bear it, but there is a bottom line.

Qinghuayuan.

Fen was still wearing a blue gown, his long hair was tied on top of his head with a lake-white headband, his handsome face was as white as jade, and his whole body was full of bookish elegance and gentleness, which always gave people a very quiet feeling.

"Prince Beidinghou." Fen did not perform the official salute, but lightly clasped his fists.

Mo Wenchen has been lifted from the cold talk to the first place.

"Mr. Fen, I have admired you for a long time." Mo Wenchen also smiled slightly.

Su Qiqi was already sitting in front of the qin dais, in front of him was Mo Wenchen's long-cherished Jiao Wei, and Lei Yufeng beside him had no other thoughts, only staring at Jiao Wei.

The scorched tail of his dreams!

"Sir, please." Su Qiqi wore a white gown today, without any decorations or accessories, half of her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and the hair on the top of her head was tied obliquely by a sideburn with a plain jade hairpin. Elegant and fresh, it is eye-catching.

Fen couldn't help but take another look at Su Qiqi, nodded slightly, and sat down in front of the piano platform opposite.

Without any extra words, Su Qiqi lightly picked the strings: "Sir, let's start."

"Please." Fen was a gentleman, very modest.

Mo Wenchen sneered, he was just looking at Su Qiqi now, he wanted to know what this woman used to win back Wugenuo.

Of course, Leng Yan and Lei Yufeng wanted to know this question.

Picking up the strings, Su Qiqi didn't look at anyone.

It is a song "House of Flying Daggers".

The sound of the strings is urgent, the Jiaowei is the most precious thing in the qin, and the sound of the strings is also extremely accurate. Under the delicate fingers, the Guqin actually gives birth to the aura of gold and iron horses.

Everyone seems to see the camp thousands of miles away, soldiers and horses neighing, a decisive battle is imminent, and the wind and clouds are moving secretly. It seems that the heart is slowly raised by the chilling tone, and it is lifted to an unbearable extreme.

Shocked in the dark, suddenly the string suddenly popped up, "the silver bottle burst into water, and the cavalry protruded with swords and guns." Thousands of troops and horses swept across the desert, and the wind and sand surged into the sky.

It even makes people feel short of breath.

While the sound of the piano is swaying, the killing and galloping is thrilling; when the thin strings are swaying, the sword energy overflows, which is shocking.

Even Mo Wenchen squinted the corners of his eyes, this kind of aura, is among thousands of troops, especially Mo Wenchen, who grew up in the battlefield, really likes the sound of the piano.