In the inner hall, the lights are bright.

Squeak open the door.

Ye Feng said softly: "I'm back."

Huang Wudie hurriedly greeted him with a bowl of ginseng soup in his hand: "Husband, drink while it's hot, go to the cold."

Ye Feng took the ginseng soup, and the temperature was just right, obviously Huang Wudie had blown it to him in advance.

Could not help but feel warm.

Ye Feng drank it and said softly: "It's nice to have you!"

Huang Wudie took Tang Wan and snorted softly: "I don't know who it was. I had to let me come. Fortunately, I was clever and came to my father's camp secretly. Otherwise, how could someone drink this warm ginseng. Soup."

A faint smile appeared on the corners of Ye Feng's lips, and she scraped the delicate tip of the yellow dancing butterfly's nose: "That's me worrying about you!"

Huang Wudie looked arrogant: "This girl has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and she has superb martial arts, so why not worry!"

Ye Feng smirked: "Really? Why don't I know that your martial arts are superb, should we learn from each other?"

After that, he reached his waist with both hands unconsciously.

Huang Wudie clucked his iron fist in shame, punching in the mouth of Ye Fengyue Xiong: "What a badass!"

Xiafei dual-frequency in an instant, shameless!

But her body did not refuse, letting Ye Fengying hold her hand and hug her.

"Husband, I can use swordsmanship, but marksmanship is even better!"

Ye Feng's face was close to Huang Wudie, and he lightly sniffed her body, and said calmly: "Tonight, I have to kill you so much, begging for mercy and not stinging!"

What is astonishing is that Huang Wudie responded softly: "Who is asking for mercy, not necessarily!"

Ye Feng smiled evilly: "Really!"

After all, Ye Feng hugged the princess directly, and put Huang Wudie on the dragon's couch.

The curtain falls!

The dragon couch shook gently, killing and cutting.

This is a squally and rainy night, a full hour before the clouds have cleared and the rain has begun to sing.

Ye Feng hugged Huang Wudie: "How is your husband's marksmanship?"

Huang Wudie's cheeks are flushed, and he exhales for a long time. Her little hands keep making small circles at Ye Fengyue Xiong's mouth: "The husband is exquisite in marksmanship, and he is willing to bow to his wife!"

After that, Huang Wudie seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked up at Ye Feng: "Husband, since Jiang Dong has already been attached, the rest of the matter can be left to the military division and others."

"Can you?"

Huang Wudie showed hope.

"can!"

Ye Feng agreed.

He originally thought that Huang Wudie was just hoping to take her to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Jiangdong.

But the next sentence made the night wind fall directly to the bottom.

"It's great!" Huang Wudie was overjoyed, "Then let's rush to Chaisang tomorrow. I heard that Qiao Xuan, the piano artist, is preparing to hold a piano concert. Anyone who likes piano art can come. This is a rare event. what!"

Ye Feng said, "What did you say? Qiao Xuan is going to have a piano meeting?"

In my mind, the night breeze showed a scene in the bamboo forest that day.

Later, I heard that Qiao Xuan had been searching for herself in the city, but due to military affairs, she never showed up.

I didn't expect this guy to use this method.

Huang Wudie was ecstatic: "Yes! Husband Jun has a superb piano skill, and he will definitely be able to beat the crowd at the piano club!"

Ye Feng was slightly embarrassed: "Are you... sure... let your father participate?"

Huang Wudie nodded fiercely: "Yeah!"

Chaisang.

Fule Street.

Happiness restaurant.

Today's Happiness does not have a banquet or wine, but it is more than twice as lively as usual.

Because Qiao Xuan, the piano art master, has all done here and is preparing to hold a grand piano art exchange meeting.

Of course, all of these are all appearances. Qiao Xuan's real purpose is to find true piano masters who are bound to one side. He believes that for true piano masters, he will never miss such a grand event.

Qiao Xuan stood up in front of the door, leaning back and arching his hands, and greeted him with a smile: "Thank you for your support, please come in."

The visitors are all friends who have exchanges on weekdays, and there are also violinists who come here to learn.

Qiao Xuan's prestigious name can be seen from the busy and crowded crowds in front of Happy House.

"Duke Qiao is so elegant and happy to open a piano club. I am really fortunate to wait!"

"I heard that Qiao Gong's piano is exquisite, everyone in the world. I must listen carefully and learn more when I wait for the piano meeting today."

"It seems that we are blessed today."

Qiao Xuan bowed one by one and greeted each other with smiles.

His old waist had not even been picked up, and after a long time, he was slightly stiff.

A clerk walked out of the restaurant and leaned toward Qiao Xuan and said, "Master, you can stop singing, and leave it to the younger one here."

Qiao Xuan waved his hand and refused: "No, I want to greet one by one in person, he is likely to come!"

Jia Ding was stunned, scratching the back of his head, wondering who was "he" in Qiao Xuan's mouth.

The guests were grateful to Qiao Xuan for welcoming each other in person, but how could they know that in Qiao Xuan's heart, the person who really wanted to meet was not them at all, but Ye Feng!

Even this piano meeting is only to attract the night wind. As for the rest of the people, it is of little significance to Qiao Xuan, or even completely meaningless!

Imagine: For a hermit who lives in the mountains and does not show up all the year round, the fame of the piano art masters and the compliments of the people of the world are like dung.

Qiao Xuan was full of enthusiasm, carefully looking at everyone who came in!

But an hour passed, until no one entered on the street, he did not see the trace of the night wind.

Qiao Xuan sighed, looked up at the sky, and said in his heart: "Could it be that he has left Chaisang?"

My heart is a little lonely.

Although the piano meeting was prepared for the night wind, since it had already been held, Qiao Xuan had no reason not to continue.

He took a long breath and turned around to enter the restaurant.

For some reason, he took a step forward, and then he told Jiading: "Afu, if there are still people later, don't stop him, just let him in."

Ah Fu smiled indifferently: "Master, if so, wouldn't this restaurant be full?"

Qiao Xuan was angry, and scolded, "What do you do if you are asked to do it? Why do you talk so much nonsense!"

Ah Fu's jaw, hurry up with his fist and said: "No!"

Soon the night breeze carriage drove to the restaurant.

Huang Wudie got off the car and looked at the restaurant. There was the sound of the piano playing. He couldn't help but sighed, "Ah, what a pity, I'm still a step late."

Ye Feng followed and got off the car and whispered: "Dancing Butterfly is not anxious. Let's discuss with the doorman a couple of times to see if we can be accommodating."

Saying hello, Dianwei stepped forward directly: "This little brother, we came from Wanling to participate in the Qiao Gongqin Club. There was a delay in the journey, and I hope to get some relief."

Dianwei's burly figure slammed in front of Ah Fu, an inexplicable aura that immediately made him feel a sense of fear lingering in his heart, and then he glanced at the man outside.