The evil host always goes offline

Chapter 474

Hui Sheng watched her pass him, smiled and said nothing.

When the bustard left, she looked away from Wen Meng and poured herself a glass of wine.

Wen Meng said to Chu Xiang, "You know her, right?"

Chu Xiang looked at her pointing, nodded, "I know, Yan Jian."

Wen Meng nodded, "I don't know what song to listen to, you should sing a song with her."

Yan Jian's complexion changed instantly. Although her piano skills are good, she is definitely not as good as Chu Xiang, who is ranked second in Hongxianglou.

But the guest's request cannot be answered. After half a stick of incense, Yan Jian's voice was almost led away by Chu Xiang, and he could tell who was stronger and who was weaker.

Wen Meng frowned upon hearing this and looked at Yan Jian with displeasure.

Hui Sheng didn't care at all, the old god only spoke after listening to the ground, but it wasn't to the two ladies.

"I didn't know that the prime minister's family had such a magnificent daughter."

Wen Meng only had a child-friendly attitude towards Hui Sheng, thinking that she was throwing a temper tantrum when she found out that the person she chose was not as good as him, so she directly ignored the meaning of her words, and said: "We have three children in our family, it's normal if you don't know."

"Looks like it's time for me to get to know the prime minister of our Shangguan dynasty."

Wen Meng was taken aback when he heard the words, turned his head to look at Hui Sheng, met her half-smiling eyes, but felt like being seen through.

There was a moment of vigilance, and then annoyance rose in my heart.

She actually felt a sense of crisis when she was watched by a child.

Even though she knew she was reborn, it was still hard for her to accept being looked at with such eyes.

"Your Highness was joking, there is nothing worth knowing about the Prime Minister's family."

Hui Sheng supported his head, and said with a smile: "I think there are many things to understand, such as... your reclusive brother."

Wen Meng's gaze became sharp all of a sudden, but soon she restrained herself quickly, and when she was about to speak, she heard Hui Sheng's sneer.

"I've seen it all, is it interesting to hide?" Hui Sheng played with the empty wine bottle, with a sinister smile on his face, "You want to be a queen?"

This topic turned unexpectedly, but so smoothly.

Wen Meng could hardly maintain her indifference, suppressed her shock and said, "Your Highness, don't make fun of me."

"You don't want to?" Hui Sheng signaled Yan Yan to bring the Qin over, then pushed the Qin in front of Wen Meng, "Prove it to me."

Wen Meng looked down at the piano, her face was so dark that it almost dripped out.

Although there are many kinds of playing the piano, Hui Sheng clearly wants her to play for her like a prostitute!
She has lived for so long and has never been insulted like this, but she has to play it, otherwise she is coveting the throne!
She wrote down this account!
Wen Meng endured trying to tune the piano, even if the piano was not very good, she still had to perform perfectly to suppress the ignorant princess in front of her.

The rotating shaft plucks the strings, melodiously entering the tune, the sound of the piano is gradually refined, and suddenly majestic.

Chu Xiang was secretly surprised. He had heard this piece from Wen Su before. It was extremely difficult. At first he heard it with a fighting spirit, but he didn't feel it carefully. It was like counting his life in detail. An elegant and luxurious taste.

Hui Sheng was still spinning the wine bottle in his hand, and didn't even give Wen Meng a look, propping his head up like he was about to fall asleep.

Wen Meng looked at her distractedly from time to time. Seeing her like this, she almost gritted her teeth.

The sound of the piano gradually disappeared, and Hui Sheng was still playing with the wine bottle.

Wen Meng pursed her lips, not noticing her complicated mood at the moment, "What do you think, Your Highness?"

"It doesn't sound good." Hui Sheng's voice was lazily. He turned the cup and bottle in his hand and placed it on the table. His movements were casual and coherent, making people feel noble and elegant.

(End of this chapter)