past life karma

The next day, when the sun was high, the oirans, Ling Ming and the others all got up and had breakfast, and went back to their rooms to prepare for training, except for the training. . .

Yin Ye took a sip of tea, glanced at a certain one that was sleeping soundly, raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "A Ming, wake up." As he spoke, he stopped his eyes and looked up at her. When he was about to respond, he chatted with the parrot, as if he understood her eyes, the parrot closed its mouth obediently.

Ling Ming squirmed a bit, and muttered, "Good boy, let me sleep again." I still want to sleep again, very good, very good.His fingers trembled slightly, and the teacup in his hand cracked, as if he felt something that Ling Ming finally woke up.Somewhat confusedly, he turned his head and saw the scum of the teacup gentleman on the table, and instantly opened his eyes wide and looked at Yin Ye in horror.Oiran asked with a calm smile, "Ah Ming, do you still want to sleep again? If you still want to, you can sleep again." Ling Ming shook his head violently. "Well, then get up, it's time to train." Oiran-sama was very satisfied with her performance, and said "gently".Ling Ming solved everything quickly with understanding, and sat down at the table obediently. . .

Here, Yiyun has already put the pen and paper on the table, rubbing the ink lightly while asking Ling Ming: "Can Miss Ling know how to compose poems?" "Slightly understand" Ling Ming said briefly. "How about making a song first, whatever you want." Yiyun said. "Naturally." Ling Ming suddenly thought of teasing Yiyun, and then said: "Then I did it?" Yiyun nodded, indicating that she could start. "Cough cough, come on, that girl Yiyun is not a human being." Ling Ming said with a serious face, Yiyun paused, "En?" Continue to the next sentence. "Very good." It was so good that even she dared to play tricks.Ling Ming felt that Yiyun's tone was a bit wrong, maybe he said something wrong. . .

The air pressure on Ling Qi's side was so low that it exploded, Xue Qing took the guqin and put it on the table expressionlessly, ignored Ling Qi and started playing the piano.The cold sound of the piano echoed in the room, and there was a hint of sadness in the sound of the piano.Ling Qi looked at Xue Qing thoughtfully, what have you been through?After the song was over, Xueqing stood up and said flatly, "Come and play it again." . .It's sloppy. "What did you say, you just played it once, sister, how do I play it?" "Is it so difficult, when I was learning, the master was like this." Xue Qing didn't care at all.Nani, Ling Qi is completely stunned now, ah, Mr. Oiran, you are too sincere, and you don't have to follow your master's teaching method. . .

On the other hand, Ling Xun's side, well, it's very harmonious. "Can you draw?" Lian Yun asked, "Yes." Ling Xun nodded. "Oh? Let's take a look at the painting." Uh, a brush? !Just kidding, I am a student of sketching, how do I draw ink and wash paintings?Ling Xun hesitated for a long time to pick up the brush, the dripping ink dripped on the rice paper, and she gave up. "Forget it, I'll just draw a sketch." "What is a sketch? Uh, what are you looking for?" Lian Yun looked at Ling Xun with her butt pouted and groping for something with her hands under the soft bed with some puzzlement, "Ah, found it."

Then I saw Ling Xun take out a strange black one. . .burden.This is the backpack that Ling Xun carried when he came here. Of course, after hearing that they were going to a place similar to a parallel space, the three of them each packed some things and carried them back. Wouldn’t it be silly to not be like this? Don't you bring them here?Ling Xun took out a pencil and a stack of drawing paper from his bag, looked around and fixed his eyes on Lian Yun, "I'll draw you, don't move." Lian Yun was taken aback, but readily agreed.After a while, Ling Xun stopped his brush, "Well, it's done" and showed the paper to Lian Yun. The woman on the paper sat quietly on the table, her eyes full of agility.Lian Yun's eyes were filled with astonishment, why did the painting look so similar, as if the woman on the paper was about to come out. "Hey, how's it going?" Lian Yun looked at Ling Xun who was proud of herself, who are you guys?

So don't be curious about a person, this is not good. . . .

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