Please don't see, please don't see

A few days later, the Zuifeng Building in Tsing Yi reopened, and Su Tan acted like a master, greeting all kinds of friends in the court.

Mo Lingfeng sat in the private room specially arranged by Tsing Yi. This is the best place to watch, where he can clearly see the situation in the lobby and on the stage.

Su Tan's laughter was somewhat unbearable, only his smug laughter and loud yelling were heard in the whole hall.

From the looks of it, Tsing Yi should have accepted Su Tan, otherwise it was only a short ten days, and it would not have made a decadent young master so radiant.

Mo Lingfeng picked up the teacup on the table, gently blew off the floating tea on the water, and took a sip cautiously.

At this time, the door of his private room was gently pushed open, and a strange man with a slightly foreign attire walked into the private room.

This man was around thirty, with a rough cheek, a short stubble growing under his chin, and deep-set eye sockets, which made him full of incomprehensible emotions no matter what he was looking at.

When Mo Lingfeng turned his head, the man was looking at him curiously, and after a while he said in not-so-fluent Chinese: "You are the young master of the Mo family, the man who can play the guqin?"

"You are?" Mo Lingfeng asked lightly.

"Mozaqin." The man imitated the way of the Han people, cupping his hands and said.

Mo Lingfeng stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Mo Lingfeng."

Mo Zhaqin unbuttoned a large coarse cloth pocket behind him, and inside was an unusually small guqin, which seemed to be made of animal bones rather than wood, as well as the strings. It looks like the silk used by the Central Plains people, but it looks like the hair of some animal.

"This is?" Mo Lingfeng stared at Guqin and asked.

Mo Zhaqin sat down in front of the guqin, fondled the body obsessively, raised his head after a long time and said, "I heard that you are a master of guqin in the Central Plains, so I came here to ask for advice."

Mo Lingfeng smiled helplessly and said, "I'm sorry, Mo Lingfeng never accepts challenges. Guqin is an act of self-cultivation, why do you bother to be obsessed with skills?"

"Hmph." Mo Zhaqin's expression darkened, and he said displeasedly, "No matter what you have, there are high and low points, and Guqin is no exception. This time I came to the Central Plains mainly to compete with you."

"Hey, let's go, I won't accept the challenge." Mo Lingfeng shook his head slightly, turned around and continued to sit down. At this time, the curtain on the stage had been drawn, and the people walking on the stage had already started busily.

Seeing this situation, Mo Zhaqin didn't seem to be in a hurry, he continued to wrap the guqin carefully, and then continued to carry it behind his back and said: "You will definitely accept it, as I said, this time I came to the Central Plains mainly to compete with you Yes, even if you don’t want to, you can’t help it, hum.” After finishing speaking, he walked out of the box without looking back.

Mo Lingfeng turned his head slightly, looked at the direction he was leaving, couldn't help shaking his head helplessly, and then sighed softly: "Oh, what a weird person."

The reenactment of the opening of Zuifenglou was very successful. Before leaving, he went to visit Tsing Yi backstage, but saw Su Tan standing in front of the stage and stopped him.

"I said, Mr. Mo, today's show is over, please go back." Su Tan opened his hands to block Mo Lingfeng, raised his head high, and did not look at him.

Mo Lingfeng was not annoyed, he just smiled lightly and said, "Is this what you mean, or what the young master meant?"

"Of course..." Before Su Tan finished speaking, Tsing Yi came out from the room. He pulled Su Tan away and said with a smile: "Of course it's his own idea, please, my lord." A gesture of please.

Mo Lingfeng couldn't help covering his mouth with a smile and said, "It seems that only the young master in Tsing Yi dares to be so rude to Mr. Su in this world."

Su Tan pulled Tsing Yi back to his side, put his hands on his waist naturally, and said arrogantly to Mo Lingfeng: "Naturally, you must love your wife in every possible way, otherwise it will be easy for outsiders to take advantage of the loopholes." .”

Tsing Yi opened his hand angrily, then turned around and walked in front of Mo Lingfeng, saying, "Mr. Mo, let's talk inside."

"Tsing Yi, what about me?" Su Tan asked displeasedly with a slumped face.

"Stay where you are." Tsing Yi said lightly.

"I..." Su Tan wanted to say something, but Tsing Yi shut the door.

Mo Lingfeng followed Tsing Yi, seeing this situation, he couldn't help laughing and said: "I didn't expect him to be treated so submissively by you, young master is really good at it."

"What about you? Did he also tame you?" Tsing Yi asked softly.

Mo Lingfeng was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?" Then he understood the other party's intentions.

"The young master is really good at joking. How did I, Mo Lingfeng, get the good fortune of the young master to find such an infatuated person?" Mo Lingfeng said embarrassingly.

Tsing Yi sat down in the dressing room in the inner room. At this time, it was already empty, but the smell of rouge was left in the room.

"Where's Chi Mo? Does the three-month period between you and him count?" Tsing Yi motioned Mo Lingfeng to sit down, and asked calmly.

Mo Lingfeng took a deep breath, then smiled wryly, "I was just playing with him, how can I take it seriously?"

"My lord, although Tsing Yi doesn't know much about the Second Prince, there are many people who mentioned it in front of Tsing Yi. In the past, his Prince's Mansion was crowded with many handsome men and beautiful women. But since he announced the three-month period, It seems to have restrained a lot." Tsing Yi said while looking at Mo Lingfeng's unusually calm face.

The Mr. Mo in front of him always makes people feel mysterious and unpredictable. He never easily shows his emotions on his face, and he has never seen him get angry. He always seems to be so calm, but Tsing Yi these days Faintly feel that he has changed a little bit, but he can't tell what has changed.

"Hmph, Ling Feng doesn't want to mention the past. I came here today to congratulate the young master on reopening the Drunken Wind Building. Second, Ling Feng expressed his gratitude to the young master for his help last time. This time, I came to visit personally. I just want to express my sincere gratitude." Mo Lingfeng took out a folding fan from his sleeve, raised his hands in front of Tsing Yi, and smiled respectfully, "My little heart is not worth mentioning, I hope the young master can accept it .”

Tsing Yi didn't reach out to pick it up, but turned his head and said with a smile: "The last painting has flattered Tsing Yi, this time no matter what, I can't accept it again."

Mo Lingfeng put the folding fan on the dressing table, stood up and cupped his hands and said: "Lingfeng's little thought, the young master must not refuse, this incident is over, I hope everyone is safe and sound."

Tsing Yi turned to look at the folding fan, with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Lingfeng is always able to reject all those who want to befriend him thousands of miles away without a trace. He never easily grants friendship to others, and never owes favors easily, as if he is always alone in this world, Lonely and shadow only.