Before this woman becomes someone else, everyone has the right to pursue, right?

Thinking of this, the remaining guilt suddenly disappeared; he greeted the second floor with a thick face, "Grandpa Wang, ha... I haven't seen you for a few days, so it turns out you are here too..."

Zhao Ji stuck his head out. The person who looked at him with a smile was not Chen Ao, but crossed Chen Ao's eyes and shuttled over Shi Shi Shi and Zhen Zhen. The eyes were quite ambiguous, and they seemed to be blinking meaningfully. It was not until the end that it fell on Chen Ao's body and said, "It turns out that it is Mr. Chen, why not come up and sit down."

This Wang Ji's identity is really extraordinary! I guess he is a guest of honor for the eldest prince, and maybe he is still a royal relative!

Chen Ao laughed, and didn't feel embarrassed. He said to Zhenzhen, Shishi: "Misses, let's go first. Next time I will go to the flower garden to listen to your songs and watch your singing and dancing."

We have to drive them away quickly, especially Zhenzhen. Don’t let her go upstairs, otherwise everyone’s face will not be good.

Zhenzhen mustered up the courage and said, "Don't Mr. Chen listen to me singing the song? Why should we drive away at this time?"

Zhenzhen's expression was faint and she was quite reluctant to leave.

Zhou Heng didn't say anything at the side. When he heard this, he said, "Oh, I understand. Miss Zhenzhen wanted to sing a song, but my cousin stopped me. My cousin was too chaotic. No, it must be that my cousin was embarrassed and wanted to refuse and show his nobleness."

This bad guy should be done by Mr. Zhou. My cousin is also very hard-working, so he can't let everything happen.

Zhou Hengda stood up righteously and said, "Cousin, this is your fault. Miss Zhenzhen is so eager to sing a song in front of you and to compete with you for singing and dancing. How can you refuse? I'm the decision of this matter, Miss Zhenzhen can't leave."

Zhou Heng followed Chen Ao for a long time and learned that Chen Ao was shameless. Unfortunately, this guy was wrong and thought that Chen Ao was going to stand up as a archway as a bitch, which made Chen Ao feel a little difficult to get on the ground as a cousin.

At this time, Zhao Ji smiled and came downstairs, bowed to Chen Ao, "Why haven't Mr. Chen been slow to go upstairs?"

Chen Aoda felt ashamed and was about to say something, but he heard Shishi say resentfully: "Young Master Chen is about to drive us away! It's really annoying to think about it. Are we sisters so annoying? Wang Xianggong, come and judge. Does he look down on us if he does this?"

Wang Jierya smiled and said, "It just so happened that we went up to sit down together. Mr. Shen and I are good friends and two ladies... Cough cough... I also met several times. This eldest prince had a close relationship with me. He would not be surprised. Mr. Chen, please."

Chen Ao was a little reluctant, but he could only bite the bullet and said, "Okay, I'm just about to have a good talk with Mr. Wang."

Everyone went upstairs and sat in the wing room. Shishi said, "I am willing to accept the loss and I am willing to dance a song for Mr. Chen. How about it?"

Since he came, he would be at ease. Anyway, he was thick-skinned and it would be no big deal to be exposed by Xianggong Wang. Chen Ao returned to his former expression and whispered: "No, I want to listen to Zhenzhen sing the song first."

Zhenzhen's face turned red and said angrily: "Sister Shi's songs are better."

Chen Ao shook his head and said, "Zhenzhen, I am also for your own good. If you are good at dancing, then singing must be a little lacking. Asking you to sing is to let you learn from your strengths and weaknesses and make up for your own shortcomings, so that you can have room for improvement; you must understand my hard work!"

Chen Ao talked a few random words and glanced at Wang Ji. Wang Ji immediately cheered up and said, "Young Master Chen said it well. Shishi's songs and Zhenzhen's dance are the best, but they didn't watch Shishi dance. Zhenzhen's songs are interesting."

Seeing that Wang Ji supported Chen Ao, Zhenzhen's face turned red again and asked, "What music does Mr. Chen want to listen to?"

Chen Ao pondered for a moment before saying, "I want to listen to "Luo Jiang Resentment".

Zhen Zhen was stunned for a moment. She was proficient in more than tens of millions of songs, but the song named Luo Jiangjun had never heard of it. She couldn't help but ask: "I'm ignorant and ignorant. I wonder what kind of song this Luo Jiangjun is?"

Chen Ao had heard some ancient songs, especially Ming songs, which were quite interesting, so he raised his voice and sang: "When he left, he pulled his clothes and asked his enemies when he would return it? He just waited for the peach blossoms, and the peach blossoms bloomed. A glass of wine was handed to his heart and soul... At that time, he was called slave heart and slave wish."

His voice was fine, but the tone was a little distorted. When everyone listened attentively, they immediately understood the meaning of the song.

The wife in the song first pulled her husband's clothes and asked him when he would go home; this was an endless indulgence and reluctance. However, a gentle wife would not stop here. She brought a glass of wine, and then knelt in front of her husband on both knees. She was instructing her thousands of times: when crossing the bridge, you should get off the horse and prevent accidents from stumble; when ferrying on a boat, you must not fight for the first place, safety is the most important thing; be loyal to yourself and do not do ridiculous things; when things are done, go home quickly, I miss you, and live like a year in suffering. Only when the husband returns home safely can the wife fulfill his wish.

Zhenzhen and Shishi couldn't help but be stunned, their eyes seemed to have passed through the void, and a scene appeared. The wine handed over by his wife was hot, kneeling beside him, and they were infinitely warm, and they were all small things. They had to repeatedly instruct and remind them thousands of times, and they were like this, this situation, this word, this wine, this heart, which man's heart would not be melted?

Although this word is straightforward and not too obscure, these straightforward words come together and are full of infectiousness. Although the gorgeous words are beautiful, such straightforward words are more shocking than words full of emotions.

Zhenzhen's eyes lit up and she thought to herself: "Did Mr. Chen make this word? It seems that he doesn't only know how to sing obscene lyrics!" Then she said to Chen Ao with interest: "Can Mr. Chen sing it again so that Zhen Zhen can remember it."

Chen Ao said: "It's better I write it out, just treat it as a gift to Zhenzhen."

When Wang Ji heard that Chen Ao was about to write running script, he immediately became interested and said, "I'll ask someone to come and get the pen and ink."

Zhou Heng, who was beside him, felt a little unhappy. He listened to the music carefully and watched the dance. My cousin insisted on writing down the lyrics. Chunxiao was worth a fortune in a moment. As he wrote, many things were delayed.

The pen and ink were sent over, Chen Ao held his breath, held his pen in his hand, and nodded to the king's husband, saying, "Good Wang, please give me some trouble." He had no sense of shame at all, which meant that he would help me grind it.

Seeing Chen Ao's domineering appearance, Zhao Ji was unable to do anything again, so he immediately covered his mouth and laughed secretly. His charming eyes were thrown at Zhao Ji: "Grandpa Wang, why don't you grind Shen Dacaizi!"

Zhao Ji felt a little embarrassed, and then disappeared again. He smiled and said with a sigh: "Okay, okay..." He rolled up his sleeves and started.

Chen Ao saw that Wang Xianggong's posture was not right. Is this grinding? He was almost the same as Moyan. It seems that this guy is also a foodie, almost the same as his cousin.

Chen Ao couldn't help but sigh in his heart, hey, there are not many talented people like him in the world, so he said, "Let Zhenzhen come on, Zhenzhen's skillful hands are full of ink."

Chen Ao, with a little kindness, did not forget to teach Zhao Ji a lesson and said, "Grandpa Wang, how can you be a man without diligence? In the future, you have to learn more from me and eat more food with one more skill."

Zhao Ji was so amused that he changed into Zhenzhen; Chen Ao took a breath and was indeed a little tired today. Before running script, he had to raise some spirit first. After thinking about it, he chose Dong Qichang's calligraphy, dipped it in ink, and then picked up his pen to write. Dong Qichang's calligraphy collection of various schools is the easiest to accept. It has both elegant beauty and delicate and roundness, and square pen. Zhao Ji was full of energy and called out good words loudly and said, "Looking at the running script of Mr. Chen, the pen dances dragon and snake, but not the words, but the posture of the writing, you are already intoxicated."

Chen Ao didn't hear anything about Zhao Ji. Whenever he did things, things around him seemed to be silent all of a sudden. That kind of concentration and seriousness attracted Zhenzhen.
Chapter completed!