A burst of peach blossom rain suddenly came, sprinkled on everyone's shoulders. Hua Xiangrong gestured to Ah Da with a very good look, and Ah Da nodded to indicate that he knew. Then the two men withdrew silently without a sound.

"Ah Da, your son-in-law really has a heart for our host, but your son-in-law won't be so attentive to other girls, right?" Although Hua Xiangrong thinks that the son of the North Shadow is really good to the owner, she is also worried that the son of the North Shadow will not be like this to all the girls, right?

Ah Dabai glanced at her, she really didn't worry about eating radishes, Han Qingyi didn't speak, what are you talking about here, but he still explained it to her, lest she go back and say something that would damage her son's reputation.

"Our son-in-law has only been interested in your host since he was a child. Don't you know, how much effort our son has put into this Peach Blossom Mountain, these peach blossom trees are all bought from the annex, and the peach blossom trees in the entire Jinshan County are going to be bought. It took tens of thousands of taels of silver to cast this ten miles of peach blossoms. The workers alone hired hundreds of people. I'm a big one, and I won't say much else. I hope that your host will be kind to our son-in-law, and our son-in-law is bitter. “

Hua Xiangrong was already surprised, tens of thousands of taels of silver, what kind of concept is this, in her heart, one tael of silver is already a lot better, it is enough for their family to chew for a month, this is too staggering.

"Your son-in-law is so rich, why do you have to suffer?" Hua Xiangrong felt that it was unimaginable.

Ah Da was speechless, just threw her a roll of the eye and didn't speak.

Han Qingyi walked into the room, opened a door curtain, Bei Mingmo's slender fingers were caressing Jiaowei, and his clothes were still the same crescent white as usual, but this time the clothes were embroidered with red plums, and on the white clothes, it was like the morning glow.

The breeze caressed, and I saw that under his not thick and light sword eyebrows, his narrow eyes were like gurgling spring water, warm and moist like a spring breeze, his nose was like a hanging gall, as straight as a distant mountain in teal, his lips were so thin that the color of his lips was light, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, which made him even more manly.

"Qing'er, are you surprised to see me, do you still like the gift I gave you?"

"The mind of the prince of the North Underworld, Qingyi likes it very much. It's just that today is your birthday, and Qingyi originally wanted to make a birthday cake for the son of the Northern Underworld. It seems that there is only next time, I don't know if there are eggs here in the son of the North Underworld? “

Bei Mingmo smiled slightly, "No, dare to ask Qing'er." What is a birthday cake? “

Han Qingyi smiled mischievously, this thing is amazing, you haven't eaten it anyway, "This is what my mother taught me when I was a child, saying that everyone should eat it on their birthday." However, Qingyi still wants to listen to the Northern Ming Gong play the piano, and then Qingyi will make a birthday cake for you as a gift. “

"There will be more opportunities in the future, but today this son wants Qingyi to play a song for me, okay?" Bei Mingmo looked at Han Qingyi with a smile in his eyes, how could she refuse the expectations of a beautiful man, not to mention that the beauty is so enchanting, I feel sorry for her, Han Qingyi is going to get drunk.

Han Qingyi was red: "Then, Qingyi will be ugly." If it's not good, I hope that the son of the North Hell will not dislike it. ”

"It's okay, as long as it's Qing'er." Bei Mingmo waved his sleeves, and a gentle smile appeared in front of him.

Bei Mingmo stood up, gave up his position to Han Qingyi, and reclined on the beauty on the side.

Han Qingyi sat down gently, his fingers caressed the strings, and for a while, the crisp sound of the piano flowed quietly, as clear as a stream.

"Sigh, the Three Realms are in trouble

Draw a picture of how delicate the paper is

Ask if fate can be twilight

The eyebrows are picturesque, and the cherries are dyed red

It is said that cultivation is good and there is no intention to disturb oneself

The seven passions or the six desires must be cut off

The little monk of Muyu Xiang is unknown

How can the Heart Sutra not resist your eyes and smile

If you are smiling like a flower in the mirror

The sword is red in the hand, like a fairyland peach blossom

The dead leaves fell all over the place, and the year flowed in an instant

Between the fingers, the smoke is scattered and the incense is sprinkled, and the wine has been turbid

Jin Ge Iron Horse was defeated by piano, chess, calligraphy and painting

Gods, ghosts, demons, and fairies are greedy for the prosperity of the world

Taste a cup of Zen tea on the ancient road of Qingshan

Wait for that, eyes like stars, like picturesque............"

The sound of the piano tells Han Qingyi's affection, word by word, word by word, gentle and tactful, sometimes whispering, sometimes leisurely, sometimes singing, clear as splashing jade, trembling like a dragon. At this moment, the girl who stroked the qin has become the favorite of Bei Mingmo's life, he only wishes that the years will be quiet, but so, if you are well, it will be a sunny day.

"Good one, gods, ghosts, demons and fairies are greedy for the prosperity of the world. Qing'er, Mo is not prosperous in the world, Mo only wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Bei Mingmo looked at her delicate face greedily, in this life, just want her to be with her, he can not want the position of the head of the family, and he can not revenge his aunt's revenge, but he must be with her, because she is her only sunshine.

He had never been like this, he missed a woman like this, he missed such a delicate face, such a smart gaze, as if it was the flower of the sun winding out of hell, in this darkness, lit up his heart.

He didn't dare to imagine what would happen to him if he lost her one day, hehe, maybe he would go crazy.

"I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love. The son of the North Underworld, I want to be lovesick with you, and I will live a long life. The mountains are edgeless, and the rivers are exhausted. Winter thunder and earthquakes, summer rain and snow, heaven and earth together, is the courage to be the king. ”

"Qing'er, you believe me, no matter what, I won't leave you alone. This Peach Blossom Nunnery is your blessed source world, and it is also the spiritual home of Mo, but it is sparsely populated here, and I don't know if Qing'er is willing to live a free life here with Mo. “

"Of course Qingyi is willing, because this is the life that Qingyi dreams of, I only wish that the sunrise will be the sunset, raise chickens and ducks when I am busy, and enjoy the flowers in my spare time, it is enough, Qingyi is still afraid that the son of the North Underworld can't stand such loneliness."

Bei Mingmo smiled bitterly, what are these, "Qing'er, Mo has long been used to loneliness, but now that there is you, Mo feels a little warmth in this world." “

Bei Mingmo walked down the beauty collapse, walked towards Han Qingyi, and stretched out a hand: "Go, Qingyi, didn't you say what cake you want to make for Mo?" Mo is also very curious, eggs, there are all here. “

Qingyi smiled: "Okay, let's go." Then he looked around. Hey, what about Rong'er and Ah Da? Where did they go. “

Bei Mingmo raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Let's go outside." “

Walking out of the door, Ah Da and Hua Xiangrong stood on the side, looking like two door gods, the two of them stood leisurely and didn't say a word, Han Qingyi looked at it and was about to suffocate to death.

"Rong'er, let's go, I'll make you a cake at noon today."

Hua Xiang was stunned, she had only heard of pastries, but she had never heard of what a cake was, "Owner, what is a cake?" “

Qingyi tilted her head, thought for a while, and said, "It's what you eat for your birthday." ”

Hua Xiangrong smiled happily when she heard this, took Han Qingyi's hand and said shyly: "Dongjia, you are so good to me." You know today is Rong'er's birthday. ”