Chapter 1343: The Love of the Daughter of a Teacher (21)

"Shi Qin, how do you wait for the son?"
"Why are you anxious, isn't His Royal Highness Qin's invitation ringing at noon?" Shi Qin was careless, but the poem and painting were all in a quandary.
"Probably together. Forget about me to get new clothes." Shiqin left.
When I come back, the black lines on the poems and paintings are all over. This guy has gone too long.
Their Bibo son had just been given away by Qin sister. They said that they wanted to change rooms and move tourmaline to this room?
How is this going? Is his son out of favor? No longer the head of Linlang Garden?
Sister Qin's arrangement was quick, and Bibo moved upstairs to the Qingfeng building opposite. Some poetry and paintings didn't quite understand what was going on.
So when Shiqin learned that he had reached Qingfenglou, Shihua shouted, "Why is the son assigned to Qingfenglou?"
"Well? What's the matter with me, anyway, I'm not here in Qingfeng Tower."
Putting down your shirt completely ignored Bibo and poetry.
"The son is ringing at noon soon, Shiqin will wait for you to change your clothes. Well, put on some makeup, your face is too shy, no wonder Qin sister will get you to this breeze building." Extremely indifferent, not waiting for Bibo answer.
Holding several sets of clothes and walking to the front of the poem picture, "His Royal Highness Qin likes beautiful beauties, do you think it is good to let the son wear big red?"
"King Wuchang likes the boys to be more elegant. Or ..."
"Lai Gongzi's red embroidered gold silk peony shirt is very good to match your stunning face. With the accessories of Babao Liuli, En'n's head is also equipped with Liuli 钗." Go forward. Bibo also silently cooperated with Shiqin in changing clothes.
The poetry and painting frowned and said: "Shi Qin, King Wuchang hates red, and the son will be punished. Don't you want the son to lie in bed for ten and a half months and can't pick up the guests?"
"Just shut up, sister Qin arranged this, and the son has to listen. Do you mean a son?"
Bibo has been thinking about Xia Qiu, and completely ignores your fight between them. Change his clothes and just say, "Back down, I want to rest for a while."
"The slaves resigned." Shiqin dragged the poem and left Qingfeng Pavilion.
While waiting for the two to leave, Bibo fiddled with the incense burner, and an elegant jasmine struck.
The pale red shirt was more white than Bibo, and the fingers of the bony knot hit the table.
"Master, King Qin has doubts about you, so ..."
"Shiqin, let King Wuchang's harem lively, Ben could not respect him."
The invitation of His Royal Highness Qin was said to be tea tasting, but after waiting, he took a tour of the lake again.
Windy and sunny, King Qin is rarely unused by public offices.
On the painting, Bibo played the piano, poetry and painting served behind him, and King Qin was sitting on the main seat and sipping wine.
At the end of the song, King Qin said, "Bibo's piano skills are getting more and more exquisite, reminding me of my premature nephew."
When Bibo heard this, she knelt down on the ground, shaking her body like sieve bran, her voice was full of panic.
"Thank you for your highness, the Caomin people deserve to die."
"Come up and let King look carefully."
Kneeling and walked to Qin Wang, his forehead had begun to see cold sweat.
"Look up!"
Qin Wang pinched Bibo's chin.