Chapter 282 (1/2)

Xie Heng still smiled on his lips, ”ah Jiu?”

Wen Jiu's eyes were as black as ink. He pinched them in the palm of his hand, suddenly got up and looked at the first man: ”I'm sorry to bother the Lord so many days.”

Everyone looked at her during the dinner: what the fuck are you going to do?

As soon as she stood up, the officers and soldiers under the stage stood in place and dared not move. The LORD said that they would take it quietly these days.

What's the matter with this turtle in a jar always jumping up and looking for trouble?

Zhao Lidao: ”shopkeeper Wen, you're welcome...”

I didn't have time to say the second half.

Wen Jiu continued, ”let me play a Pipa for the prince.”

The expressions on their faces were colorful: ”...”

Everyone under the stage is ready. The man surnamed Wen doesn't catch him well. He doesn't run. He wants to play the pipa on the spot.

The young man on her side raised his eyebrows and smiled, without any consciousness of being in prison.

Xie Heng's words made warm wine grow a bit of wisdom in a hurry.

The musicians are much closer to Zhao Li than the last seat. If they really start later, with the speed of Xie Heng and ye Zhiqiu, they may have a chance to start first.

Anyway, it's better than sitting here waiting for death.

Rao is Zhao Li, who has seen countless human spirits, and doesn't know what Wenjiu and Xie Xiaoyan want to do now.

That's what I said.

Naturally, it's hard to refuse.

Zhao Li hugged his beloved concubine and raised his hand, ”since shopkeeper Wen is so elegant, please.”

Wen Jiu hasn't figured out how to open his mouth and take all the people to the front.

One side of Ye Zhiqiu followed up, ”it's boring to play only the pipa. I can play drums.”

Xie Xuan got up and took out a white jade flute from his sleeve. He didn't say anything, but the meaning was very obvious.

”I've been learning zither for ten years.” lianjiang has no time to stand up.

Wen Jiu raised his eyes and said with a smile, ”if so, let's play an ensemble to thank the king of Nanning for his hospitality these days.”

Zhao Li thought for a moment, ”shopkeeper Wen is really interesting.”

Wen Jiu said with a smile, ”the Lord is fallacious.”

Zhao qingluan sneered: ”the bird with broken wings is dying.”

Warm wine as if you didn't hear it. Who makes this someone else's territory.

Now it seems that people are sure to win, and they are the fish slaughtered by the board.

On his side, Xie Heng said with a smile, ”how about I dance another sword?”

At the banquet, everyone turned white when they heard the speech.

Zhao Li's tone was cool for seven or eight points, ”it's good.”

Wen Jiu looked back at Xie Heng.

Little Yama sword dance?

I don't know if these people will faint on the spot.

The warm wine group went from the last seat to the middle of the flying flower platform. During the banquet, the faces of the people changed and changed. Dozens of dancers retreated on both sides, and the water sleeve lights flew together, one after another standing beside Zhao Li.

The musicians also got up and gave way.

Ye Zhiqiu kicked the last big drum into the air. It took three or four people to lift it. The big drum cast a large shadow, and the nearby seats were almost scared to jump.

The dark skinned boy raised his right hand, supported the big drum, then put it on the ground, played with the drumstick in one hand, and knocked on the big drum.