Chapter 270: A Small World Through Books (11)

"Qinghe... You were never as incomprehensible as you are now."

Fan Yu frowned gradually.

Look at Xia Ling again.

When he was her biggest benefactor before, Qinghe still had a smiling face towards him, and she didn't refuse too much when he touched her hand occasionally.

But today, since she came in, Fan Yu felt the indifference from the girl's whole body.

Even if he used all the tricks of pouring out his heart, she was still cold and didn't give him a chance to get close.

The oiran with five thousand gold spent Fan Yu ten ingots of gold in this hour.

With this money, even if he went to sleep with Lan Zhi, who was the one who had a crush on him, he could keep her for half a month... But now, he spends the money on the girl, but he doesn't get any good face!

"Oh? Then Mr. Fan, when did you think I've been out of style? Mr. Fan clicked on me because he wanted to hear me play the piano and sing, and like my cold temper?" Xia Ling curled her lips, and glanced at it with a smile that was not a smile. That Fan Yu.

There was deep meaning in her eyes, as if she could see through Fan Yu's thoughts.

Fan Yu's heart tightened when he was watched. He came to the Red Mansion this time, but he made another preparation.

After being entangled with Qinghe for so long, Fan Yu spent a lot of money, but he didn't have any sweetness that he should have tasted, and he couldn't bear it long ago.

Therefore, he is willing to spend a lot of money this time, so he wants to take the advantage back from the girl at once!

"Qinghe is still so quick to speak." Fan Yu smiled and rubbed the purse on his waist slightly, "Then you can play any song, no matter what it is, as long as it is played by Qinghe, I like it."

"...Okay." Xia Ling nodded, "Then Qinghe will play a song for you, the most suitable piece for you."

"Oh? What song does the beauty think is suitable for me?"

Xia Ling smiled.

She played "The Great Compassion Mantra" for Fan Yu.

...

When the Sanskrit sound came out from the guqin, Fan Yu froze

He couldn't hear any Great Compassion Mantras, and what he usually listened to were silk and bamboo and melancholy sounds.

However, when this solemn and solemn Sanskrit sound sounded, Fan Yu still felt that it had a touch of Tianzhu... He smiled and rubbed his chin, leaning on the chair with his legs crossed, his whole body was full of a gentleman's appearance .

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore. This tune is full of Buddha and divinity. Anyone who has been to a temple has heard it.

Even if he had made some preparations earlier, Fan Yu couldn't bear it at this time!

what the hell? The two of you are alone in the same room, you play the Great Compassion Mantra?

Is it to curse someone to death, or to save someone?

Fan Yu's face was ashen, and behind the Guqin, Xia Ling looked solemn, and played the piano leisurely.

"Qinghe! You are playing with me!" Fan Yu was furious, he punched the table and glared at the girl behind the guqin.

Xia Ling stood up.

"Yeah, what's the matter? Are you unhappy?"

There was a playfulness on his cool face.

"Anyway, you came here just to have fun, Mr. Fan, I see you, aren't you happy now? You've done a lot of little tricks, you've brought all the drugs, and you've used all these dirty tricks. It's because Mother Hua let you go." is it yours?"

"Mr. Fan, you are so angry, you can do it! Look at the tortoises who rushed in, are they punishing me, or seeing you with the drug, the lion opened his mouth, must you pay a high price to compensate for the loss of our red building? "

"What nonsense are you talking about—"

Fan Yu's eyes flickered.

He didn't know if the girl was deliberately deceiving him, or if she really noticed his little trick...

From the mouth, Fan Yu absolutely does not recognize