The Insane and Good-For-Nothing Madam

Yu Xiao originally held a fan in one hand and a cup in the other, dreaming about the beautiful realm of wine, tea, poetry and music.

But I didn't expect that Feng Ruchu's opening would be shocking to heaven and human beings!

The sip of wine that had just entered his throat almost choked himself to death, and even the glass hit the ground.

Yu Xiao concealed her face with a folding fan, and turned to the stranger in love.

Using the shape of her lips, she said silently, "Brother, can you mute?"

Mo Qing gave him a roll of ‘you can try’ and let him understand.

Yu Xiao:...

Why is it that the allegro is added to the bowl, and there are small words referring to the sang and the huai, the strangeness can still be heard without changing the "color" heartbeat?

Is he not shocked? Isn't he surprised? Does he not smoke or numb or tremble?

Hey……

He didn't dare to ask, he didn't dare to say...

Can only sigh: It really is a saint! Even concentration is extraordinary!

Looking at other people again, Feng Zheng was already blowing his beard and staring angrily. It was almost impossible for Qiqiao to produce smoke. Liu Shuxian, a deep boudoir, "woman", even fainted by Feng Ruchu's anger and resentment performance. Clenching his fist, the veins violently violently, Feng Feier bit her lip, her face turned blue and white, not to mention so wonderful.

Only the servant servants hiding at the door, one more curious, one more excited, and even a few brave ones, all began to twist and wave their tails following Feng Ruchu's rhythm.

"The wheat will be broken and the wheat will be broken."

"Humph."

"The wheat will be broken and the wheat will be broken."

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"Humph."

"Mai is broken and thinking about digging and digging and listening~"

The last paragraph is in Cantonese. Feng Ruchu wailed the two paragraphs with his throat. With a'bang...', a chopstick hit the empty bowl. With great force, he directly smashed the bottom of the bowl and the porcelain **** was broken. A table.

After the song was finished, Feng Ruchu turned the chopsticks in his hand, and turned to a table that was shocked by her from a spiritualist to the old, weak, sick and disabled audience. Nodded and thanked: "Bad performance, bad performance , Everyone laughed, laughed."

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"..."

Her mouth said that the performance is not good, but look at her like a proud peacock, how can there be any humble posture?

Yu Xiao silently memorized the Qingxin Jue three times in her heart, trying hard to concentrate, concentrate, concentrate...

Finally, he twitched the corners of his stiff mouth, still couldn't help but curiously gossip, and asked, "That...Miss Feng Er's singing voice is really... extraordinary and unique!"

Feng Ruchu raised his head proudly, smugly: "That is, I can sing, dance, and rap!"

Yu Xiao: "What kind of cloth?...Also, what do you mean by the last two sentences of yours?"

Feng Ruchu waved his small hand, and pointed at Nangong Yan and Feng Feier as if there was nothing, and said, "Just stop talking nonsense and get out of here!"

Feng Zheng endured and tolerated, and finally became unbearable, slapped on the table, and roared at Feng Ruchu angrily: "You get out of here! How come I, I, and I Feng Zheng gave birth to you such shamelessness, This vulgar daughter is simply unreasonable!"

Feng Ruchu blinked extraordinarily innocently and said, "I don’t understand what Daddy said. I was born in the prime minister’s mansion and grew up in the prime minister’s mansion. What kind of education the prime minister’s mansion gave me, I will change now. What kind of virtues have been fascinated since childhood, is it possible to blame me?"

"Besides, my daughter really doesn't dare to bear it because of shamelessness."

"I didn't act as a vixen, I went around hooking up with a man; I didn't act as a small third to destroy another person's marriage; I dare to ask my father, where am I shameless?