The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Then if Li'er wants to come in the future, brother will bring you here." Song Yuntian stretched out his hand and rubbed Song Yunli's slightly messy hair. He was about to say something else but was interrupted.

"Sister Mo!" Song Yunli was afraid that the visitor would not see her, so she stood on the stool and waved her chubby hands, her big, clear eyes full of smiles. Song Yuntian was stunned, turned his head and looked at the door, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt uneasy.

"Li'er, what a coincidence." Qing Mo walked to Song Yunli and pinched her face.

"Sister Mo, this is my brother. If you are not married, you can consider him." Song Yunli pointed at Song Yuntian who was sitting on the side, and smiled with a mouthful of incomplete teeth, which made Qingmo happy and said, "I am already married."

Qing Mo turned around and looked at Song Yuntian. He was stunned for a moment and asked softly, "Mr. Song, have we met somewhere before?"

Unexpectedly, his efforts to reduce his presence still failed. Song Yuntian smiled awkwardly and said, "People are similar. Maybe you remembered it wrongly, young lady. I have never seen you."

Qing Mo smiled and nodded, then said goodbye to the two and walked towards the private room. Song Yunli stared at Song Yuntian with disdain. He had just looked uninterested, but now he was staring at Sister Mo's back and couldn't bear to look away. He couldn't help but jokingly said, "Brother, Sister Mo just said that she is married, and you have no chance."

Song Yuntian looked at Song Yunli thoughtfully, his expression slowly turning cold, "How do you know this woman?"

"Sister Mo is our new neighbor. Li'er met her when he was climbing through the dog hole that day." Song Yunli was confused. It seemed that her eldest brother knew Sister Mo. Could it be that Sister Mo was his ex?

"Ka" The bamboo chopsticks in Song Yuntian's hand were broken, his face became more and more ugly, and he said in a slightly reproachful tone: "In the future, don't have much contact with her, and don't crawl into the yard next door again, do you hear me?"

Song Yunli walked slowly to Song Yuntian's side, tugged at his wide sleeves and said coquettishly: "Brother, Sister Mo is a very nice person, Li'er likes her very much..."

"If I say no, then no! Did you hear me?" Song Yuntian shook Song Yunli's shoulders a few times with some excitement. His hands were quite strong and his tone was unusually tough. Song Yunli nodded obediently and patted Song Yuntian on the back with her little hand. Her elder brother must be doing this for her own good. After that, the two of them looked at each other and walked towards the general's mansion without saying a word.

As night fell, Song Yunli still couldn't control her legs. After struggling in her heart for a while, she moved the big rock blocking the dog hole and crawled over. She found Qingmo, who was playing the piano with his eyes closed, with ease.

Qing Mo didn't open his eyes, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. It must be that little guy.

After the song ended, Song Yunli's eyebrows curved slightly, and she said with a smile in her eyes: "Sister Mo, are you missing someone? Li'er feels that your piano music is full of longing."

With a "clang" sound, the music stopped abruptly. Qing Mo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him thoughtfully. After a long while, he said slowly, "Li'er, are you willing to take me as your master and pass on this music art to me?"

Song Yunli's eyes lit up slightly, then dimmed again as she thought of something. She shook her head and said, "Li'er doesn't have any musical foundation. I'm afraid it would be a disgrace to the school if I became your disciple."