Ten Miles of Peach Blossom Drunk Breeze

Chapter 495 Chapter 495 Dance 1
"My sister is too famous. If it weren't for the fact that my sister is married into the royal family and it is inconvenient to participate, how can my younger sister show off today." Su Jin'er smiled faintly.

Seeing that she was quite sensible, Su Xueying snorted coldly and didn't say anything more.

Suddenly, the sound of a flute rose lightly, the sound of the flute was melodious and melodious, clear and pleasing to the ear.

In the center of the hall, countless delicate and beautiful petals slowly fall from the air, and the refreshing floral fragrance is intoxicating.

A woman was wearing a crescent-colored dance dress, holding a piece of white silk in her hand, falling from the air like an orchid in an empty valley, and then leaned forward to dance with the sound of the flute, her crescent-colored long sleeves were like flowing water.

In the rain of flowers all over the sky, the girl's beautiful eyes are looking forward, her smile is light and light, her dancing posture is light and graceful, as the sound of the flute suddenly turns sharp, the girl uses her feet as the axis, her long sleeves fluttering, and her delicate body rotates with it, and the rotation becomes faster and faster.

The woman sometimes raised her wrist and lowered her eyebrows, and sometimes relaxed her long sleeves. Her beautiful dancing posture was like a fairy Lingbo.

After the dance, there was applause in the hall, and voices of surprise and praise were endless, "Okay, you are worthy of being Princess Hongluan. I have long heard that Princess Hongluan is good at dancing. Seeing you today, you really deserve your reputation."

Hearing everyone's admiration, the corners of Hongluan's lips raised slightly, and she subconsciously looked at the figure who looked like a banished fairy, seeing that his eyes were as calm as water, and his handsome face like a fairy was calm without any waves.

It was as if the dance she danced couldn't catch his eyes at all, Hong Luan's eyes dimmed slightly, the hands in the long sleeves tightened tightly, feeling very disappointed.

Next, Feng Zhuohua's dance surprised everyone, and everyone looked at the dancing girl.

I saw her body as light as a swallow, her arms as soft as bones, her dancing posture like a lotus every step of the way, her slender waist agile, her snow-like skin looming in the air.

Everyone looked at the beautiful woman in that scene in amazement, and then at the beautiful Princess Hongluan on the seat, as if secretly comparing the two, who dances the best?
Looking at the woman dancing to the sound of the piano in the field, Hong Luan's eyes flickered slightly, and her red lips took a sip of the wine.

As expected of the eldest lady of Fengyuelou, this dance is no worse than her at all.

His eyes turned to Su Wanyue's direction again, seeing that she didn't feel any nervousness, she was smiling and talking to Jing Tianyin, Hong Luan's slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, a trace of jealousy arose in her heart, and even more so. Raised a trace of vigilance.

This woman chose to dance instead of playing the piano. I'm afraid it's not a whim, but she really has some skills, otherwise how could she be so calm?
After Feng Zhuohua finished his dance, he naturally won a burst of warm applause. Thinking that the next one would be Master Guoshi and Miss Su Fourth, everyone couldn't help but flash a trace of excitement and anticipation in their eyes.

The man dressed in silver was still sitting on the seat, but there was an extra guqin on his knees at some point, and Miss Su Fourth was no longer around him.

The man's whole body looked spotless, like a banished immortal above the nine heavens, tightly attracting everyone's attention.

A gust of breeze entered the room, slightly lifting the silver thread hanging on the skirt of his clothes, he raised his eyes slightly, looked in a certain direction with a cold and peerless face, and saw her nodding to indicate that he could start.

In the dark, someone had a stinky face, and the body was filled with cold, but the four guardians didn't dare to make a sound, only heard someone snort coldly, and their cold eyes fell straight on Jing Tianyin like knives, disdainful There was a sour taste in his tone.

"Hmph! Pretentious... If this deity makes a move, how can this guy have anything to do with it?"

(End of this chapter)