Allure in one dance: Immortal concubine dominates the world

Chapter 177 If I Can See It

"Oh, I want to feel the atmosphere." Qingcheng explained.

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Xiao Er reflected, and then went to other things.

As night falls, singing and dancing.

A bustling scene.

Qingcheng half-lyed on the cushion, her little hand gently raised a glass of 'Pear Vortex', she...has never drank Pear Vortex in front of anyone
Because drinking this wine will make her drunk. She thinks that Qian Moran has always been by her side and never left.

The right hand is holding a page of scrolls, swaying with the wind.

The beautifully blooming datura flowers on the white paper can be seen looming
A man with stunning looks has a doting eyes with a bit of a smirk, elegant, refined and naturally charming.

Qingcheng took a sip of pear vortex wine, and gently put the painting into her arms.In an instant, he disappeared into the crowd.

Where are you?Strange dye.

If I could see with my eyes, wouldn't it be much easier to find you?

"Yunxi Country, the Seventh Prince is here." The loud sound of praise followed the willows rippling by the lake, the firecrackers sounded, and the lanterns were set off.

The sound of the carriage ruts coming quickly came from a distance, and the word 'Yunxi' was embroidered on the white pennant, which was high-profile and luxurious, extremely wild.

From a distance, one can see a white ornate sedan chair in the middle, with white transparent meteorites inlaid on the side of the sedan chair. The sedan chair curtain and the surrounding sedan chair body are made of invulnerable silver wire.

Judging from the sedan chair alone, the financial resources far surpassed that of the Yan State.

Beside him is a warrior in armor, handsome and domineering, with no expression on his face, looking straight ahead, full of arrogance and majesty.

The carriage was getting closer and closer, and no one was seen. All the girls on the street blushed and raised their heads, trying to see something in the gaps in the curtains of the speeding cars.

Qingcheng didn't care, the tip of her nose searched for the smell, and her ears listened to the sound of footsteps.
"Ling'er, come here." A woman's voice sounded.

Just as the carriage was approaching rapidly, a child rushed out.

Originally, he just wanted to meet the Seventh Prince, and he wanted to compare with him whose Tang poems he learned more and better.

But looking at the oncoming carriage, Ling'er was dumbfounded.

A white petite figure jumped out of the air, like a fairy.

Qingcheng hugged the four-year-old child with his left hand, and with a wave of his right hand, the carriage, galloping horse seemed to be blocked by internal force, and stopped abruptly.

A thick cloud of dust rose from the ground.

And the white sedan chair also bumped a bit.

(End of this chapter)