Allure in one dance: Immortal concubine dominates the world

Chapter 97
"Qingcheng, you are not allowed to be so naughty." The dancer looked at Qingcheng and smiled dotingly.

After finishing talking, I sandwiched an osmanthus mooncake for Qingcheng.

"That's right, what the imperial sister said is true, father, mother allow me, a son, to be punished with a cup." Cang Yue Suifeng smiled and drank it all in one gulp.

"As a daughter-in-law, I should also be called Mother, Father." Qing Su also picked up the wine glass.

"This" the palace master of the Demon Palace is a bit unsure, this is the emperor of the world, and he is his own son, this Wu Qingcheng
"Could it be that the Palace Mistress despises me as a godson and a daughter-in-law?" Cang Yue Suifeng pretended to frown.
"That's not what I mean, I'm happy with it, haha." The Mistress of the Demon Palace didn't hold back anymore, and smiled proudly, accepting it.

It's all a family, why not have a righteous brother who loves his daughter so much?

It is the blessing of Qingcheng, and it is also the blessing of him and the dancer.

"Father, mother, sister-in-law, brother, Qingcheng will play a song for everyone." After speaking, Qingcheng picked up the guzheng and hugged it horizontally in her arms.

"Okay, we'll make room for you." Cang Yue Suifeng hurriedly prepared to clear the table.

"No need." Qingcheng grinned, danced, and played the piano.

The seemingly clumsy guzheng is three points more flexible than the pipa in her hands
Others didn't see the mystery, so how could the dancer not see it?

God gave her such a daughter, who has long been better than an extremely outstanding man.
The happy time is always short, so it is worthy of nostalgia and cherishment.

The full moon slowly recedes into the clouds.
The dancer's body slowly began to become transparent, and the hand of the Demon Palace Master holding the dancer became tighter and tighter.
"Night attack, what Qingcheng said is right, as long as our hearts are together. Wherever we are, we are a family that cares about each other. Qingcheng, I hope my son can watch the clouds and see the moonlight."

The dancer looked at the people on the table and disappeared in a wisp of smoke
There was clearly the residual smell of the dancer in the air.
"Where... no matter where... you are always in my heart."

Ye Zai raised a happy smile; tears fell from the slightly wrinkled corners of his eyes.

"Father" Qingcheng got up, walked to Ye Xie's side, and took out a portrait drawn with burnt charcoal from his arms.

It's the moment when the dancer is dancing
The scene is fixed in the painting, there is a night attack affectionately looking at the dancer, there is a naughty dancer
It can be seen how hard the person who painted this painting is, how deep the love is, the daughter's love for her parents, her longing for home...
It will not change due to the length of time.

"Thank you. Qingcheng" Ye Zai looked at his daughter, this is his daughter
(End of this chapter)