Wangmen Xianfei

Chapter 128

All of this can't help but be confused in the eyes of everyone. What are they doing?It's not like dancing at the beginning, it's not perfect to play chess, as for calligraphy and painting, there's no ink, ink, paper and inkstone, let's talk about it?
Bei Yaoqin sneered: "What the hell are you doing? Could it be that you haven't prepared just now, what are you planning to accomplish from the beginning?"

Mu Qingli smiled lightly, and walked past her: "Who said five things can't come together?"

Bei Yaoqin was taken aback.What?Five together?

On the white jade red carpet stage, the red carpet is like fire, embroidered with large peonies, and the surrounding fire pillars are shining golden on the ten wooden chrysanthemum drums on the stage, as if they are fully blooming.

The four women in spring, summer, autumn and winter have their own characteristics. Even in pink clothes and skirts, they are still beautiful and charming.

Under the eyes of everyone at the banquet, Mu Qingli slowly walked up to the Wutai. The light red clothes, the blossoming chrysanthemums on the hem and the red carpet on the ground, and the wooden chrysanthemum drums around each other set off each other, as if the stage had long been on the stage. Average for her.

Until she stood on the stage, slim and graceful, looking at Jun Rongjue at the position below, with a pretty smile: "Light the incense."

After the words fell, the maid next to the incense burner immediately lit a stick of incense and inserted it into the three-legged incense burner.

The fragrance is red, and the smoke rises.

Mu Qingli's expression slowly changed, solemn and sacred, he stretched out his hands, and there was a long red brocade in the sleeves of both hands, and he went left and right, "Dong Dong..." twice, just hitting the two wooden chrysanthemum drums around him .

At the banquet, everyone followed these two voices and couldn't help watching quietly.

These two sounds were like the beginning, Mu Qingli's body turned slowly, and the long red silk surrounded her, like a fairy flying into the sky, and seemed to have fallen endlessly, devout and without hesitation.

"Boom...boom..." She danced lightly, as if she had no bones, and completed unimaginable movements.She flicked her sleeves, and the red silk struck the chrysanthemum drum, and the rhythm rose, becoming more and more rapid.

The banquet was silent, only the sound of the drums could be heard, and the rhythm of the heartbeat seemed to accompany it, and the eyes of the mind had already been completely attracted by the figure of the fairy-like woman on the stage.

"Get up!" With a deep groan, Mu Qingli touched the ground, turned and flew up, like a phoenix singing high, spreading its wings and soaring high, suddenly forgetting itself and respecting Huaqing.

The four people below in spring, summer, autumn and winter moved at the same time. Their feet touched the ground and came to the surrounding area under Mu Qingli's body. A square of white silk was unfolded, and each of the four people held one side.

In Mu Qingli's hand, the red silk was flipped over and fell into the surrounding fuel basin on the ground. When it was stretched again, it outlined the white silk under her body, and the white silk was suddenly dyed black and red.

"Side." With a light movement of their feet on the white silk, the four of Chun Xia Qiu Dong turned around tacitly after hearing the words, and put away the white silk. Han Chun and Nuan Qiu stood on the wooden chrysanthemum drum, and Lian Xia and Dong Mei Next, stretch out your hands and spread the white silk sideways again.

When Mu Qingli landed, his feet were placed in the dye basin on the ground, and the red silk in his hand was like a living thing, and fell into the dye basin at the same time, and then flipped between the white silk and the chrysanthemum drum.

"Dong dong dong..." The drums kept beating, the dancing steps kept going, and the dye sketches on the white silk kept going.

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath, their whole minds were absorbed, everything around them became blurred, and only the miraculous dance on the stage was left.

They saw the woman in red dancing, like dancing on the clouds, like dancing on the raging flames, like the lustful phoenix, screaming, nirvana, rebirth, spreading wings, fiery red feathers scattered around her like sparks.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter have already found the pattern, and Mu Qingli only needs to make a low voice to know what to do. Their bodies are light, and the white silk is constantly flying sideways in their hands, matching the woman dancing at the end.

The white silk can be vaguely seen, it is a high-flying phoenix, colorful, with its head raised and its wings spread, just like Nirvana.

With a stretch of Mu Qingli's red silk, the wooden altar of black and white chess pieces was rolled up, and the palm of his hand just grabbed it and swayed it in the air.She waved her red silk, turned her feet, and the chess pieces fell to the ground. Like stars turning around, click on the chrysanthemum and land on the chessboard on the right. In a moment, the chessboard is surrounded by black and white. Is it actually completing the chess game?

Mu Qingli's eyes blinked, and the eyelashes were dripping with sweat.Every time she took a step, her gaze was fixed on Jun Rongjue, on Wannian, on the soul, devoting herself to everything.

Jun Rongjue looked at her quietly, his palms were hidden in his sleeves, and he clenched his fists tightly.Something was burning his heart, so warm, so warm that it almost melted away everything.He trembled, patiently.At this moment, he smiled, but his eyes were wet.It's not frailty, it's just because she danced for him and sweated for him.

How lucky is it that he met her in his lifetime?So what if I do everything for her alone.

Mu Qingli smiled at him with her head up, her legs and shoes were all red and black, she stretched her hands, stepped back, and said silently: "Qin."

Lianxia stepped on her feet, picked up the guqin on the low couch beside her, and flew into the air.Mu Qingli's feet touched the ground, his clothes were blooming like flowers, like a burning field, his hands had already embraced the guqin, his jade fingers were fluffy, he played the prelude, his feet stepped on the white silk, he danced and slid like a phoenix playing .

The sound of the piano is bright, warm as fire, unrestrained and rapid, yet affectionate and lingering.

Phoenix asks Phoenix.

Feng Xi Feng Xi...

Why do they cross their necks as mandarin ducks...

Huangxi Huangxi lives from me, and I have to entrust Niewei to be my concubine forever.

Both wings fly high...

The sound of the silk and bamboo zither ignited the hearts of everyone, as if they were caught in that fiery courtship.

"Hush..." The sound of the flute came out in vain, intertwined with the sound of the piano, it was actually the same piece of music, and it couldn't be separated.

As the piano and flute played together, Jun Rongjue's eyelashes trembled slightly, but his eyes still did not leave Mu Qingli's body.This is a gift from her to him, how can he be distracted?What she gave, he accepted everything.

There are only a few people who can still not be fascinated by the eyes at this time, and Jun Wugong on the stage is one of them.The sound of the flute really appeared suddenly, he turned his head to look, and saw the long figure of Xin standing in the dark.

(End of this chapter)