Wangmen Xianfei

Chapter 129

He was wearing an icy blue robe, and his black hair was only tied with an icy jade hairpin, which often hung down his shoulders.He is like a person carved from ice jade, holding a jade flute with flawless and slender fingers, his light-colored thin lips resting on Xiao, his eyes are half down, looking at Mu Qingli on the stage, his eyes are deep as if brewing something rich There is a layer of melancholy that can't be released, which makes people feel stuck.

He is a born noble son, his nobility does not need to be deliberately, it is exuded from the bones to make people feel.

Jun Wugong's complexion changed, his body stiffened a little, he stood up, and then he stopped abruptly, fidgeting on the dragon chair.How could he suddenly appear here?

Mu Qingli?
Jun Wugong kept looking at Dongfang Mo and Mu Qingli who suddenly appeared, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and anger and irritability were brewing in his eyes.It really was Mu Qingli!He had never heard of the piece they were playing together at this time, but they played together.

I think that every time he appeared in front of him, it was when Mu Qingli was there, and last time he actually asked him for all the information about Luo Qingtian in the Eastern Song Dynasty.At that time, he guessed that he had something to do with Mu Qingli, but then he left directly, nothing happened.

But it never occurred to him that he would come to the Eastern Song Dynasty again two years later, and he would still appear under such circumstances, and his affectionate flute sound at this time completely confirmed his original guess.

Mu Qingli!Mu Qingli!
If Mu Qingli has something to do with this young master, and if he wins the favor of this young master, then it will definitely be a great disaster to him, a huge disaster.

The palm of Jun Wugong's hand that was pinched on the armrest could faintly see bulging veins. Although his face was calm, there was a huge emotion constantly brewing in his heart.He didn't expect that Mu Qingli, who used to be no pawn in his eyes, would become such the biggest variable.

Yan Hanyan saw these strange smiles in his eyes, and looked at Dongfang Mo in confusion, frowning slightly.Who is this young man?To let the emperor lose his composure?
Among the dignitaries below, a row of Jin Wang Jun Rongsheng held up the drink in his hands for an unknown amount of time, but he had not put it down since the girls danced on the stage.The sudden sound of the flute seemed to have finally pulled his mind back, his fingers also stopped, and the wine glass in his hand was rippling.Lowering his eyes, he silently put the wine glass back on the table, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the flute sound.

Seeing Dongfang Mo, Jun Rongsheng's face was also surprised. He was surprised by his arrival, and even more surprised that he played such an affectionate and complex flute while watching Mu Qingli dancing in the stage.

Jun Rongzhen also took a look at Dongfang Mo, and he could see his extraordinary at a glance. He vaguely remembered where he had seen it before, but he didn't seem to have seen it before, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.Shaking his head and sneering, he doesn't remember if he doesn't remember, what do he think so much about?Looking up at Mu Qingli again, the brilliance in his eyes became darker and darker, with a sharp possessiveness like a beast.How much of her is unknown?It seems that every time she thinks that she understands her, she will show more, making people fascinated and sinking.

Even this troubled son who plays the flute is probably one of the perishing people.

Jun Rongzhen shook his head and laughed, raised his glass and took a sip of the clear and hot liquor, which seemed to have hit his heart.This time I lost, Bei Yaoqin lost.He lost even before he even started.Mu Qingli looked at Jun Rongjue's gaze while dancing, and Jun Rongjue sat under the stage quietly focusing on her gaze. There was no way for these two people to participate in it.

But on the battlefield, there are winners and losers, and if people are not dead, they can naturally fight again.Jun Rongzhen emptied the wine glass, raised the corners of his lips, and looked at Mu Qingli on the stage, with admiration for surprise and undisguised predatory interest flashing in his eyes.

The wonderful coordination of the qin and flute is still echoing, until the last moment, the sound of the qin stops first, and the sound of the xiao ends silently.Dongfang Mo raised his eyelashes, looking complicatedly at Mu Qingli who was standing on the stage on the colorful white silk.

"Crack!" Mu Qingli threw the Guqin onto the low couch on the side out of thin air, danced gracefully under his feet on the white silk, and finally landed on the left side the four-character phoenix worshiping.Leaping and floating on the ground, her five fingers were covered with black ink, and then leaped onto the white silk. She turned upside down and wrote a poem by herself. After the last stroke, she turned and stood silently on the white silk and turned to face all the dignitaries in the audience.At this time, her hair had already been let down, and it was long and draped behind her head. The light red headband hung in the brocade-like black hair. She was wearing a light red dress with long and colorful red damask. Black and red dye on boots.

She raised her head and silently watched Jun Rongjue under the stage. The red long silk seemed to be waving with the last of her strength. She was walking towards him like a red feather falling from the white silk. Every step seemed to be done with her soul. Concentrate until the nine steps.She raised her head and smiled sweetly at him, smiling all her life, then leaned down.

This worship made the hearts of all the audience tremble.She is like the phoenix painted on the white silk behind her in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the last nirvana, ups and downs for him, and she worships devoutly with her whole soul.

"Phoenix pilgrimage." Dongfang Mo's hand holding Yuxiao tightened violently, his heart suddenly twitched violently at this moment, and the pain was sore.

To worship the phoenix, this dance needs to be done with all your heart and soul.Every step of the way is a gift of love and blessings for the person you think about.According to ancient records, this dance is a blessing for a lifetime.After dancing this dance, you can prolong the life of the person you want, and make your life a blessing.

Dongfang Mo tightly covered his chest with one hand, frowned and pursed his lips as he looked at Mu Qingli, and murmured in a low voice, "A phoenix dance to worship, a phoenix to court a phoenix. You... really fell in love with him..."

It was silent, and everyone in the banquet was completely forgetful.

A white dress flew past, and Jun Rongjue's figure landed on the stage, gently hugging her into his arms.He didn't understand, he didn't understand the meaning of this dance, let alone the meaning of this prostration.But these are not important, as long as she is in his arms.

Mu Qingli was out of breath, with sweat on his forehead, so he leaned against his arms weakly, and whispered softly in his ear: "For you, Brother Immortal, do you like it?"

Fairy brother, do you like it...

Like it?
Jun Rongjue hugged her tightly but couldn't hurt her at all, and even trembled slightly.With eyes closed, he replied in a low voice, "I like it, I like it very much."

(End of this chapter)