The sword of crossing the sky

Chapter 240

The most gentle fragrance of red sleeves, the wine is not intoxicating, everyone is drunk.

The red sleeves add fragrance and the gentle words make Su Mu suddenly realize that it is no wonder that since ancient times, literati and poets like to hang around Chunlou, claiming to be romantic.

Smiling gently at the woman, Su Mu raised his glass to Zheng Xiuming and said, "Zi Yuan deserves to be so loved by the third young master. He will do his best to protect the third young master in the future."

After Su Mu finished speaking, he drank it all in one gulp.

"Hahaha, Ziyuan's words are serious. If Mr. Feng introduces and recommends him, then he is a trustworthy family. We should advance and retreat together."

Zheng Xiuming laughed, and also drank it down.

Su Mu was confused. If he was given the position just for Feng Lao's face, it would be a bit unusual. But now that he is being treated with such courtesy, is it really just for Feng Lao's face?
Whether it is a corporal who is respectful or has other requirements, Su Mu toasted Zheng Xiuming two cups in a calm manner, and then looked at the burly figure sitting opposite him.

"Look at my memory, I forgot to introduce." Zheng Xiuming noticed Su Mu's gaze, patted the table annoyed, and then introduced to Su Mu: "Ziyuan, this is the one who watched me grow up. The personal bodyguard is named Zheng Geng, you can call me Uncle Zheng or Uncle Geng along with me."

Hearing this, Su Mu respectfully said to Zheng Geng, who always had a cold expression, "Uncle Zheng, Ziyuan is just here, please take care of Uncle Zheng in the future."

After Su Mu finished speaking, he drank it all in one gulp.

Zheng Geng raised his wine glass without changing his expression, greeted Yuan Yao, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hahaha, okay." Zheng Xiuming was quite cheerful. From today on, he also had the ability to speak forcefully.

Su Mu secretly heaved a sigh of relief, so far it seems to be relatively smooth, in order to return to the Central Plains as soon as possible, it is not difficult to flatter him, not to mention that Su Mu faintly felt that the third young master in front of him valued him a little, and seemed to have other demands.

But no matter what, it's always good to get off to a smooth start, and it's better than stumbling around without a clue.

While Su Mu was thinking, the door of the compartment suddenly opened, and a graceful and plump girl with a scarf on her face entered the private room.

"Third young master, the servants are here at the invitation, who do you want to dance for today?"

The soft and charming voice came to Su Mu's ears, which shocked him, and a strange emotion rose quietly, but he was chopped to pieces by the sword bud in the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows.

Su Mu looked at the maid who was pouring wine calmly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the obsession in the eyes of the third young master. When he raised his head, he looked at the girl in front of him with the same eyes as the third young master.

"Qinghe, you are here. If you don't come again, I will really demolish Chaohualou."

Although Zheng Xiuming's gaze is obsessed, he is a child of a family who has seen the world, and he will not completely lose his mind just because of a sentence from a charming voice.

Then he pointed to Su Mu and said, "This time, Qinghe will dance for Ziyuan, and cleanse the dust for Ziyuan on my behalf."

Qing He looked at Su Mu who was silent, seeing the obsession in his eyes, she didn't take it seriously, but she still smiled sweetly and gave Su Mu a little blessing.

After a slight salute, Qing He lightly flicked her water sleeves and stood tall, waiting for the music to play.

On one side, Qin Niang paused slightly, and the moment she met Qing He's eyes, she knew what song Qing He wanted, so she lightly pressed the strings with both hands to make her stop.

At this time, the private room was quiet and silent, the dancers who were originally dancing had already retreated to the side, and Qing He stood quietly in the center, with her hands flexed and stretched, her body tilted slightly, and her sleeves fell naturally, showing a plump and slim curve.

Before the person moved, just one posture made Zheng Xiuming's breathing stagnant, looking at Qinghe with burning eyes, even Su Mu, who had "read" many beauties, couldn't help holding his breath, and concentrated on looking at the slim figure in the center posture.

Standing tall and tall, slim and moving, really like the summer lotus in the water, it is eye-catching and fascinating.

The spring water ting-dong, crisp and melodious, as fresh as the mountains and forests after the rain, black eyebrows, second eyes, vermilion lips, slender fingers, bee waist, light like swallows, soft like catkins, with every frown and smile, lotuses grow every step of the way.

Like butterflies flying among the flowers, like gurgling water, like the bright moon in the deep mountains, like the morning light in the alleys, like the round dew on the tip of lotus leaves, it makes everyone drunk like fine wine, unable to restrain themselves.

This is no longer a dance, but a suffocatingly beautiful picture scroll, which is deeply imprinted in the minds of the three of them. Even the dancer and the maid who are both women hold their breath, watching it like a rapt fascination.

Dressed in a red dress and dancing in the prosperous age, the years were messed up, the fleeting years were shocked, and the time was even more amazing.

boom!
It was like a beautiful movement mixed with harsh scratching sounds, and thick ink dots mixed into the beautiful scroll. When everyone was immersed in the beautiful scroll, a loud noise woke them up directly.

Several timid dancers and maids hid aside with pale faces, tightly pursing their lips, apparently terrified.

Zheng Xiuming glanced at Zheng San who had rolled on the floor several times with an ugly face, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Zhang Guangyao, are you looking for death?"

Kicking open the small half of the door, a figure wearing a gorgeous brocade dress, a ding-dong jade ring around his waist, powdered and whitened, and a disdainful smile walked into the private room.Behind him followed two figures, one old and one young, with a sword and a knife.

"Zheng Laosan, don't say it's useless, you and I belong to the top three families, this time I will accompany my father to your Zheng's house as a guest, how dare you really do anything to me?" Zhang Guangyao kept his eyes burning as soon as he entered the private room. He looked at Qing He standing quietly in the center of the private room.

"Qing He, that dance just now was really beautiful, but it made me feel unbearably itchy, and I couldn't help myself. You can follow me from now on, and I will cherish you very much."

As Zhang Guangyao said, he grinned what he thought was a handsome smile, and stretched out his hand to grab Qing He involuntarily.

Zhang Guangyao's explicit words and actions made Qing He instinctively take half a step back, her delicate and ruddy face gradually paled.

"Zhang Guangyao, don't give you shame, it's too late to get out now."

Zheng Xiuming was furious, and stepped forward, about to slap Zhang Guangyao's outstretched right hand away.

"Zheng Laosan, it's up to you?" Zhang Guangyao sneered, turned his left hand into a palm, and suddenly patted Zheng Xiuming who was standing in front of Qing He.

boom!
Zhang Guangyao took three steps back, looked at the boy who suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Xiuming with unfriendly eyes, shook his numb left palm, and asked pretending to be indifferent, "I wonder who this is?"

"Mu Ziyuan, the new personal bodyguard. Zhang Laoer, I'm not talking about you, you are still so worthless, you do all kinds of dirty things. But this is my Zheng family's turtle city, I really thought it was It’s in Changhai City of your Zhang family.”

Zheng Xiuming patted Su Mu's shoulder very satisfied, then looked at Zhang Guangyao in disdain, and sneered disdainfully.

"Just like you, you still want to take Qinghe away, and you don't take a piss to take care of yourself, what the hell."

Obviously, the enmity between Zheng Xiuming and Zhang Guangyao is not deep, Zheng Xiuming really has no scruples when he finds an opportunity to ridicule.

"Zheng Laosan!"

Zhang Guangyao's face was ashen, his eyes were red, he swung his palm forward, and with a violent palm wind, he went straight to Zheng Xiuming.

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