debt repayment

In the main hall, the lights flickered.The dancers' arms are half exposed, and their jade limbs are stretched. The red skirts that are sideways to the waist flutter up and down, revealing half of their jade limbs from time to time.The passionate beauty with a high nose and deep eyes dances around and dances, and the golden bells tied to her limbs jingle, the sound is crisp, soft and charming.

The blond girl leading the dance twisted her waist, a pair of emerald green cats poured out her spring waves, and holding the jade plate for wine, she made three advances and one retreated, making flowery steps, and turned around to come to the prince's case.

Song Hui'an smiled slightly, propped his chin, and looked at her with interest.

He is really beautiful without knowing it, and he is so radiant that even the generous girl blushed and felt ashamed.

The girl poured the wine and waited for him to drink it up. Then she untied the ropa around her waist and wiped off the remaining wine on his lips.

The drumbeat of the soundtrack suddenly rushed to a climax.The girl gently took Song Hui'an's hand and took him away from the banquet.

Liansheng was afraid that Song Hui'an would lose his footing, so he hurriedly said, "Your Highness..."

"It's okay, let me play for a while," Song Hui'an waved his hand, and then untied the black green gown that had been draped over his body, revealing the red brocade gown with velvet trim and narrow sleeves inside, and came to the center of the hall with the girl.

Benchao has been worshiping the Hu style recently, he lives in the deep palace, he also caught up with this trend, and learned the most popular Hu dance at the moment.

The young man in fresh clothes who looks like a pretty girl is full of vigor, with a light shining in his black eyes.Song Hui'an laughed lowly from time to time, just like the unearthly kaolin flowers that suddenly became human, and the white jade was covered with fragrant honey, bright and romantic, how could it make people look away.

The more something is not to be played with, the more it will make people have secret and unreasonable thoughts.

Song Hui Anji was very good at the rhythm. After dancing for a while, he asked the musicians to hand over the small drums, and surrounded the dancers to play the music himself.The dancer was overwhelmed by flattery, and she was even more graceful, offering a sweet kiss between the flaps of her dress.

Song Hui'an is actually a little shorter than the tall and plump girl, but she holds the girl's thin waist, but she can hold it.Song Huiming watched this scene from a distance, and felt that all the light was concentrated on the half-drunk young man, coating the wet red face with a layer of golden light.

The crown prince went off in person, and everyone was very fortunate, even those who praised him, and those who pulled the dancer to dance with him.His Highness the Twelfth Prince came out of his concubine's arms and held on to the red dress of a dancer. The dancer couldn't laugh or cry, so she had to put on a robe and sit on her knees beside her, playing dice with her Highness Twelfth.

Song Hui'an returned to the banquet with balsamic powder and water powder, and Liansheng hurriedly brought sober soup.After he drank the soup, the blush on his face gradually disappeared, and there was still a bit of indulgence in his eyes that was not seen in ordinary times.

He lazily said: "Give some gold ornaments to the girl."

Liansheng should be.

At this time, Hu Wu stopped.All the dancers lined up, bowed to the table, and left the center of the hall for the acrobats below.

"Brother, brother," Prince Fifteen tugged at his sleeve, "Qi'er is sleepy, and Qi'er wants to go back to sleep with his mother."

Song Hui'an glanced at him, pretending to be angry: "Okay, didn't we agree, should we go to sleep with my brother today? Are you letting me go?"

"But Qi'er misses his mother." Fifteen rubbed his face, "Brother, let Shiwu go back to Fengyi Palace. Fifteen will come and play with brother tomorrow."

Brothers with the same father and mother have a close relationship, and only His Royal Highness Fifteen has the natural courage to act like a baby when facing the prince.

"Okay, I'll ask Gong'e to take you back," Song Hui'an rubbed his head, and said softly, "Go, you are not allowed to steal almond cake at night, or you will ruin your teeth if you eat it."

Nodding at fifteen, she was led away by Gong'e.

On the fifteenth day, Song Hui'an also stood up top-heavy, staggering, and was supported by Liansheng out of the hall.At this time, the performance in the hall was coming to an end, and everyone was about to move to the newly built Meiyuan in the Royal Garden to enjoy the fireworks.

Taking advantage of the time when everyone left the hall together, Song Huiming also left.

His Royal Highness Jiu chased after him: "Brother, have you gone back?"

"Well, are you still playing?"

"Well, I made an appointment with Xiao Shi and the others, and we will go to set off fireworks together later."

"It's so cold, don't freeze yourself, let the eunuch and Gong'e light the fire, you stand far away, and be careful not to hurt your eyes."

"No way," His Highness Ninth Bouncing away, "You are not allowed to drink any more! Drinking too much will hurt your health!"

Song Huiming waved his hand and sent him away.The harsh winter wind outside the hall woke him up a bit, and he said to the guards of Gong'e who were following behind him: "Don't follow me, go and watch His Highness the Ninth Prince."

Say that and leave alone.

With a few "swish", several brilliant golden lights climbed to the center of the night sky, bursting into golden-red sparks several times.Immediately afterwards, countless fireworks bloomed one after another like clusters of flowers, lighting up the vast night, flashing white light, and alternating light and shadow on the ground.

When Song Huiming thought that those two most handsome actors were waiting for him, he felt refreshed physically and mentally.Passing by the wintersweet grove in the old garden of the Royal Garden, the clear Leng Xiangdeng made him stop.

At any rate, he has read a lot of poetry and books, and wrote a lot of obscene words. It is vulgar to reward gold, silver and jewelry, so it is better to give a plum to a beautiful woman, adding a bit of elegance to tonight's fun.

Thinking so, he walked into the forest and picked a few plums.

But after listening to the beautiful rockery, there was a shy cry suddenly.

That voice was exceptionally clear and pleasant, and when it flowed into the cold winter night air, it could actually ripple, making people itch.

Are the palace guards so courageous now?Or this day?

Song Huiming thought that bad people and good deeds are not kind, so he turned around and was about to leave, but he heard the woman behind the rock calling: "Your Highness..."

"Don't make a sound," the young man's voice was sticky, wet and hot, "Don't invite anyone here."

The woman immediately fell silent.

Song Huiming was overjoyed.

Yo, His Royal Highness.

After all, His Royal Highness is also fourteen, and there are concubines by his side.

"Your Highness, don't, don't be like this, cold."

The girl spoke with an accent from another country, and some words were vague.Song Huiming turned his head and came to his senses.

This is the dancer who offered wine and kisses in the palace just now.

"cold?"

Song Hui'an was drunk.

"You hold the hand stove, you wear the robe, I don't think it's cold, what do you think?"

Song Huiming just listened to his voice, reminiscing about the indulgent young man in the floating light, for some reason, he suddenly didn't want to leave.

On a wet and cold winter night, a pair of wild mandarin ducks rubbed their ears and temples together for a while, breathing low into the wind that seemed to be slowing down, sending them into the night through the dense wintersweet branches.

Song Huiming, as if in a daze, stepped lightly, approached a little closer, and listened carefully to the two of them.The girl panted and sighed, breathing slightly.I just hate that the fireworks in the sky are getting louder and louder, overshadowing the secret whispers here.The jade flower face is dyed with shame, and the willow waist is lightly swayed.The fog dissolves and the golden wind leaks, and the dew drops and peonies bloom, all of which are covered by mountains and rocks.

I don't know how long it took, Song Hui'an gasped and laughed, "Are you interested?"

This sound is like a heavy note, which plucks on the heartstrings and disturbs people's mind.Song Huiming only felt that his whole body was getting warmer, and the bright and domineering smile on the young man's face appeared in his mind at this time.

The afterglow from the fireworks in the sky shone into those black pupils full of love and lust, which was wonderful to think about.

The girl answered in a very obedient and soft voice: "I like your Highness's words."

Song Hui'an smiled and said, "Forget it, is the hand stove getting cold? You are a girl, it's not good to be cold, so come with me."

Hearing the sound, Song Huiming hurriedly hid in the plum forest.

After a rustling sound, two figures walked out from behind the rockery.

But I saw the dancing girl with disheveled blond hair, flushed cheeks, panting lowly, and wearing a velvet jacket from Song Hui'an.Song Hui'an led her and walked out with a lantern.

Unexpectedly, before taking two steps, the dancer suddenly panicked.

"Your Highness! Ghost!"

Song Hui'an hurriedly protected her: "Where?"

He followed the dancer's finger and saw a pair of golden pupils floating in the dark night.

Song Hui'an chuckled: "Meow meow."

"Meow meow."

The thing returned to him.

Song Hui'an smiled and patted the dancer on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, it's a cat raised in the palace. It doesn't hurt people." As for who the cat's owner is, he really didn't bother to mention it.

But I saw the black cat squatting on a high place jumping off the stone and heading into the woods.

Seeing the pair of golden pupils getting closer and closer, Song Huiming held his breath and concentrated, feeling bad.

Sure enough, this ignorant little bastard saw him as if he was his own father and mother, and trotted all the way to his feet, rubbed his shoes with a whisper, stretched out his paws to touch him, longing for the dried fish.

Song Hui'an was shocked, so he strode forward a few steps, raised a lamp, and met his elder brother face to face.

Song Huiming: "..."

Song Hui'an: "..."

Silence is the imperial garden tonight.

"Your Highness."

Someone called him softly: "We've arrived at the palace, you should get out of the car."

wake up.The handsome and heroic young man opened his eyes sleepily.

What caught my eye was a beautiful young man with a gorgeous and seductive appearance, even more charming than a young girl by three points.

The young man's delicate hand brushed somewhere on his left forehead accidentally, and even wiped off a thin layer of hoarfrost on his face, revealing a light brown scar.

Seeing that Song Huiming had opened his eyes, the young man hurriedly said, "Your Highness, I just smeared the ointment on your face, and I will apply it on you."

Song Huiming gave a soft "hmm".

"It's already here?"

"Yes." The young man took out a white porcelain box from the pearl box on the side, opened it, gently wiped out a little white cream with his fingertips, and evenly applied it on Song Huiming's scar to cover up the blemishes.

It was so strange that he dreamed about what happened four years ago again.

On the night of the empress dowager's [-]th birthday, in the imperial garden, Song Hui'an saw someone who shouldn't appear, and became angry from embarrassment. He couldn't help but snatch the hand stove from the dancer's hand, and threw out the stove with charcoal.The hand stove happened to hit his forehead by chance, scalding a piece of his flesh with a sizzling sound. Fortunately, it didn't hurt the eyes, but left a scar, which will disappear after several years by covering it with ointment.

This matter was disgraceful, and both he and the prince tried their best to hide it from the emperor.

He couldn't go to the emperor to complain, saying that he was beaten because he eavesdropped on his brother's carnival, could he?

However, His Highness the crown prince's wide-eyed eyes and blushing cheeks, who had always been arrogant, were like a pot of fine wine, which made people endlessly aftertaste.

He yawned, not in much interest.

"Cheng Bi, come with me to see your future residence."

The boy responded and helped him get off the carriage.

Song Huiming was twenty-two, and it had been two years since he left the palace to build a mansion, and he was titled King Jian.

At this time, more than half a year has passed since he left Beijing.

He came back here at last.

[The author has something to say: the prototype of Azhu's dance is Hu Xuanwu

"The mist dissolves the golden wind, and the dew drips and the peony blooms." "The Story of the West Chamber"]