Biganchun

The lamps and candles in the flower hall are bright, just like daytime, but it is silent and silent, and the sound of breathing is not heard.

Even if the court is full of youthful flowers, thousands of reds are chatting, dancing all over the city, they will already occupy all the beauty in the world.

This dance is like the fantasy and dream in the depths of the blue clouds disappearing, and the beautiful time is in full bloom, and there is nothing hidden in the ethereal beauty.

Yun Wuxin came out of Xiu.The dream is intentional but hard to return.In the most beautiful dream, there will be a moment of waking up after all.

The sound of the flute has gradually slowed down.The dance is coming to an end.

With long sleeves unrolled, Qingcheng took a jade bottle from a dancer.The whole body of the jade bottle is shiny and moist, revealing the light of clear and shallow water. There are several tender willow branches inserted in it, green leaves sprouting, and dewdrops glisten.I only heard the sound of the flute, and the six dancers sang along with the sound:

"With dew and smoke hanging everywhere, roots and leaves want to shelter people. Fangchen is beautiful and beautiful, and it's early to climb up. Don't teach to waste a moment of spring."

Choose a good man and return.The meaning in this song is exactly what the women in the brothel dream of.

Zhan Zhao's heart moved: "Could it be that this is to choose the guest of honor every night?..."

During the singing, Qingcheng holds the jade vase in his hand, like a flower falling in the wind, floats lightly across the flower hall, and stops in front of the first table on the left.The guest was a young gentleman in a brocade robe and jade belt. Seeing that Qingcheng stopped in front of his case, he was overjoyed and immediately stood up.Unexpectedly, Qingcheng just bowed his head and saluted him lightly, then walked in front of Zhan Zhao.

The willow branches swayed lightly, slightly covering Qingcheng's face.She looked down, the people in front of her eyes were clear-eyed, and her calm expression was the same as when they met a few days ago.She frowned slightly, turned her eyes sideways, and stopped in front of Zhan Zhao, speechless for a while.

When Zhan Zhaochu came to Tianxiang Tower, he only wanted to find out about the King of Xiangyang, but he never expected to meet this mysterious girl here again.At this moment, she was so close at hand, standing hesitantly, making it impossible for him to avoid her, but for some reason, she was distracted out of thin air.He unconsciously pulled the smile away from his lips, and there was a hint of inexplicable expectation secretly in his heart.

For a moment, all eyes in the hall were focused on the two of them.Everyone thought in their hearts, it seems that this person must be selected tonight.

But it was only for a moment, Qingcheng turned his gaze, his crescent eyebrows turned slightly, and Xiang Zhanzhao smiled faintly.

Zhan Zhao met her twice, and saw that she was always cold and indifferent. Although she had a peerless appearance, she refused to show any more color.At this moment, she showed her smile for the first time, although she was still indifferent, it was as refreshing as a spring overflowing.He was vigilant for a while, and quickly collected his mind, but saw Qingcheng saluted him with a smile on his lips, but he had already walked to the next seat.

Under the bright candlelight, he watched her walk away from him step by step like this.Seeing her fluttering skirts and swaying silk sash, Zhan Zhao suddenly had an unspeakable feeling in his heart.

Qingcheng saluted one by one, walked through half of the flower hall, and came to the table in the middle.

King Xiangyang's gaze has been watching her quietly, never missing her every move.

Qingcheng stood quietly for a long while, lightly holding the jade bottle in his hand, and shrugged: "Tonight is just on the eve of Qingming, I wonder if the prince can condescend to protect Qingcheng from evil spirits?"

Folding willows in the Qingming Festival is an ancient practice in Chu, which is used to drive away ghosts and avoid evil spirits.But at this time and this place, Qingcheng's self-invitation obviously has another meaning.

Zhao Jue's gaze shifted, but his expression did not move: "The willows are folded in Zhangtai, and the flowers are facing each other under the moon. This move of Qingcheng is intended to invite me to talk about it in Tianxiang Pavilion?"

Qingcheng shook her head lightly, and said: "How noble is the status of the prince? In the humble place of Tianxiang Pavilion, Qingcheng always has self-knowledge."

Zhao Jue shook his head slowly: "It's a pity that you only have self-knowledge, but you don't understand this king's heart. This king has been here every night for more than a month, but it is always King Xiang's intentions, and the goddess is ruthless... Could it be that you feel that this king is not in love with you?" match?……"

Qingcheng said quietly: "My lord was just joking. Qingcheng is just like a willow, which falls in autumn; my lord is like a pine and cypress, luxuriant with frost."

Zhao Jue wondered, "Then why do you deliberately ignore this king?"

Qingcheng smiled faintly: "A hundred feet of gossamer scrambles around the tree, and a group of delicate birds sing together. There are already many people who climb dragons and phoenixes in the world, so why does the prince have to add another Qingcheng?"

Zhao Jue smiled and said, "Although there are many people in this world who want to cling to me, this king may only want this one..."

Qingcheng said: "Then I'm afraid the prince will be disappointed."

Zhao Jue shook his head and said, "Since you have no intention of being interested in this king, why do you need this king to break willows for you at this moment?"

Qingcheng lowered his head and said slowly: "The wild smoke and vines are called by my ancestors, and I will return to the willows in Qingming. Qingcheng has been alone since childhood, and I don't even know where the bones of my ancestors are buried. It is impossible to get the protection of the ancestors. Tonight, the gates of the underworld will open, and all the ghosts will come out. Qingcheng has been cowardly since childhood. If the prince can help Qingcheng break the willows, and rely on the blessing of the prince, maybe he can spend the night in peace."

Zhan Zhao saw that her expression was delicate and pitiful when she spoke, it was totally different from the appearance when she fought fiercely with him last night.For a moment, he secretly said in his heart: "Women like you can be found anywhere in the world, I'm afraid there are not many of them. Showing weakness at this moment must have other plans."

Zhao Jue was silent for a long while, and said: "I just heard your companions sing, Fang Chen is beautiful and beautiful, don't waste a moment of spring. Smart as you, why don't you find support early and don't drift away?"

Qingcheng said: "My lord is knowledgeable, so I naturally know that 200 years ago, a woman from a brothel wrote a poem "Reminiscing Jiangnan" with the theme of breaking willows. Although she is not as talented as this senior, she is still very talented. I don’t want to live up to the warning meaning in her words.”

Zhao Jue said: "What you are talking about is the allusion of the willows on the lake near the Qu River?"

Qingcheng said: "That's right. One person comes and another person climbs, and loves for a while. Whether it's prosperous or desolate, Qingcheng just avoids it."

While speaking, she bowed her head sadly, with a lonely expression.

Zhao Jue groaned for a while, got up and left the table, walked to Qingcheng, his eyes lingered on her for a long time, finally heaved a long sigh, reached out and broke off a willow branch in her vase.

He clasped the branches with his hands, bent the wicker into a circular arc, and said slowly: "Okay, I will allow you to rely on me for the rest of my life. Qingcheng, what do you think?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was taken aback.The old palace guard next to Zhao Jue coughed dryly, but Zhao Jue ignored it.

Qingcheng raised her head abruptly, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness, are you joking?"

Zhao Jue smiled and said, "This king has always followed his word."

Qingcheng shook her head and said: "If the prince is only on a whim, there is no need to spend so much trouble. Qingcheng's fate is poor, and he cannot bear another accident."

Zhao Jue said in a deep voice: "This king, even if he acts on the spur of the moment, he always thinks it through carefully. There is nothing wrong with it, how can there be a change?... However, this king also has one condition."

Qingcheng raised her head and said, "Please teach me, my lord."

Zhao Jue turned his back to Qingcheng, and said word by word: "I want you to be sincere to me only from now on. Luo Ru Baodai will be released for you, and Yan Ge and Zhao Wu will be opened for you. Qingcheng, have you thought about it clearly? "

Zhan Zhao's heart was shocked, and he thought to himself: "Hearing that King Xiangyang's words are so earnest, could it be that he actually fell in love with Qingcheng?"

He stared at Qingcheng, for some reason, he hoped that the word "no" came out of her lips.

After what seemed like a long time, Qingcheng nodded slowly.She looked like she was floating past where Zhan Zhao was sitting, but finally returned to Zhao Jue's face.

Finally, she prostrated herself in front of Zhao Jue like a lone cloud.

"Qingcheng obeys orders. Everything is arranged by the prince."

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