Pour the glass

There are not too many flowers on the boat, and there are not many glamorous singers and dancers. Some are just a three-foot-long snow-colored long yarn, one end is tied to the top of the boat, and the other end is floating in the air.

At the end of the boat, a handsome man blew the jade flute with a melodious sound, which was called "Feng Qiu Huang".

A looming phoenix is ​​embroidered on the snow-colored gauze skirt. The dancer dances on the top of the boat, turning around and looking around. There is a thrilling beauty in those cold eyes.

I saw her lightly twirling her orchid finger, and a cold light flashed faintly at the tip of her finger. Suddenly, the orchid finger flicked, and the cold light flew out, bringing out the silver thread hidden in her sleeve, and slipped into it as if alive. The three-foot-long snow-colored long yarn.

"this is not……"

Three years ago, such a marvelous trick came to mind, it was Su Zhexue who won the dance embroidery of Lin'an Huakui. Just looking at each other will make people feel shocked and lost their souls like never before. There is only one thought in my heart-how can I make this Chang'e-like woman in the sky smile?Even if you lose your life right now, it's worth it!

If Su Zhexue at the beginning was as charming as Daji, then the current dancer is as charming as Baosi, who can make people smile with a smile.

Shen Yuan stood on the railing, staring blankly at the dancer, as if in a daze.

Cao Boxiao couldn't help swallowing his saliva, although he didn't express admiration, but he couldn't help comparing her with Princess Chushan a thousand times in his heart.

"It's her..." Ye Lingxi was extremely astonished, she had seen this woman before.

Ye Huan was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but praise: "This girl is rare in the world, and this dancing posture really makes people... look... look..."

Ye Lingxi didn't listen to Ye Huan's praise, she was no longer concerned about who this woman was, because she clearly saw a familiar blue figure stepping on the shore and flying onto the boat.

Her heart couldn't help but slightly sour, and Ye Lingxi let out a very low sigh.

By the willow bank, Xue Zijue took a step back, hid behind the willow tree, and signaled his followers to be careful, but someone still recognized Ziyuan's face.

"Seventh Young Master, that person...that person looks like Ninth Girl!"

Xue Zijue said in a deep voice: "Don't misunderstand! My sister is still recuperating at the Moling Ranch. This person—" Xue Zijue fixed his eyes on Ziyuan, "He is obviously a skinny boy, so he can't be my sister... "As he said, Xue Zijue frowned, shook his head and said to himself, "Isn't she driven to a dead end, how could the majestic Princess Huangling come to do such a ridiculous thing? King Qi really left too hastily this time... Princess Ling sneaked into the palace and found the Longevity Cup, so the deal with King Qi will be in vain after all."

Thinking of this, Xue Zijue took another deep look at Ziyuan, clenched his fists quietly, and said to a follower behind him, "Go and invite Prince Qi to come down here first, I will definitely ruin this person's life." Perform!"

"This……"

"go with!"

Xue Zijue sternly drank, and his entourage quickly left the river bank and ran straight to the inn.

"Who is frivolous, the white horse came from the west..."

Never thought that Ah Ling's singing voice could be so beautiful, and this little song was sung so sweetly.

In those days when the Jin Dynasty was in limbo, Ah Ling met many poor palace people who wasted their years. Those women were either outstanding in dancing, or had a good singing voice, or had a good female celebrity, just because they offended one or another of the nobles in the palace. , ended up in a lonely and lonely end.

Ah Ling has seen them dancing alone, singing in desolation, and embroidering silently, and she quietly sees those dancing postures, those singing voices, and those embroidery.

"Do you want to learn?"

"..."

"Let me teach you."

"..."

"It's too cold here, too lonely, if you learn this, maybe it will be less cold and less lonely..."

This is the last consolation of those court ladies, and also the only warmth in Ah Ling's cold memory.

Wonderful singing, good at dancing, and being able to embroider, these are Ah Ling's deepest secrets, and they are also skills she taught Su Zhexue carefully.

The silver needle and the silver thread shuttled on the snow-colored long veil, and Ah Ling danced around, just like a snow-feathered phoenix in the world of nirvana, dancing with the ups and downs of the flute, leaving herself on the snow veil in the world. The shadow of the world, leaving this lonely shadow in the hearts of all the viewers.

Today, there are too many beautiful women dancing lightly, but these women are like white birds making a pilgrimage before the arrival of the Snow Phoenix.

Everyone said that the phoenix was unparalleled in beauty, but at this moment, the snow phoenix was not intoxicated by the envy of the Lin'an people on both sides of the strait, but the distress and amazement in the eyes of that stinky girl on the boat.

Ah Ling remembered that the smelly girl said that she looked good when she smiled.

Ah Ling also remembered that the smelly girl wanted her to smile more.

She quietly moved this thought, hoping that the stinky girl can remember her today.

Because, up to now, she has lost everything.

She tried to use her own life to force Ayejie to release Su Zhexue back, but there is still no news of Su Zhexue.She knew from the movements of King Shu and King Qi that her father's time was running out, if she didn't take any action, all resistance and struggle would be in vain.

Therefore, coming here today is for a desperate counterattack.

As long as she can be the crowning glory of Lin'an Qunfang, as long as Emperor Yunhui invites her into the palace without knowing the truth, as long as she can get close to Emperor Yunhui, she will have a chance to find out the whereabouts of the Longevity Cup.

Although she knew very well that Ayejie's obstruction must be inevitable on the way to Dayun Imperial City from here, but she knew that this was her only chance to fight back.

The sky is bright and clear, Ayejie wants to do something on the road, but he still has to weigh the consequences of causing trouble in Lin'an.

"Don't stop me..." Quietly, Ah Ling turned around to look at Ziyuan, and smiled with a low nod, the smile between her brows was warm and charming like never before.

Ziyuan's heart felt warm, but for some reason, there was a sense of desolation for no reason in the warmth.

"Sister doesn't know life or death, I don't want you to be in danger..." Ziyuan shook her head firmly, then suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed A Ling's arm tightly, and abruptly stopped A Ling's dancing posture.

Xue Zijue was still thinking about how to ruin her performance, but he didn't expect Ziyuan to help him, so he simply continued to shrink behind the willow tree, watching all the changes.

"You...let go!" Ah Ling struggled to let Ziyuan let go, but the more she struggled, Ziyuan pulled tighter, and it was already a little painful.

"You shouldn't have come here, follow me!" Ziyuan shouted coldly, and was about to drag A Ling away.

"My lord? You are..."

"My lord, what are you doing? This dance is going well, but you suddenly interrupted, what do you mean?"

"Isn't it? Let go quickly, let the beauty continue to dance!"

"Qi Duwei, don't mess around!"

"It's that brat again! Where there are beauties, there is this troublemaker!"

Both sides of the moat suddenly boiled, and every disappointed spectator pointed their anger at Zi Yuan at this moment.

Ziyuan took a deep breath, looked around the crowd with sharp eyes, not afraid of the anger of these people at all, just heard her loudly say: "You can choose anyone as the oiran, but she can't!"

"Why? My lord, what are you doing?"

A-Ling stared at Ziyuan, and said coldly: "You don't need to care about my business, nor do you care about it!"

Ziyuan turned her head and shouted angrily: "I'll take care of it, what can you do to me?"

"You...don't be bad..."

"I can't tolerate your nonsense! Come with me!"

Ziyuan was really furious this time. If Ah Ling was chosen as the oiran, she would have to go to the palace to meet Emperor Yunhui. As long as Ziyuan thought of this, she would know the possibility that Emperor Yunhui would leave Ah Ling to sleep with her tonight. A full ten percent.

No matter how incompetent she is, she can't let Ah Ling take this step.

If my sister was still by my side, she would definitely not let Ah Ling take this step to sacrifice herself!

A Ling was also extremely angry, she suddenly pulled the silver needle lightly, the silver needle flew back with the silver thread, pierced into the back of Ziyuan's hand hard, trying to force Ziyuan to let go.

Zi Yuan only felt a stabbing pain in the back of her hand, she gritted her teeth to resist the urge to let go, instead she slammed her hand and brought the angry Ah Ling into her arms.

"You..." A Ling was startled when Zi Yuan's fingers came to her waist. After all, the gauze was extremely thin, and the warmth from Zi Yuan's fingertips penetrated into her skin. His cheeks burned hotly.

Ziyuan noticed that Ah Ling's struggling strength suddenly became three points weaker, and immediately clasped Ah Ling's waist, stepped on the top of the painting boat with her toes, flew up with Ah Ling, and fell towards the river bank.

"What are you messing around with?" Ah Ling just said this, but saw Ziyuan blinking in front of her eyes.

She smiled wickedly, and suddenly whispered in her ear: "My sister is not here, so I will take care of you. If I don't allow you to mess around, you can't mess around, my lord."

"..."

Ah Ling's cheeks were hot, and her heart was beating violently, as if everything had stopped at this moment.

It is clear that she is the master, why do you want her to be obedient?

"My lord, is this not good for you?" The subordinate of the imperial guard camp who rushed over quickly stabilized the situation, and stepped forward to persuade him, "It doesn't make sense for this kidnapper to leave in the clear sky."

"Captive?" Ziyuan smiled and pointed to herself, "I just met an old friend and wanted to find a place alone to catch up with the old man, so what is captive?"

"My lord, don't mess around!"

"Yes, my lord, you are so rude..."

The two subordinates repeatedly persuaded that the dignified captain should not be allowed to act like this.

"Look—who is that?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd spoke excitedly.

The willow silk is swaying, the long river is long, and under the bright daylight, a small boat comes lightly——

The familiar singing voice suddenly sounded, and Ziyuan couldn't help but turn red eyes instantly. The moment she looked at Xiaozhou, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she couldn't help laughing.