Wang San and Xia Tianchuan

Dong Yuan was no longer the Dong Yuan that Wang San saw every night.Now at night, emerald pearls are lit everywhere, and candlelight is floating in the air, reflecting the silk gauze clothes, and it looks like a fairy in the distance.

Wang San was taken by Fucai, and traveled more and more to the sky, passing among the singing and dancing fairies.Wearing good clothes, Wang Sanyue's legs trembled more and more when he walked, fearing that if he walked too high, he would accidentally fall and die.

The more frightened I was, the more vain my steps were, and the more dizzy my head became.Just when Wang San felt that his eyes were about to go dark, he heard Fu Cai say, "Here we are."

Wang San gathered all his strength to look carefully, and found that the third young master was sitting on the ebony chair and looking at him strangely.Wang San hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, and reported his name.The third young master thought about it before he remembered such a thing, so he just let him wait.

Wang San hurriedly stood behind the third young master, lowered his head, and quietly looked around with his eyes.

The third young master is happy, this place is near the front, but it is not the most lively place, other young masters, ladies and masters are all in front of the main stage, Wang San heaves a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the gongs, drums and string music sounded. Wang San suddenly raised his head, and a large number of immortals rushed onto the stage.One of them has white, tender and round skin, and is smiling towards the audience with delicate eyebrows and eyes.Wang San's heart skipped a beat, there was a figure in this group of people that he could recognize even when it turned into ashes!

Wang San's gaze rushed over greedily, grabbed it, and moved with the figure.

"Wang San." A faint voice sounded: "Wang San."

Wang San suddenly came back to his senses, his heart stopped suddenly, he knelt heavily and kowtowed heavily: "Forgive me, third young master, I was fascinated just now."

Laughter rang out over his head, and then he heard the third young master say: "You have a good eye, which one do you think is better? I will reward him for you."

Wang San didn't care to think about it at this time, he was sweating profusely again, he could only tell the truth now, he said: "I think the one with the cloud pattern on the clothes is better."

There was a moment of silence at the top of the head, Wang San was thinking about what he said wrong, the third young master spoke again: "He is the only one who hasn't turned around yet, I think he is the best, you get up."

After Wang San got up, he lost all thought of looking at it, and he never dared to look at the cloud pattern, for fear that he would lose his mind again, and it would be a death penalty to miss the Third Young Master's questioning.

There was a lot of singing and dancing on the stage, but Wang San couldn't feel the singing, he was thinking about it, but he didn't dare to watch it, and felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching his heart.Until the stage was closed, the third young master didn't ask another word, Wang San was so regretful.

What are you afraid of?There will be no chance to see you again.It is better to take another look at the fairy eyes after living an ordinary life!

Thinking of this, he raised his head to look for that figure again, but saw that the person had already turned around, and there was only that person left on the stage.Wang San saw it so much that he couldn't speak or describe it. This person could only hold it in his heart, and ordinary eyes couldn't see it.

Wang San opened his mouth after looking at it, and sighed involuntarily.

Only to hear the third young master chuckle again: "Are you dumbfounded?"

The displeasure in these words is a fool who can tell. Wang San thought it was over this time. Before he had time to kneel, Fucai came up and knelt down: "Third young master, this slave is from the backyard. He has no experience. Take this to the young master, and use the punishment in the inner court to appease the third young master."

While Fu Cai was talking, two guards set up Wang San.Wang San was grateful to Fucai from the bottom of his heart.

Flesh pain is better than death.

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