Everyone except me knows that I'm a broken sleeve

At the end of the Xu Dynasty, the originally bustling crowd in Qiwan Alley suddenly became commotion. They all raised their necks and looked in the direction of the first floor of the world. look below.

"Ding--"

The crisp silver bell sounded suddenly, piercing the noisy street cleanly and thoroughly, lingering clearly in everyone's ears, and lingering for a long time.

"Ding--"

Another silver bell sounded, followed by the faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, like a good wine that had been hidden for a long time and was sealed by someone. for a while.

Following the two silver bells, the noisy crowd slowly quieted down, with curiosity and secret excitement on their faces.

"Ding--"

The third silver bell rang, and with the disappearance of the silver bell, the tightly closed door of the First Floor under Heaven was suddenly opened, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers became more intense.Under everyone's attention, a group of people wearing white and generous sacrificial attire slowly came out.

The sacrificial robes were thick and plain white, and the sleeves hung straight to the ground, but the fine silver dark patterns embroidered on silk could be vaguely seen.The visitors lined up neatly in twos, each holding a bunch of slender and simple osmanthus flowers in their hands, wearing a white faceless mask, on which only the deep red slender inverted triangles were drawn under the double eyelids, and the rest were plain. white.

Their long hair fell smoothly, and some golden laurel was dotted in the hair.The movements are slow and elegant, like a fairy descending from the sky.

Everyone's eyes widened, surprised and amazed.

As these people moved forward, the crowd slowly gave way.Another crisp silver bell was heard, and four tall white horses slowly came out pulling an extremely elegant carriage.

The horse wears a silver mask, and the mane on the back of the neck hangs smoothly to one side, like a slender galaxy hanging down.There are silver-gray saddles on their backs, and plain white tassels collide with glazed gemstones, making jingling sounds.

The horse-drawn chariot is made of thick golden nanmu, and it is pasted with white crystal stones.The chariot is empty on all sides, the head is covered with square treasures, and there are special colored luminous orbs on it. Several white gauze curtains fall from all directions, and a person wearing light golden sacrificial attire can be vaguely seen sitting in the chariot upright.

This person was wearing a light golden mask, the style was no different from those just now, except that there was a touch of dark golden osmanthus pattern on his forehead.The long black hair was half up and half in a bun, and a jade crown was embellished with extremely complicated and gorgeous decorations, and the rest fell smoothly like a waterfall, scattered behind the man.

Because of the layer upon layer of curtains, the people outside couldn't see it clearly, but they were all excitedly talking in secret, wishing they could fly into this treasure car and take off that person's mask, to take a look at the world What does a beauty look like.

Behind the carriage was an extremely lengthy and cumbersome line of people carrying lamps, holding high sacrificial poles, and ringing huge bells. The line was long, but invariably solemn and quiet.

Someone asked in a low voice: "I remember they said that tonight's dance is a surprise dance, why do you look so serious?"

"Yeah, I thought this Yunyue girl would be wearing a red gauze dress, showing her slender neck and ankles, standing in the incense car and dancing around."

"Do you have any culture at all!" Someone scolded in a low voice, "Jinghong Dance is said to be a dance, but it was used to sacrifice ancestors in ancient systems. That’s why it got its name.”

"Nowadays, the Jinghong Dance that has been passed down in the world has changed a lot in terms of movements, and has become something to add to the fun at singing and wine banquets. I didn't expect to see such a grand and simple Jinghong Dance here today. I really have no regrets in this life. gone."

Some people were dissatisfied in a low voice: "Since it is a dance to communicate with the gods, how decent is it to ask a group of prostitutes to dance!"

As soon as these words came out, there were immediately unkind looks from all around.

The man was shocked by these gazes, and he was even more dissatisfied, and immediately yelled loudly into the car: "Get off the stage! You are not worthy of such a serious dance!! This is a blasphemy against the gods and ancestors!! !"

People are used to echoing what others say. Seeing someone express dissatisfaction, there are also people in twos and threes from other places who start to echo.

"That's right! You are not worthy!!"

"Get off! Get off!!"

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, how could your filthy body be in the eyes of the gods?!"

The other people who didn't know the truth didn't know what happened. Seeing the angry expressions of these people, they followed suit.

Like a snowball, the voice of protest became louder and louder, and some even threw out the unfinished mooncakes in their hands.

"Ding--"

A crisp silver bell sounded through the air, with an almost quaint thoroughness and clarity, directly covering up all protests and dissatisfaction.

The person who was sitting in the treasure car stood up slowly, holding a golden bell in his white and slender hand, with a slight movement of his wrist, the bell made another crisp ringing.

Everyone was stunned.

The man bowed his head silently, the gorgeous and exquisite decorations on his head collided with each other with fragmentary voices, even though he was wearing a very generous sacrificial robe, one could still see the person's good temperament and graceful figure.

Suddenly, the muffled sound of drums came from the long line behind. The sound was thick and uniform, covering up all the hustle and bustle.

Accompanied by drums as dense as raindrops, the people in the treasure car moved.

What kind of dance was that?

Even decades later, some old men looked at the bright moon in the sky and sighed countless times, saying that they had witnessed the appearance of a god.

The cold moonlight seemed to be a little stronger, with holy falling feathers and gentleness, and the people in the treasure car responded to the plain white moonlight, to the bursts of drums and crisp silver bells, and danced lightly .

His dance has a solemn and extremely holy taste, just like the real moon god descending, intuitively and powerfully shut everyone up.

On the tall building in the distance, Mr. Xueyi drank the tea in his hand calmly, but his gaze fell motionlessly on the dancing figure downstairs, his eyes were full of tenderness, and his heart was full of joy.

There is also a slight chill and possessiveness concealed by this graceful demeanor and gentleness.

With his permission, Ru Lan had already gone shopping with the money, but Xiao Yunchi stayed in their yard because he was unwell for some reason.

Looking at the bustling crowd downstairs, Yu Xueyuan gently put down the teacup in his hand.

"despair--"

The teacup was clearly put on gently, but in the silent room there was an extremely clear and loud sound, which made people in the dark feel chills.

Ying Er quickly appeared, knelt down and lowered his head, "Master?"

"You said..." Yu Xueyuan propped his chin, his posture was elegant and gentle, but his gaze never left the person in the carriage, "Why is he so likable?"

His young man will always give him too many surprises suddenly.

Ying Er dared not speak.

Yu Xueyuan's voice sounded again, as if he was talking to Ying Er, but it was more like talking to himself: "I like him so much, it makes me want to hide him."

The cup of tea placed on the table suddenly shattered, and the hot tea spread along the cracks, like crawling snakes, baring their teeth and claws, slowly and unquestionably imprisoning the prey within their own hunting range. Tell others to spy on the slightest bit.

Startled, Ying Er suddenly raised his head, staring at his master with wide eyes.

Guangfeng Jiyue's people are used to gentleness, he found the person he had been thinking about for a long time, and he didn't dare to touch him, for fear that even a single word of love would tarnish the baby on the tip of his heart.

However, no matter how gentle a person is, he still has desires in his heart.It is the desire to monopolize, destroy and lust.want.Under his gentle and elegant appearance, what is firmly hidden is the countless darkness and desires that make people feel trembling if they pry into it.

He didn't dare to reveal the slightest bit, for fear that he would alarm the person on top of his heart.

So that person flaunted his own flamboyance in his calm line of sight, so open-minded and willful, like a little sun, attracting everyone's attention every minute of every second.

His wantonness made people intoxicated and fascinated, so everyone looked at him with lust.

It is the desire that Yu Xueyuan wants to destroy, annihilate, shatter, and dislike.

Ying Er lowered his head again, feeling apprehensive in his heart, spying for himself the darkness and desire hidden deep in his master.see.

The bustling crowd fixed their eyes on the people in the treasure car, and followed the moving team of chariots and horses without stopping. They were amazed, admired, appreciated and fascinated.

No one seemed to notice that the person in the car was not the number one beauty they were thinking of, Miss Yunyue.

On the eaves in the distance, the upper body is naked.The naked man took a sip of sake. He was casually wearing a robe and a bandage was tied around his waist. At this time, dark red blood slowly seeped out.But he didn't care about it at all, he just stared at the crowd and the chariots and horses in the distance.

To be more precise, it was the boy in the golden suit in the car.

The cat in his arms was snoring lazily, sleeping soundly.

Sitting under the moon, Luo Yinchuan took another sip of wine casually and lazily.The black gauze between his eyebrows was taken off at some point, revealing a pair of clear and sharp eyebrows. His eyes should be cold, but once he took off the gauze, his temperament changed from cynical to yuppie It has become ice that can only be seen from a distance.

He touched the sleeping cat in his arms, snorted lightly, and cursed with a smile: "Little bastard, can't you keep a low profile?"

"So many people looking at you makes me feel bitter."

The wind is cold and the jackdaws are crossing, and the moonlight is clear and cold.Luo Yinchuan raised his hand, his eyes shifted to the moonlight shining on the palm of his hand, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his palms were suddenly clenched, as if he wanted to catch the illusory moonlight.