East China Sea dust

In the compartment, the Shangqing Dan was quietly burning in the snow-white incense burner.The light fragrance of the elixir gradually permeated, filling the space that was not too narrow.

Unlike ordinary horse-drawn carriages, the entire carriage moved forward at high speed, but there was no jolt in the carriage.If there were other people present at this time, they would be able to see the rolling wheels being engulfed in bursts of clouds and mist, soaring into the sky.

The carriage is one zhang square, and the tiger skin cushion is tightly covered underneath. On the cushion, there is a sunken wooden coffee table, which is about half a person high, and behind it is the car seat for people to sit on.

Ao Zhan was sitting on it, dressed in black narrow-sleeved tights.The dark patterns on the robe flowed with brilliance, the cuffs were embroidered with pine and crane patterns with silver and white silk thread, a piece of crystal clear white jade was worn around the waist, and the tassels hung beside the hem.

The carriage was extremely quiet, except for the occasional crackling sounds of Shangqing Dan being burned by Wugenhuo.

Zhang Qinglan knelt on the tiger-skin blanket, and heard the sound of the incense burner in his ears, but his chin was pinched, and he raised his eyes half-forced, and looked at the heavy-faced man in front of him.

The half-kneeling beauty was wearing a tulle and gold silk embroidered dress that was just taken out of the warehouse yesterday, her already delicate and delicate face was covered with powder, and her cheeks were slightly blush.

Her long hair was tied into a simple bun, exposing a section of her white neck underneath.She was dressed in red, the skirt was painted with gold and silver embroidery, and a little makeup was applied, the corners of her lips were bright red, and a lotus flower was dotted between her eyebrows.Gold earrings inlaid with jade are clipped on the small and round earlobes on both sides, which are shaking slightly with the owner's movements.

The beauty was leaning against Ao Zhan's legs, soft as if she was boneless, with her hands resting on the man's knees, her neck raised, her phoenix eyes slightly drooping, her thin red lips pursed lightly, her style was boundless.

The thick and slender eyelashes are like crow feathers, trembling slightly with the movement of the eyes, casting a small shadow on the eyelids.

The man was condescending, and the thumb of his left hand inadvertently rubbed against the other's plump and bright red lower lip, leaving a light and thin mark at the corner of the mouth.Holding the eyebrow pencil in his right hand, with Qingdai eyebrow powder on it, he is carefully tracing the end of the eyebrows of the person in front of him.

Ao Zhan's palm was icy cold, and the cold air penetrated along the skin where the two touched, making Zhang Qinglan's breathing stagnant.

The thrush's movements are meticulous, and the man's hand holding the pen is extremely steady, as if sketching a picture on a scroll, tracing every detail in a delicate and subtle way.

The man kept moving his hands, hooked the young man's chin, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me, what did you do behind my back?"

Zhang Qinglan was stunned when she heard the words, and subconsciously wanted to protect the love stone hidden in her sleeve, but stopped abruptly after a while... After thinking for a while, she realized that it should be the same invitation related things.

Thinking of this, the young man quietly relaxed a little.

The reason why he had such a transgressive reaction last night was because he saw the crabapple flower printed in the corner of the invitation card.

The style of the Begonia flower print is simple, it seems to be sketched with a few rough strokes, the edges are rough, and the pattern is even more chaotic and entangled, which is very simple.

But only Zhang Qinglan knew that he had seen this crabapple flower print on the door panel of a dilapidated house a few days ago.Every stroke is exactly the same.

The reason why I followed the compass all the way to this dilapidated house was because of those slightly strange crabapple fruits.

But on the same night, Zhang Qinglan discovered that those strange fruits really had nothing to do with Ao Zhan—it had nothing to do with Ao Zhan, so there was no need to entangle them any longer.

Until yesterday, when Zhang Qinglan saw the letter, the pattern on it reappeared in front of her eyes, and it had been handled by Ao Zhan again... Something was wrong, so she was anxious to find out what happened.

Zhang Qinglan shook her head and said truthfully, "No."

In return, Ao Zhan sneered.

The man let go of his hand and casually threw the eyebrow pencil aside.Immediately, she leaned over, hugged the man by the waist and hugged him in her arms, stared down at the bright red on the corner of the young man's lips, and said nothing.

The world was spinning in front of him, and when Zhang Qinglan realized it, she subconsciously stretched out her hand and put it on the man's shoulder.

The woman's dress was rather cumbersome and complicated, her hands and feet were bound, and the golden step rocker on her temples was shaking because of the movement, and the jade and white jade collided with each other, making a clear and clear jingle.

With such a warm and soft jade in his arms, Ao Zhan's expression remained indifferent.The right hand stroked along the gap of the skirt, along the calf of the beauty in his arms, kneading the delicate and smooth skin, and condemned the young man:

"lie."

Ao Zhan's body temperature was not like that of ordinary people, and his cold fingertips slid across Zhang Qinglan's legs, causing a shiver.

Zhang Qinglan's eyes were instantly covered with water mist, and she bit her lower lip sensitively, but was stimulated by the calluses on the man's fingertips and moaned: "Hmm."

"I..." The wave-like stimulation did not stop, Zhang Qinglan let go, and grabbed Ao Zhan's clothes: "I...not..." Sobbing for a long time, but did not say a complete sentence.

When he was finally let go, the young man knelt down on the carpet uncontrollably, the corners of his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of water.

Ao Zhan sat in the middle of the car seat in a leisurely manner, raised his hand to straighten his crumpled clothes, then stretched out his hand, brushed the end of the other's eye with his fingertips, and brought down a teardrop.

"Okay," Ao Zhan frowned thinking of the same gray fog on the letter as before: "If you can't make it up, don't make excuses."

Then he raised his hand to feed someone a porcelain cup of tea, staring at Zhang Qinglan to lick off the water stains from the corner of his mouth, the always moody Lord Dragon King calmed down temporarily.

The spells that can speed up the carriage are limited, so it will take some time to reach the destination.

Losing interest in teasing the little pet, Ao Zhan casually took out half a volume of fragments of slips from the wooden box built in the carriage, and read them casually.

Compared to Ao Zhan's lack of interest, Zhang Qinglan was more relaxed.

Half propped up on the coffee table, while Ao Zhan was reading, he found a palm-sized mirror from somewhere, and stared at the unfamiliar yet familiar face inside with quite a novelty.

These dresses that only women would do were actually ordered by Ao Zhan in the early morning to put on, and he even found a few maids to serve him to tie his hair and make up for him.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea has always been one-sided. He promised to bring young people to the banquet, but the condition was to pretend to be a woman and set off together.

While putting rouge and lipstick on Zhang Qinglan's face, the maid shivered as she stared at the Dragon King's murderous eyes.After pinning the last hairpin between the buns, the next few people ran away without a trace.

After dressing up, Zhang Qinglan was brought into the carriage by Ao Zhan... So until now, it was the first time he saw himself dressed as a woman in the mirror.

The mirror was round and narrow, and could only reflect half a face at a time.The lotus print between the eyebrows is shining, and the pearl earrings beside the ears are even more luxurious.

Zhang Qinglan blinked, and the reflection in the mirror blinked too. With the make-up decoration, there was a coquettish air between the original bland and cold eyebrows.

Staring straight at her blushing cheeks in the mirror, Zhang Qinglan's eyes were dim.

Immediately, she reached out her hand, wiped the paint on her lips indiscriminately, and gently rubbed it between the hem of the skirt, pretending that nothing happened, calm and composed.

He even picked up the teacup and poured himself another cup of tea.

Ao Zhan frowned: "..."

***

On the border of Ye City, a brand new round tower was built along the sea.

The tower is extremely spacious, and the sixteen wooden piles used as pillars are arranged one after another, half of which fall on the land, and the other half are soaked by the high tide of sea water.The whole wooden building is divided into inner and outer floors, the outer ring is tall and handsome, while the inner ring is low and flat.

The structure of the tower is exquisite, and the escalator used to go upstairs is built on the outermost periphery, spiraling upwards, winding and turning along the way.

When the lanterns first come on, the beams are covered with flowers, and the tung oil lamps at the eaves are used as lighting. The candles in the middle are faint, which can illuminate the road without being dazzling.

The conspicuous plaque originally used as a signboard of the shop seemed to be hidden by the owner of the building, and it was impossible to see the slightest trace from the outside of the tower for a while.Only the leisurely faint music swayed from the center of the tower, attracting the attention of passers-by on the street.

Six maidservants dressed in similar clothes stood respectfully in a row, before the stairs of the circular tower, received the invitations from the guests with low eyebrows, and guided them upstairs to a certain place. Specific seats—

Zhang Qinglan opened the curtain and just got off the carriage, what he saw was this scene.

I saw that the young man stretched out a hand from behind, grabbed Zhang Qinglan's wrist, and with a little force, he pulled him into his arms, cutting off the other's sneaky thoughts.

The two stopped in front of the tower, both tall and tall.

Needless to say, Ao Zhan's dignified aura made him the focus of everyone no matter where he was. He was dressed in black jade-like narrow-sleeved clothes, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was not angry.

The "woman" next to him was embraced by his side, with willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and she was dressed in a red dress, which was extremely glamorous.

The invitation was taken from the servants of Ao's family by the servant who was waiting outside, and replaced with a bunch of fresh and moist hydrangeas, which was handed to Zhang Qinglan.There is also a hollow gold hairpin in the center of the bouquet. Each guest has a different style of gold hairpin, and different flower names are engraved on the body of the hairpin.

Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyes slightly, and carefully identified the small seal script on the golden hairpin, only to find that the handwriting was familiar, obviously made by the same person as the invitation... Especially at the end of the golden hairpin, a rough crabapple flower was engraved on it impressively.

The young man's pupils shrank slightly, and the moment he saw the crabapple flower print, the two hands holding the hydrangea bouquet subconsciously tightened.

I saw Ao Zhan standing beside Zhang Qinglan with a cold face, took the bouquet of unknown origin from the opponent's hand, then pinched the golden hairpin, half-closed his eyes, and looked up and down at this thing that was no bigger than a palm , looking unclear.

Not long after, the two distinguished guests were respectfully led to the upper seat by the servant.

Only when we actually got inside the building did we see all the ingenuity of the tower.

Different from ordinary double-storey buildings, Baihualou provides guests with only the outermost circular high platform, and the edge of the high platform is also surrounded by circular railings, and the railings are covered with overflowing flower ribbons. Surrounded by it, it is about half the height of a person, but it does not block the sight of the guests.

The Eight Immortals tables are arranged in sequence on the circular high platform, and the mahogany armchairs are neatly placed on both sides of the table, ranging from two to as many as four, taking an even number and a full lottery.

Most of the guests at the banquet are wealthy businessmen and dignitaries, but the outer layer is closed, and each table can be regarded as the leader. In this way, the entanglement of class level is less, it can be said to be well-conceived, and everyone is happy.

The inner circle of the tower is completely elevated, and the depression is filled with sparkling sea water that is drained from the outside.

A red drum stands in the middle of the sea, and on the surface of the red drum is the same crabapple flower print as on the invitation card and the golden hairpin.A slender copper pole stands on top of the red drum, and the height of the copper pole is equal to the hatchback of the guests' seats.

On the upturned eaves corners are hung tung oil green lamps, and the orange candle flames dance, reflecting star patterns on the original blue and deep sea.

Ao Zhan was sitting in the honored seat, with a celadon teapot on the table on his right hand.

Looking around, he found that the whole wooden building was clean, without any trace of gray mist similar to that on the invitation sticker.

Zhang Qinglan followed the man obediently all the way, and stood beside the Eight Immortals table. She wanted to pull the railing to look down, but when she was eager to try, Ao Zhan gave her a warning glance.

The man stretched out his hand without changing his expression, and grabbed the young man's wrist hanging by his side.

Feeling the dull pain from the wrist bone, Zhang Qinglan retracted the tiptoe that was about to stick out.After a moment of shame, the whole person was pulled by a sudden force, and fell directly into Ao Zhan's arms.

Ao Zhan stretched out his hand, stroked the soft long hair scattered on the back of the man in his arms a few times, caught the envious eyes from the nearby guests with his spiritual sense, and let out a soft hum with satisfaction.

However, when his spiritual knowledge spread out, he discovered something unusual by accident.

There are no more than a dozen or so households in Ye City who are famous and respectable, and Ao Zhan must deal with them on a daily basis, so he naturally knows one of them.

However, this "Lord of Hundred Flowers" has just arrived, and he has brought together those powerful households, and now he is sitting in groups of two or three, chatting and laughing happily at other tables.

Although there are many common people among the guests, they can only be regarded as two or three kittens, not a big deal.Cringing in the corner, unable to get on the table.

Zhang Qinglan sat on the man's lap feeling bored, fingertips fiddled with the caged flowers made of gold thread on her skirt, seemingly ignorant of everything.

Ao Zhan withdrew his gaze, stared at the profile of the person in his arms, and took a deep look.

……

Just after everyone was seated one by one, suddenly, a loud drumming sounded.

With the sound of the drum, a bright red figure suddenly flashed in midair.The eighteen small drums rose slowly from the sea water, and finally stayed in the middle of the empty inner layer, motionless.

All the guests were attracted by the beautiful figure, they all stopped their movements, looked over the railing, and cast their gazes directly at the empty sea.

In an instant, a young woman wearing a long red dress and tulle suddenly appeared on the red drum in the middle of the sea.

Everyone was shocked, and gasping sounds came from all around.

At the same moment, the young man who was just sitting obediently in Ao Zhan's arms widened his eyes, straightened his back, and looked at the man with surprise on his face.

Under the dark night sky, the turbulent sea water reflected the wooden towers one by one. The woman standing on the drum was graceful, holding a few pieces of red silk in her hand, her long hair was tied into a bun, and there were a few strands on her sideburns. The black hair was scattered and hung lightly on the side of her slender and graceful neck.

The style of the long skirt was complicated and exquisite, the skirt was painted with gold and silver embroidery, and a piece of blood-red jade was adorned on the collarbone. On the one hand, the veil was fixed at the temples to blur her face, and the two gold earrings on the side were shaking slightly in the night wind. .

A lotus print between the eyebrows, against the backdrop of the sparkling sea water, is shining with golden light.

The young man clenched his five fingers subconsciously, staring straight at the golden cage flower that was almost exactly the same as his own on the other party's skirt... slowly frowned.

Just when Zhang Qinglan looked unhappy and was about to get up.Unexpectedly, Ao Zhan behind him suddenly stretched out his hand and embraced him.

The back was pressed against the opponent's chest, and Zhang Qinglan froze for a moment, feeling the slight itchiness brought about by the spray of breath on the side of the neck.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of Ao Zhan's gloomy face, and then the other party's hoarse and deep voice sounded in my ear: "Don't move around."

As soon as Ao Zhan finished speaking, before Zhang Qinglan had time to say anything, she saw the woman standing quietly on the drum suddenly move.

The sound of the flute came slowly from all directions, and the woman wearing the veil jumped up, threw the red silk in her hand, and wrapped it around the wooden pole of the tower as a pillar.

Pulled by the red silk, the whole person strode out, and his toes touched one of the eighteen bronze drums around him, and then he continued to leap forward with the help of strength.Every time you take a step, there will be the sound of drums, echoing the melodious sound of silk and bamboo music.

Not only that, but the woman who originally only used the bronze drum as a leverage and support point suddenly changed her movements after mastering the rhythm.

I saw her staying on one of the snare drums, dancing with the rhythm of the music, her willow waist swaying lightly, and her sleeves fluttering.

Soon, the guests sitting on the high platform could not help but be attracted by the other party's graceful dancing posture.

In the end, she stood in the center of the highest copper pole, and her water sleeves went straight to both sides, and the red cloth on the huge plaque that was hanging in it fell off—the three big characters of "Baihualou" were exposed to the public at once. Under it, it is powerful and magnificent.

At the same time, a dance is over.

The guests who had already been intoxicated by it applauded with all their might, and the applause was thunderous.

Standing on one foot on the copper pole, the dancer's chest rose and fell gently, and she slowly raised her hand under countless admiring and expecting eyes, and finally took off the mysterious veil, revealing a beautiful and beautiful face underneath.

Yao Yitang stood in the center of the tower, smiled slightly in the sky, parted her red lips, and said in a soft and sweet voice: "Baihualou opens today, thanks to the love of all adults, come to join us."

Before the words finished, Yao Yitang's gaze, which was just looking around at first, turned and went straight to the man sitting in the center of the arena, and said firmly: "The little girl Yao Yitang is very grateful, and I can't repay you."

"I specially present a dance... just for Bo Jun's smile."

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