Three days later.

In the Liujin Palace, a dinner party is usually held from time to time, and Jin Lin gives Linfeng the opportunity to perform, and it is at this banquet.

In the main hall, Jin Lin was lazily leaning against the soft seat of gold wire, his narrow eyes, black and gold pupils were covered by the curtains, and it was so deep that people could not see any emotion.

Jin Lin was in a good mood today, and he didn't control it too much, but he just let the sect members let go of eating and drinking, and there was no need to be restrained and polite.

Just when he felt that it was not very boring and boring, there was a sudden noise.

"Huh!"

Two men dressed in red costumes with Western Regions characteristics, beating flat drums in their hands, poked their heads out of the door.

"Huh. "Huh. "Haha, ha!" Jin Lin looked at the two men, his eyebrows raised, and he didn't know what medicine was sold in this Linfeng gourd.

Then came the sound of the piano, and the tune was cheerful and bright, like a cheerful bird chirping to the sun in the branches.

Then two more men appeared, four of them holding the moon in the posture of the stars, half-crouching, their hands beating the flat drum, divided into two sides, facing the last person who was about to appear.

"Who is it~ sent you to ~ my side ~" The melodious tone sounded, and the man seemed to deliberately lower his original voice, and he couldn't hear men and women for a while, only felt crisp and dry.

Linfeng is dressed in Western Regions attire, with a red veil on his face, his upper body is unusually thin, only wrapped in red brocade, with a navy blue satin pinned to his waist, embroidered with a wave pattern, the skirt is begonia red, the skirt is decorated with the pattern of Manzhu Sawa from time to time, the shoulders are hung with shawls, unfolded like butterfly wings, and a string of bells are tied to the wrists and ankles.

He nodded his footsteps, followed the lyrics, beckoned to the direction of Jin Lin, looked at the other party's bold and presumptuous eyes, and then pretended to hide his face in shame.

Suzuka has always taught him to imagine, to integrate, to think of himself as weak and boneless, and then to play.

His hands were like the wings of a bird in a wave-like shape, his hands were intertwined, while he looked at Jin Lin from time to time, frequently staring at the autumn waves, and his waist was also swaying, and the large skin around his waist was snow-white and slender.

The four men cooperated and beat the flat drums on all sides, beating the rhythm of the wind. Jin Lin raised his head and drank the wine, but his gaze was like substance, clinging to the figure of the man, and he never left for half a minute.

Although Jin Lin has not appreciated the song and dance music, but in the Western Regions, he has only heard of it, and this is the first time that he has really experienced it personally, watching the wind surging with the shawl, and from time to time showing the dancing posture in the four corners, like a fluttering butterfly, dancing from time to time.

If he hadn't known that Linfeng had always been afraid of him, the presumptuousness of his gaze would almost make him think that the other party would have taken a fancy to him a long time ago.

Jin Lin tasted the delicacies leisurely, and pecked at the best Du Kang, and at some point, the red shawl floated towards him like flying smoke, and Jin Lin looked up at Linfeng.

Lin Feng smiled at the corner of his eyes, bowed his head slightly, and signaled, Jin Lin did not hesitate too much, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his weak white fingertips slowly retracted, and he strode towards Linfeng along the shawl.

The sound of the song is still the same, the wind twitched lightly, pulled the shawl away, held it between his arms, he changed his previous dance posture, and stood behind Jin Lin, like a golden snake around his body, wrapping, depicting Jin Lin's figure.

Jin Lin's face was unmoved, as if he wanted to see the appearance of being embarrassed by the wind, he was like an old monk in a fixed position, his face did not change in the slightest, and he didn't even move half a minute.

Linfeng glanced at Jin Lin's lower body with some malice, Jin Lin looked like a light breeze, it seemed that no matter how windy or rainy, thunder and lightning flashed, he couldn't move this person for half a minute.

Without him, Linfeng's gaze drifted to one of the men beating the drum, and the man quickly realized, and somewhere to hide, threw a red moon season.

Linfeng flew up, held the flower branch in his mouth, and at the end of the song, he half-knelt and bent down, tilting his head up, wanting to offer flowers to others.

Jin Lin was in a good mood in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm on his face, he leaned over slightly, leaned closer and glanced at the man's red lips hidden under the red veil, the teeth were embedded with flower branches, he picked his fingertips, pulled off his veil, and the slightly cool fingers stroked Linjing's chin, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and they could feel each other's breath closely, and they were sprayed on each other's faces.

Seeing that the other party's lips were getting closer and closer, Linfeng subconsciously slowly closed his eyelids. In the next second, the flower branch was withdrawn, and there was no warm touch on the side of the mouth.

Lin Feng quickly opened his eyes, his face was a little embarrassed, and he was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Jin Lin's fingertips lightly swept the tip of Linfeng's nose, "I accepted this flower." The performance is okay, but it's not enough. With that, he turned back to his seat, and went on to taste the good wine that he had been in the cellar for many years.

He stroked the rim of the glass, slowly closed his eyelids, frowned slightly, and used his internal force to suppress a certain throbbing in his body.

Enough? Of course it's not enough. Even if that's enough, at the moment, he doesn't want to let go at all.

Seeing the man's disappointed expression, he couldn't help but affirm the man a little, but he couldn't be sure too much, he looked at the table full of delicacies, and his eyes drooped.

Some things, like this wine, are better than not drinking at all, just too much water; if you drink a full score, your brain is like a slurry, your body is like mud, and you don't sprinkle it; only when you drink seven points of drunkenness, it is the most beautiful, and you will be drunk or not, which is the most fascinating.

Linfeng led the four men, retreated, and said goodbye to a few dance partners, and Linfeng went back to the house alone to prepare to rest.

Along the way, he didn't understand that the dance of the bell flowers, the music of the moon, and the rhythm of the drums of the four men should be no problem, and he also used the finishing touch of the flowers.

That's it, it's not attractive enough? The *hot of the Western Regions failed to infect the sect master?

After Linfeng returned, he fell into deep thought, and was no longer distracted by the situation around him, took off his makeup, put on his old clothes again, and looked at the wooden pillar above his head while holding the quilt, thoughtfully.

Bai Shi's eyes just lit up, and he saw that Lin Feng was washing and dressing quickly, and seeing that he looked contemplative, he didn't want to disturb too much and distract the other party.

It wasn't until he saw the man sleeping on the bed, his eyes didn't fit, and his brows were furrowed, that he couldn't help but make a sound.

"What's wrong with you, isn't it going well today? ”

Lin Feng was still wandering at first, and when he heard the familiar sound, he came back to his senses and turned to look in the direction of Baishi. "Shiraishi, I really don't understand, I've done all this, why is it still not effective......"

Lin Feng explained what happened at the dinner party to Baishi, and when he heard the two approaching, Baishi's brows furrowed together, until he heard it, just taking flowers, without excessive contact, Baishi's brows were relaxed.

"Shiraishi, how do you think you can really attract someone?" Lin Feng turned his head as if he didn't expect to continue to look at the wooden pillar, and his questions were just emotional and complaining.

After being quiet for a long time, he didn't expect Shiraishi to respond to him. "Perhaps, you're going in the wrong direction. ”

"Direction?" Lin Feng looked away and looked at the direction of the white stone bed with some confusion.

"Yes, since he intends to let you do this, he himself should be interested in men. If he likes women, I'm afraid that there are already beauties around him, so why bother to see you pretending to be a woman. Shiraishi speculated.

"It makes sense, I was thinking about achieving the goal directly, and I was too anxious to think about it carefully. I'll think about it again!" was relieved by Shiraishi, and Linfeng's mood improved a lot, and his mind suddenly broadened a lot.

Yes, if the Jin Lin Sect Leader can make this kind of request, it shouldn't be boring enough to let a man pretend to be a woman to curry favor with him, so it would be more straightforward for the Sect Master to find a woman.

He rubbed his chin, it is estimated that the sect leader does not like femininity, he should have some masculinity.

With a clue, the uneasy boat in Linfeng's heart calmed down a lot, so he pulled the quilt, rubbed the pillow, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Shiraishi, thank you, I have thoughts, sleep, sleep, good night. ”

Bai Shi felt a little regretful for no reason, his current rank was low, and he was not qualified to participate in the dinner party in the Liujin Palace, but unfortunately, he couldn't personally enjoy the dance of Linfeng's performance, and with great regret, he slowly closed his eyelids and fell asleep.

Lin Feng smashed his mouth in his sleep, dead Jin Lin, the uncle spent three days practicing the dance, his waist was sore, you didn't react, you are still not a man, are you a man.

Hmph, I like masculine fan, right, okay, Ye satisfies you, wraps you masculine, wraps up the sky.

He subconsciously thought about the well-known songs in modern times, Journey to the West's "Who Sent You to My Side" turned out to be ineffective, and when he thought about it again, he thought of "The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountains".

Thinking about it, it didn't work, it wasn't strong enough, he pouted and turned around.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and the classic tune hummed to his heart, "Sister, you take the bow of the boat, brother, I will walk on the shore, and I will love and love ......"

That's it!

Let the Jinlin Sect Master also experience the classics and style of folk songs.

Hey, hey, Linfeng closed his eyes and fell asleep contentedly. 166 Reading Network