Ziyue obeyed Murong Xiaoxiao's instructions, turned around and called someone to bring the dishes down and reheat them.

Murong Xiaoxiao was bored and a little upset, so she walked to the piano room behind the veil, she stroked the strings of the guqin casually, making a pleasant sound, but did not sit down, but walked straight to the sword standing on the side.

She glanced at the sword and seemed interested.

So he casually took off the large-sleeved shirt of Hanfu, only revealing the light red neat narrow-sleeved short shirt inside, and the high-waisted hakama with water red gradient color thought it was a long skirt if I didn't look carefully.

The silk satin fabric does not drag the mud and water at all, but is smooth and structured.

Fu took half of the green silk that had been scattered in his hand, coiled it high, took a hairpin from his hand, and put the hairpin up.

Finally, she turned her back and gently removed the veil that covered her face, and then she exhaled a long breath that was not sure if it was because she was relaxing or because she wanted to adjust her breath to dance the sword, and the preparations were all done.

She bowed her head and took the sword, and first held a sword flower in her hand.

Then he made a starting gesture, and after taking a stance, Murong Xiao slowly danced the sword.

As she danced slowly with her soft and delicate movements, the curling green smoke from the incense burner in the room also followed her figure.

I saw that the beaded curtain curtain seemed to come to life, and whenever her sword blades approached a little, they would be pushed by the sword qi to tremble or retreat.

In the mirror of the main dressing platform, Murong Xiao's sword dancing posture is reflected, his steps are steady, swift like a dragon playing in the water, and light as a colorful phoenix soaring into the sky.

Every action is beautiful like a stop-motion animation.

Pointing, stabbing, slashing, pressing, the moves are neat and handsome, only a few moves are played, it is difficult to think of the soft woman who sings, but like a heroic and heroic heroine.

After a set of silent sword dances, Murong Xiaofu adjusted his breathing again and retracted his posture.

As soon as she went to the shelf next to the guqin to get a handkerchief to wipe her sweat, she suddenly heard the sound of applause coming from the window.

"A sword dance moves in all directions. The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time. Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons. Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light. ”

A man's voice came from outside the translucent curtain.

"Who is it?" asked Murong Xiaoxiao as he unceremoniously raised his sword and stabbed it through the gap between the veils.

This herringbone box has always been empty, because every decoration and every utensil here is a rare treasure on the market.

On weekdays, even the people who clean must have special permission before they can come in.

The people who do the work are all doing their own duties, tidying up the things in hand, and they can't say much, let alone say more, so they have to leave quickly.

Duan Jiu'er was afraid that things would be damaged, so he specially selected a few women who were good and reliable to be responsible for the cleaning of this box.

Murong Xiaoxiao would stay here and rest on the occasion of the Wenmo Conference every month.

Since no one was qualified to enter, only Duan Jiu'er and Murong Xiaoxiao could come and go in this room at will.

In this way, a man broke into the room at midnight, but he was still staying alone, which made Murong Xiaoxiao, who had been waiting for Zhang Shan Peak for a long time, very annoyed.

A sharp sword stabbed out like this, and it was sure to give this prodigal who dared to break into the box at night a little color!

But as soon as Murong Xiaoxiao rushed out of the veil, he was dumbfounded.

I saw that the window was ajar, and there was no one in the house!

Could it be that this guy is still a little self-aware and ran away?

She hurriedly ran to the window and looked out, and when the cold wind blew on her face and chest, Murong Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that she had forgotten to wear a veil.

And in order to dance the sword before, he took off his wide blouse, and his snow-white chest was also being wantonly destroyed by the cold wind that did not have long eyes because he was uncovered.

Murong Xiaoxiao's body that had just sweated became cold now, and she couldn't help but shiver twice.

This made Murong Xiaoxiao ignore the person who peeked at her, and quickly put down the sword in his hand, stretched out his hand to close the window, and didn't dare to look out again.

lest others see her youthful appearance, and then spread it out to create unnecessary misunderstandings.

As soon as she closed the window, she heard the sound of light steps behind her, felt her shoulders warm, and the smock she had taken off before was draped over her body.

"Ziyue, when the food is hot, serve it, don't wait, you call Qingying to come over and eat together, and then ask Jiu'er if he's done......" Murong Xiaoxiao said as he turned around, but saw that it was not Ziyue who was dressing him at all, and almost screamed.

It turned out to be Zhang Shanfeng!"You ......" Murong Xiaoxiao's eyes widened and looked at Zhang Shanfeng in surprise, wanting to say something, but he still didn't open his mouth.

After all, he was the one he personally invited, not to mention waiting for this night, waiting until he was upset, it was all because of this man.

Now he was standing in front of him, and he didn't know where to start.

It came so suddenly, and it seemed that the opening words that had been prepared before were not even needed.

More surprised than Murong Xiaoxiao was Zhang Shanfeng.

It was indeed him who peeked at Murong Xiaoxiao outside the veil before, and in order to avoid meeting acquaintances, he didn't go to the main entrance of Xianmanlou, but jumped in from the window.

Before he could close the window, Zhang Shanfeng saw that because he was unhappy to see Murong Xiaoxiao, he actually ran out with a sword to "solve the problem" with someone.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Zhang Shanfeng quickly flashed to the back of the shelf, and when he saw that Murong Xiaoxiao was attracted by the half-open window, he entered the mosquito net from the other side of the veil.

When he looked out of the curtain, he found that Murong Xiaoxiao had already taken off the burdensome things on his body.

The thin clothes made her look cold, and she was sexy.

Zhang Shanfeng couldn't hold back, looked at it a few more times, and then felt that this was very bad, like a lewd voyeur, he grabbed the coat and big-sleeved shirt hanging on the shelf, and hurriedly came out to put it on Murong Xiaoxiao.

The moment Murong Xiaoxiao turned around, Zhang Shanfeng was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

Like!

How can it be so similar?

At this time, Murong Xiaoxiao was not only thinly dressed, but the veil on his face had already been removed, and he looked puzzled and panicked, and he couldn't hide his delicate and exquisite facial features, so he showed it in front of Zhang Shanfeng at a glance.

It turned out that not only did her eyebrows and eyes look very much like Master Zeng, but even her nose and mouth and face were exactly the same as Master Zeng.

Zhang Shanfeng was not only stunned, but also looked at it, and an indescribable emotion also came to him.

Although he saw the mole under Murong Xiaoxiao's left eye, he knew that the person in front of him was not her, so he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

"You...... When did you come in?" asked Murong Xiaoxiao calmly.

While talking, he didn't forget to put on the big-sleeved shirt calmly, and after putting it on, he carefully sorted out the clothes on his chest to cover the exposed snow white.

Such a small action makes her even more charming and sultry.