The rouge outlines the corners of the eyes, blurring a long touch of red, the eyeliner is delicate, and the slightly upturned corners of the eyes seem to have a thousand words waiting to be spoken. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info willow eyebrows are bent, the corners of the eyebrows are shallow, and the painting is difficult to hide the graceful and tactful.

A little cinnabar is glamorous, soaking out the burning red lips, the lead grease is smoothed, and the makeup is bright, but it does not fall into kitsch at all. The smoke wave passed quietly, and the long eyelashes fluttered gently, as beautiful and fragile as saucer wings, which was pitiful.

The fingers are smooth and soft, one hand blooms like an orchid, and the other hand is hidden under the sleeve, revealing only a little Qianqian's fingertips. A touch of blue light on the forehead is a good gemstone forehead pendant, which gently rotates with the movement, reflecting different shades of color.

As soon as the water sleeve shook, the gong immediately sounded, and slowly raised the sleeve to cover half of the cheek, and the opening was a cappella.

The slightly lower voice is elegant and moist with a little magnetism, which is different from the delicate and crisp beauty of ordinary Tsing Yi, but it has a unique charm, as if it can go straight into the soul of others, such a good voice, such a good appearance, even if it is a pear orchard on the ancient street, it is not something that can be invited ordinarily.

The mutton fat and jade slip carved out of the jade flower are tedious and exquisitely carved, the three lotus-like small pendants are very good, and the very small pearls are embellished, so they are pinned on the side of the bun, and the swing is to tease the viewer's heartstrings.

Pearls, silver, and jade decorate a green silk like a waterfall, are extremely valuable, delicate and expensive jewelry, but worn on the head can only show more and more noble color, not cumbersome and vulgar.

Tossing and turning singing is long and rhyme, singing a sentence, leisurely winding around the beam, the end of each word is endless, and the hovering charm is not falling.

Bow your head, raise your eyebrows, turn around, drop your sleeves, and the skirt is layered, as if the next action will completely bloom, but you are always unconsciously shy and convergent, and the wide sleeves are rolled from time to time, singing ancient songs that no one can fully understand, sometimes sad and sad, sometimes soothing and smiling.

Even if it is covered with a blue and white coat under the snow that cannot be seen at a glance, you can easily detect the slenderness and softness of the waist, even if it is just a look, it seems to contain endless meaning, making people want to explore and indulge.

After singing a song, the audience was silent, as if they were still chewing on the previous words and every move, some opened their eyes wide and refused to miss a move, the people on the stage refused to come back to their senses when they came down, and some squinted their eyes slightly and immersed themselves, completely unaware of the termination.

The instrument that was supposed to sound after singing a few sentences was silent for a whole time, and even if there was no sheng flute playing, Tsing Yi on the stage also sang a movement of silk and bamboo, if it wasn't for the last sound of a gong with Tsing Yi's shaking sleeves, no one could recover from that song.

Even if that person is called Yu Qingchen, Yu Qingchen is better than others only because she knew where the ringing came from when she returned to her senses, it was the last vibrating water sleeve of the green clothes, and the true qi struck the gong, otherwise I don't know how long this scene would last.

Yun Fang saw with his own eyes that a few demon cultivators didn't pay attention, or exposed their ears and tails, or probed the vines on their heads.

Everyone sat quietly on the field, no one wanted to get up and leave, and listened as hard as they could, as if the singing voice was still there, and the charm in the field was the same.

It's still morning, but the ancient street pear orchard, which used to be lit up all night, has dispersed, and there is no reverberation of opera when the museum is closed. Even if some of the people who listened to the play were no longer confused, they didn't feel the need to open the pear orchard again today after such a play.

The first time I heard such a high level of play, Yu Qingchen's mood was also agitated for a long time. is not a real old drama, sometimes he can't even fully interpret the lyrics of Tsing Yi, but everyone can feel the joys and sorrows in it.

The little paper crane didn't come back to his senses until it ended, and the sound came into his ears, and the numb timbre still lingered around several people, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Yu Qingchen saw the signboard of the pear orchard and walked in curiously, and it happened that Yun Fang also intended to take Zhong Huaiqing to see the beauty of the pear orchard in the ancient street. But even Yun Fang can be regarded as a frequent visit, she didn't expect to be on such a big guy today, even she has not heard the slightest rumor.

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There was still a little fluctuation in the pace, and Yun Fang moved to his own small mansion. She knew that Tang Yicai was going to spend the next few days with the prince, so she was even more curious about who was the monk who was directly placed by Tang Yicai in his own house for cultivation, and who was said to be a faint monk?

Seeing the figure of the beautiful woman and Lan Fen elegant, Tang Yicai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, he was confident in his vision, the man who was rescued by the patrol was definitely not a wicked person, but he really knew very little about the things in the cultivation world, if he wanted to pull a strong labor cough, he was a fellow Taoist who always needed Yun Fang to introduce a check or two.

Even if it's a calculation, it needs more comprehensive information, and this aspect depends on Yun Fang.

It's rare to see my lover so arrogant, and he actually picked up an unknown person directly. Yun Fang's eyes were strange, but after looking at the sleeping man in the guest room, she immediately understood her husband's behavior.

The face is clear and handsome, even if he is in a coma, his temperament is gentle and elegant, mixed with a touch of sharpness, at first glance, he is a righteous person, a gentleman, and it is very easy to flicker and be a character of the united front.

I don't want to disdain to rummage through other people's belongings, the people Yun Fang mainly knows are in the demon world, of course, I don't know who the monk in front of me is, so he lifted his chin and looked at the clothes on this man's body.

I really don't want to complain, but this dress looks like it is a mixture of the aesthetic tailoring of cultivation and rivers and lakes, and the color should be able to have some connection with his sect, and the others must have changed beyond recognition.

The man in front of him was born in the sect at a glance, and it is not a small sect, not every sect is as strange as Chaosiguan. Blue clothes, the words of the great sects, the Streamer Sect, the Imperial Sword Sect, the One Qi Sect, and the Dao Alliance are all there.

After learning the information of these sects, Tang Yi pondered carefully, and one after another the information flashed and was ruled out, asking the Dao Alliance and the Imperial Sword Sect to be thrown away first, and the only possible ones left were the Streamer Sect and the One Qi Sect.