Chapter Seventy-Two: The Dance Under the Moon

The moon is high, and the hot spring pool in the guest house is steaming. From the bottom up, slowly thin, slowly cold, and slowly dissipated. In the silent courtyard, everything was sleeping, and only one person, dressed in a single coat, quietly walked out of the room.

"It's so cold!" The person who came out couldn't help but clench his trembling arms, but still smiled, "That's good!"

The person who came out was none other than Xiao Gong, who had never dared to close her eyes, and she was only wearing a single dress, so she naturally couldn't resist the deeper chill of the night. But she smiled anyway, and smiled very comfortably.

She can feel the cold, but it proves that she is alive, and being alive and feeling the cold really makes her feel very happy.

The guest house is not big, and Xiaogong didn't walk a few steps before he saw the soup pool in front of him, cold at the top and hot at the bottom, with water vapor in the middle. She used to like hot springs very much, but now when she sees this hot spring water, she still can't stop being timid. She stopped in place, wanting to bypass it, but she was unwilling to be defeated by the cowardice in her heart. Obviously, the water in the hot spring pool was no deeper than her knees, but she couldn't take a step.

Xiaogong knows that only by facing the fear in his heart can he truly eliminate the fear. She wasn't afraid of water, and although she couldn't swim, she wasn't afraid to play in the water either. But now, because she fell into the water and almost died once, she was even afraid of the hot springs, which she didn't expect, and she was the most unwilling.

Now, all she needs to do is enter the hot springs, and it won't take long, just to get in. In this way, it is the first step to overcome the fear in her heart, and it is also a crucial step, but no matter how she urges her in her heart, her legs and feet just don't obey.

As time passed, not only could she not move forward, but she could not leave, but she was like nailed to the spot, and there was no way at all. She was so anxious that she wanted to be able to move, even if it was to escape.

The cold could no longer make her feel happy, her body kept shaking, her muscles became more and more tense, but she couldn't move a bit. She couldn't even scream, so she could only stop where she was, and let her tears blur her eyes, and then blur and fall again......

Xiaogong hates himself for being so weak, hates himself for being so crying, and hates himself for being so powerless. She hated herself for being stupid at this time, gradually losing her self-confidence, and gradually becoming afraid of the world. It's not what she wants! It's not what she wants!

Just in her desperate confusion, I don't know if it was auditory hallucinations or someone was really playing the flute, the soothing and warm sound of the flute came, as if the warm afternoon sun shone on her body again, "photosynthesis" seemed to work again, and the little gong slowly closed her eyes in the sound of the flute.

Listening to the sound of the flute, the soothing tune, soft and tactful, unconsciously took away the despair and chagrin in Xiao Gong's heart one by one. In the calm, the little gong, which couldn't move at all, involuntarily began to stretch his arms and dance to the inexplicable but comfortable sound of the flute.

Stretched and mellow, soft and powerful, from the arms to the whole body, spinning, jumping, every beat is perfectly closed, at first the dance follows the sound of the flute, and then it seems that the sound of the flute follows the dance, and then later, the sound of the flute and the dance under the moon complement each other, and become one.

Towards the end of the song, the cycle is repeated, until the dancers are panting and sweating, and the dancing arms are gradually weak, and the long song comes to an end, gradually fading.

With a long breath, the sweaty little gong finally smiled comfortably. Gasping for breath, he looked around. But the sound of the flute, which seems to be real, must be far away from her, how can she see the person who plays it. Still, she looked around. I didn't get discouraged when I didn't find it, so I had to say "thank you" in my heart and walk forward with my feet up.

Xiao Gong approached the soup spring, took off the coat he had draped over his body, took a deep breath, and finally stepped into the soup pool with one foot. The warm pool water quickly relieved her of the fatigue of dancing for a long time. One foot can do it, and the other foot also quickly follows, and when both feet step into the soup pool, Xiao Gong doesn't feel anything, she doesn't bother to take it step by step, and sits down slowly, and most of her body is into the soup pool.

"Ahh......h

On a hundred-year-old tree in the distance, Murong Shuo, who was leaning on the tree, looked at the little gong playing happily in the water, and looked down at the hole flute in his hand, frowning, feeling a headache for the first time.

He rarely can't sleep, but who knows, today he was halfway asleep and woke up for some reason. After entering the prince's mansion, the hole flute that was rarely played was also found by him, and he walked here, just forget it, and saw Luo Xiaogong standing in the courtyard alone in a daze, he didn't even think about it, so he brought the hole flute in his hand to his mouth and played it.

When he found out, the little gong was already dancing to the sound of the flute, and the casual movements were naturally in line with his own flute music, although his reason was refusing, but his subordinates did not stop, cooperating with her. Even, when the song ended, he himself kept playing it on a loop, just because he didn't want it to end. It wasn't until I saw that her breath began to mess up and sweat profusely that the song ended.

Murong Shuo didn't like this kind of self that was almost controlled by emotions, and he didn't even want to admit that he was controlled by emotions. Obviously, when I am most out of control and most easily controlled by emotions, it should be when facing Qiao Zhihan, not this woman with bad intentions and unknown origin!

But things have been done and have been done, he can only not think about this, looking at the small gong that has been re-launched, he can only sigh, put the flute in his hand in the branches, and get up to leave. He is not a person who gives his feelings easily, and once he gives, he will not easily take it back for some unspeakable reasons. Therefore, the person in his heart is always Qiao Zhihan, and it is absolutely impossible to have Luo Xiaoluo's position for a moment. There is no need to bring this hole flute back.

Here, Xiao Gong danced again, and soaked in the hot spring for a while without the pressure in his heart, returned to the room, and fell asleep with his eyes closed as soon as he lay down. I don't have a dream, but I can sleep until dawn.

After getting up early in the morning and serving Luo Zijin for breakfast, she and Xiaolan began to pack their bags and clothes for Luo Zijin's luncheon. Luo Zijin was determined to fight, and hinted at Xiao Gong last night, and Xiao Gong was naturally responsible for preparing her luncheon clothes.

Luo Zijin has her own characteristics, but she usually deliberately hides it. But as long as she is willing, any seemingly ordinary outfit can highlight her unique temperament. Although Cao Fu is gorgeous, she always has too much makeup. is not as good as Luo Zijin, elegant and quiet, and naturally carved with the solemn and elegant temperament of the crown princess.

The two stand side by side, and who should be the master and who should be the servant shall be judged.