"Oh? The first dancing girl in the Southern Tang Dynasty? This is the first time I've heard of it. In this world, there are many people who dare to call themselves the first, and the ones who are really the best are geometric, but it is better not to be famous. ”

Murong Qian waved his hand and motioned for Liu Ruomeng to leave.

The door of the warm pavilion was gently closed, and the room was filled with the aroma of peach blossom wine.

Murong Qian sat down on the embroidered cushion, poured a glass of warm wine alone, raised his eyes and looked through the tulle, under the moonlight, the jade smoothness of the cold ice platform broke into his eyes.

"Humbly-light-dust-"

Murong Qian knocked on the table and savored this elegant name, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and he took the horn-shaped jade cup of peach blossom wine to his mouth.

The wall of the cup just touched the thin lips, "Boom! ”

The drums beat and the dance began.

"Boom! Knock, knock, knock, knock! Knock, knock, knock......"

The drum beat rhythmically, one heavy and three light, not in a hurry or slowly, every drumbeat, a long moon-white silk hanging above the house, full of ten, little by little, surrounded the wind and snow platform.

Suddenly, the drum surface was slammed, and the silk gathered in fright, spun into flowers, and rose upwards together, and a woman flew down from the stamen.

She wore a fluttering "Ling Xuan Bun"

, with a color of emerald smoke, just like that, it fell into the eyes of the world from outside the sky.

The jade feet are light, the style is fixed, and the flying gauze skirt is slowly closed, slowly outlining the graceful curve.

The nine-foot shawl leaned down from her fragrant shoulders, and through the half-exposed snow crisp breasts, it gently swayed on Hao's wrists, and drifted like mist on the wind and snow platform.

Everyone present was shocked, and the air was chilled by the gasping cold air, and it instantly froze.

Hu Qingchen looked back slightly, his gaze slid through the exclamation of the seat as soft as silk, and when he touched the pair of amber peach blossom eyes, the autumn waves rippled in the cut pupils, leading a small star lock soul mole in the corner of his eyes to float upward, hooked, and smiled.

Smoke light and beautiful clothes, snow and beauty, slender eyebrows Fan Yue, high bun Lingfeng.

"Smack!"

The jade cup in Murong Qian's hand fell in response, splashing a piece of peach blossom wine, and the aroma of the wine rose with a warm intention, lingering in his nose and permeating his heart.

The silence was touched by the sound, like a beat, and it struck in the heart.

The drum beat slowly shattered, and Hun Qingchen stood alone with his left foot, and his right foot lightly swiped across the table, Ling Xuan into the air.

"Boom!"

With a shake of the thin arm, the orchid fingers flipped over, and the watery shawl sparkled with the moonlight, flying far away.

The sheng flute rises, the piano is late, the waist is curved, and the lotus steps forward.

As the dancing posture spread on the wind and snow platform, the ice surface slowly melted after the figure like a swimming dragon, and behind the skirt, there were splashes of water.

The water blooms more and more, and the ripples ripple together in circles.

The jade foot rose and fell, and in the center of the stage, a huge "orchid" was stirred up

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Suddenly, the sheng was raised, and the light dust turned back sharply, and the flying coat brushed the water splash, and the silk was raised, and the water splash was thrown into the air, and the water droplets were frozen into pieces of ice flowers by the moonlight.

Her orchid fingers were held high to the moon, and her green waist spun lightly, and the silk lingered in the wind, and the ice flowers wrapped up in a circle.

Suddenly, the jade foot jumped, and the shawl pierced the night sky, and the ice flowers shattered, and they all flew, and a snow fell in the city.

The willow side of the fragrant stream is in the wind, and the floating wine is drunk with peach blossoms.

The snow in the city is scattered, and the moon is dancing.

What a wind and snow platform, what a wind and snow moon!