The silver glow of the bright moon reflects the sky, casting a lifetime of mottled light and shadow. The red tile glass of the Baohe Hall reflects the huge wandering dragon on the eaves, and the majestic palace is located on the snow, as if the white and flawless jade plate is inlaid with a peerless pearl.

Rows of rolling gold tile roofs are like golden waves, reflecting each other with the moonlight, blending under the gorgeous neon palace lights, flowing with thousands of colors. As far as the eye can see, the glittering palaces in the day have a kind of quiet and elegant magnificent beauty at this time, just like the heavenly palace.

The huge hall is brightly lit tonight, and the white jade fence that surrounds it blooms with a quiet light, and the dragon is carved on it, which is lifelike, and the ten rare beasts on the top of the eaves of the heavy hall reflect each other. The natural jade throne is filled with royal majesty and splendour, reflecting the solemn beauty of the heart.

It was destined to be a sleepless night.

Sixteen palace maids stood on both sides of the white marble long steps, dressed in hibiscus dark robes, plain dresses showed a gentle and elegant state, and Gao Bang's hair buns were all pinned to the Jingfu long hairpin, indicating the auspicious wishes of the new year. The brocade red gilt in the hands of the palace maids is placed on the plate, or there are strange beasts and tulip burners, or one or two green jade as the bottom and white gold as the body of the palace lamp. The closer you get to the main hall, the more precious and luxurious the things in your hands become.

On the other side of the long-step dragon jade carving white stone, there are the same number of palace maids, wearing a pomegranate red silk long skirt, tied with a peach-colored Xiangfei jade belt, and half a black hair is stretched out, and the noble temperament is shown to the fullest. On this side are carefully selected female dependents, or the lord of Fujin, or the prince and noble, holding exquisite Hetian jade plates, full of exquisite side dishes, seafood and mountain delicacies. Just waited for a summons from above, and hurriedly sent it in.

The courtiers of different ranks wore strictly regulated official uniforms and lined the sides. The highest grade is the seat in the palace, the second is to sit outside the palace, and the seven grades can only wait outside the palace, only wait for the auspicious time to arrive, the emperor ordered, can hold the wine bottle to the place where the emperor is located solemnly drink a glass of wine to show the emperor's grace.

There are no less than 100 people in the huge hall, frequently raising their glasses, staggering, and the people who have been overwhelmed by alcohol after a few rounds have red faces and slightly smoked eyes.

The Son of Heaven is flanked by the queen and the queen mother. The petite Lord of the Six Palaces wore a golden wide-sleeved hundred immortal phoenix suit today, decorated with a little blurred golden flowers, and red auspicious clouds. Wearing a scarlet silk thin coat, it depicts nine phoenixes facing the sky. A green silk is scattered on the shoulders like a waterfall, with a jade hairpin gold crown as the base, and the pearl of the East China Sea as the decoration, and the end is a very graceful posture. The woman's arm is made of silver silk yarn, and the gold bracelet is wrapped around the hand, and there are peony marks between the eyebrows, and there are thousands of beautiful faces. The two of them sat several concubines in turn, all of whom had carefully painted their makeup, and the hall seemed to be full of flowers, shining in every way.

In the middle, the Son of Heaven wore a bright yellow dragon robe, his long black hair was tied back of his head, and he wore a crown of Xuan Shail. The eyebrows are raised high, and under the straight nose bridge, the slightly bewitching lips seem to be adorned with empty flowers and moon shadows, and the smile is thick.

The wine in the hall here is strong, and on the last day of the year, people drink and have fun, write poems and sing, all hope for the beauty of the new year. However, behind the dusty curtain in the changing room of the apse, there is a woman sitting with light makeup, her eyebrows locked sadly, and a pot of sake in her hand, which is obviously smiling but makes people feel distressed.

This day has finally arrived, and there is no escape. Her dancing skills are beautiful and skillful, but she is unwilling to dance for the supreme dance in the world.

Just because of this appearance, fate will change, whether she is chosen by the emperor or not, she is destined to become the immortal of Baohe Palace. The queen just wants to train her to capture the emperor, how dare she hope for her ministers - he is just a violinist, if he happens to be deeply loved by the emperor, his career will be smoother. If it is unfortunate to go against the holy will, it is only a thought that it will end up desolate.

How could she bear to incur misfortune for him because of herself.

It's just that, if I can, I really want to hear him play another song for himself, and then dance for him.

"Girl, hurry up and change your clothes!" When she was secretly sad, it was Mama Gui who lifted the curtain, and when she saw Qingluan still sitting in a daze, her heart was so anxious that she was on fire, "You are the finale of this ceremony, if you smash it, the people of Chaofeng Palace will be destroyed in your hands." ”

This sentence was like a blow to the head, which made Qingluan wake up suddenly. Indeed, she could not go on like this, she had so much else on her shoulders that she would have to endure tonight, even for the sake of those who had been kind to her.

Qingluan casually pulled the pearl shirt and dance dress on the table, but she only felt that the five-colored streamer pierced her eyes. Such a gorgeous color should not have appeared in my life. At that moment, scenes that should not have been remembered at this time appeared in front of her like a marquee, eating away at her most scrunched reason.

"Mama, Qingluan is going to change her clothes, please rest assured."

Even though he said this, he still didn't have the courage to touch the color suit again. In her opinion, this light did not belong to a woman named Qingluan. It was poison, a cold poison that penetrated into the bones, devouring people's hearts.

She sat down in front of the mirror, scattered three thousand green silks, dipped the rose dew with a rabbit hair brush, and combed it from time to time. Open the bronze box, take out the half-day, make the green silk into a bun, and use Loulan white tungsten stone as a hairpin, and insert two white beads obliquely between the left hair. The jewel is shiny and shining, shining with a luminous nightlight, exquisite and dignified.

After combing up, he twisted a small pinch of gouache to moisten it, patted it on his face, and the jade syrup melted and melted into the white skin, setting off the willow eyebrows outlined by the green daisy, which was like a distant mountain sweeping, like a celestial man.

After the makeup was finished, the music was heard, and he didn't stop there. Several dancing girls in green clothes spun out from both sides, dazzling for a while, and the intuitive bursts of green shadows were mixed with a faint fragrance. When everyone's eyes converged on the stage, a peerless figure came out. The woman stood up gracefully and smiled, although the smile was beautiful, there was a faint sadness in her eyes.

However, the audience was shouting - Qingluan was only wearing a crescent-white palace maid's dress, and the slightly wide sleeves hung down from her thin shoulders and swayed behind her. The peony smoke gauze Bixialuo skirt hides a layer of delicate tulle, rising clouds and mist. Although this outfit is extremely simple, Qingluan's muscles are stagnant, and he breathes out Youlan, and his gestures bring out a chic and quiet beauty.

It was supposed to be a song and dance in gorgeous costumes, but now it is like a small tune, caressing the drunkenness of everyone who has drunk for three rounds. That touch of watery tenderness was melted into the dance, presenting everyone in a stumbling posture. With the abrupt change of the music, the dancers on their sides also spun away quickly, like green waves, like ripples.

When the prelude weakened and the solo dance was about to be ushered in, only Qingluan was left on the stage. She raised her head slightly, and her beautiful side face showed a delicate silhouette in the moonlight. At that moment, it seemed to fly in the air, focusing everyone's attention.

However, the music stopped abruptly, and the people who were still intoxicated by it were disturbed by the abrupt stop of the music, and looked at each other - but this was not designed in advance, Qingluan froze and looked towards the musician, but saw that the person was only blushing, and the flute in his hand could not make a sound anyway, it was a cold winter night, but beads of sweat the size of beans slipped from the musician's forehead, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

Behind the musician, Qin'er looked at everyone's annoyed expressions but was smiling, and the pair of slender peach blossom eyes stared straight at Qingluan, despising her with an almost provocative gaze, as if she wanted to devour the person in front of her.

Qingluan suddenly understood what Qin'er's refusal to give up meant. However, she never thought that this would be the result.

But. That's it.