Although the New Year has passed, the temperature has not warmed up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAs a result, the building was sparsely populated during this period, and few people stopped, perhaps to cope with such a scene. Aunt Hui put a lot of thought into it, and she recruited a girl out of nowhere.

If the sleeve is the lotus that stands tall, gentle and elegant, then this girl is completely opposite to the bright sleeve, this girl has a cold personality, like a plum blossom blooming on the top of the snow-capped mountain. But what was unexpected was her enchanting and charming dancing posture and bumpy figure. The charm and coldness are perfectly integrated in her body, which makes people fascinated. Even if she didn't fully show her face, or even say a word on stage, the noble sons of Kyoto fell for her. The people who left when they heard the sound almost stepped on the threshold of the full building.

In less than a month, her popularity is already on par with the bright sleeves of the pillars that are full of flowers. There are countless people who want to pick up the tulle on the face of the beauty and have a spring breeze with her.

Her name is Yunyi.

It is an unwritten rule that the bright sleeves and the clothes are different from the platform.

Today, Yunyi just came down from the stage and removed her makeup in the room, and the maid waiting next to her hurriedly came, holding a few prayer notes in her hands.

"Girl, these are the sons who handed over the greeting post a few days ago." The maid took the prayer post in her hand and handed it to Yunyi. Originally, it was just a habit to give the girl a look, after all, the girl had been out for so many days, and so many princes and nobles had received a prayer post, and I saw that the girl had accepted a person's prayer post. I've only seen the mysterious man backstage a few times.

Yunyi stretched out her hand to stop her, and under the attention of the maid, her eyes wandered around the prayer post in the maid's hand, and sure enough, she finally stopped on the penultimate prayer post.

Stretched out his hand and took it, it was Zhang Xuan's golden prayer post, and the person's name was not written on it. Accepting the post, Yunyi waved his hand to signal the maid to retreat. The maid retreated with doubts and speculations, and at the same moment another person walked out of the room on the side of the screen, she was wearing a milk-white dance dress, covering her face with a scarf, leaving only a pair of seductive eyes, and a plum blossom mark on her forehead with red cinnabar to make her eyebrows and eyes even more charming.

She smiled and smiled, and her every move contained endless style, making people's eyes unconsciously fall on her body and couldn't take their eyes off. If you don't look at it for a long time, the eyebrows and eyes are actually nine points similar to the half-covered Yunyi.

"Go down and rest." The veiled woman said softly.

Yunyi lowered his eyes, did not show a trace of surprise, and withdrew.

The woman sat quietly by the vanity mirror, staring at her own reflection in the mirror.

"Girl, the guest has been waiting for the girl in Qingfeng Pavilion for a long time."

Qingfeng Pavilion is the only independent small attic in the backyard of Huamanlou, which is very quiet in Pingsuri, and the front yard is separated by just a few steps, as if it has drawn a clear line with the noisy Huamanlou in the front yard.

Qingfeng Pavilion has a total of three floors, and there is a small platform in the middle of the third floor. There is a small octagonal room on it, and in summer, the rattan curtains will be lifted, and the windows will be wide open to blow the gentle evening breeze to sit in it and admire the moon. In winter, the octagonal pavilion will be covered with carpets, closed windows and covered with thick curtains, and then put a few pots of fire, because the octagonal pavilion is small, so it is also very warm.

Step by step, the little reduction of the steps in front of him reminded Wuhua that the person was sitting there waiting for him. Standing at the door, Wuhua gently inhaled a breath of cold air and stretched out his hand to push the door open.

There was only one man in the room, and the man stood with his back to her, and the thick curtain that had been hung over the window was hung high, and the man stood in front of the window, not knowing what he was thinking through the cloudy window.

The room was very warm, and Wuhua hung up the cloak he was wearing after entering. The man turned around, and the familiar face came into her eyes. Seeing the scarf covering her face, a trace of regret seemed to flash quickly in his eyes.

"Won't you take off this veil in front of me?"

It seems that he has a good impression of Yunyi. Wuhua didn't say anything, just shook his head and sat down with slow steps.

couldn't get a response from Wuhua, so he took it all as if she acquiesced.

He wore an extremely simple blue elegant robe tonight, with white rolling clouds pressed edges, a light blue jade belt to shape his body, his hair was half draped and half bunched, and a few strands of hair under the corners of his forehead were mischievously swaying between his eyebrows, which were gently brushed away by him. When he sat down, his eyes lowered, and Wuhua couldn't see the look on his face at all.

"I heard that if you dance seven times in Huamanlou, you will retire."

Wuhua put down the two glasses, stood up and poured wine for him. Hearing his sudden words, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked up, and fell into a pair of bottomless eyes. The eyes like a whirlpool in a deep pool were staring at her closely, as if they wanted to see into her heart and see through everything about her.

By the time Wuhua struggled to come back to their senses, they had already had a cup of tea to maintain this ambiguous movement. Gathering her mind, she took advantage of the situation to lift the cup and toast him.

"Today, it's the sixth time."

"How many days will it be in the seventh dance?" He smiled heartily, picked up the cup from the table, and drank it up. "The last dance of Yunyi, how can I miss it." He pinched the small and delicate white jade cup, looked left and right, as if he was admiring some rare treasure.

"Otherwise, how can you do it, Yunyi, you treat it differently?" His tail note was slightly higher, and there seemed to be two meanings in one sentence, and Wuhua pretended not to understand.

couldn't wait for Wuhua's response, he didn't care, and suddenly looked directly at the gauze scarf on Wuhua's face. "Yunyi, even when you are dancing, you have to wear this face towel, and you refuse to take it off, but also for the future?"

"Maybe we'll see each other for the last time." He chuckled. "Aren't you going to even say a word to me?"

"Actually, I've always been curious, so many royal nobles, why did you choose me?" With that, his fingers pinched Wuhua's pointed chin, forcing her to look at him. "You've only seen me all these days, haven't you?"

Wuhua's eyebrows moved slightly, this distance was too close, so close that she could feel his warm breath hitting her face. Her calm expression made Tianyou suddenly burst into a smile. "You trust me so much that I won't take off your veil easily?" His fingers slid down her cheeks, as if to outline her face.

Wuhua reached out and grabbed his wrist and pushed it gently, breaking free of his grip. He took out a wooden hammer from his sleeve, the wooden hammer looked a little old, the original water chestnut had been smoothed out, and there was a small jade bead inlaid on the wooden hammer.

Tianyou saw the wooden stick, his pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes were full of surprise, he took the wooden sticker from the table, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully, the wooden sticker that was already a little damaged was regarded by him as a treasure, carefully held it in the palm of his hand, and only raised his head to look at Wuhua for a while. "How can this wooden stick be in your hands?"

"The first time Childe came to the building, the flowers fell in the middle of the building." Wuhua said softly and softly.

Tianyou just subconsciously asked her, but she didn't expect to get a reply from Wuhua.

When he first heard it, he was a little stunned. I don't blame him, after all, Yunyi has gotten along with him a few times, no matter what he says, Yunyi never answers, just listens quietly, making him think that Yunyi doesn't know how to speak. That's why I was surprised at the moment when Wuhua spoke.

"You picked it up?" Tianyou thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he had lost it at that time.

"In the year of the women of Tianfeng Kingdom, the mother will give a hairpin inlaid with jade as a New Year's gift." Wuhua answered the question, and reached out to touch it from the bun. Tianyou naturally noticed her strange appearance, and he hadn't seen it clearly before, but after a little attention, he saw that it was a jadeite needle inlaid with silver. The turquoise jade was small, not even as big as the one in his hand. The silver on it has faded to a faint yellow in some places.

"The family has plenty of property. It is either inlaid with gold or with silver, and ordinary people can only make a wooden hairpin by hand or buy a cheap silver-inlaid hairpin. "Even if it has been hundreds of years since the destruction of the Feng Kingdom today, there are not many people in the Tianfeng Kingdom who are rich, but this custom has still been passed down.

And it was also because of the clues exposed by this simple wooden hammer that Ming Sleeve found out all the information about Tianyou's biological mother.

Tianyou's biological mother, Hui Guiren, is a native of Tianfeng Country, and when she was down, Qu Wuhua's uncle Qu Moxiu, the first beautiful man in the Qing Kingdom, pulled her. Because he attached great importance to her, he also sent her to Lishui Stream to seek medical advice and learn good medical skills.

It's just that after this noble man came back from Lishui Stream, he followed Qu Moxiu's side for less than a year, and somehow he was favored by the emperor and included in the harem.

This noble person can sing and dance, she is a rare smart woman, and her best dance is the national dance of Tianfeng Kingdom, dancing in Mi clothes. I heard that she relied on this dance at that time to fascinate the emperor, and directly entered the palace in the name of a nobleman after the draft.

In order to be close to Tianyou, Wuhua asked Ming Sleeve to pick the best Tianfeng woman who could dance the misty clothes and push it onto the stage, in order to attract Tianyou's attention, Ming Sleeve and they worked hard. Finally, after Yunyi's second dance, it attracted Tianyou's attention.

It took a lot of thought to get what I wanted.

"You are really from the Tianfeng Kingdom." Tianyou had already had a hidden guess, but now he is more sure of his original guess.

There was an indescribable amazement in Wuhua's eyebrows, "In this world, where is there the Tianfeng Kingdom." ”

Tianyou looked at her carefully, smiled lightly, and his eyes were in a trance. "What you said is not bad, there is no Tianfeng Country in this world for a long time." He had half of the blood of the Tianfeng people left in his body, perhaps because of this half of blood.

No matter how much his father doted on his mother back then, when his mother died of illness and he had nowhere to take care of a young child, he never cared about himself.

Wuhua laughed, reached out and took the wine poured in front of him, clinked glasses with Tianyou, and drank it all under the cover of his sleeve. Although the wine was cold, it slid down my throat all the way, and my stomach seemed to burn, and my body suddenly warmed up a lot.

Putting the cup down, Wuhua noticed Tianyou's inquiring look.

Finally, he asked. "Why did you end up here?"