Su Yu couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and just when Su Yu hadn't feasted his eyes, a cloak instantly wrapped Zhang Caiwen.

Su Yu immediately blushed and withdrew his gaze, just glanced at it and quickly took his eyes back, where did he dare to continue looking.

Zhang Caiwen wrapped his cloak tightly: "Miss Su, will there be something wrong with me wearing it like this?" ”

This dress is too revealing! Rao is Zhang Caiwen is not as bold as Su Wei, but Zhang Caiwen really thinks so in his heart.

"It's okay, trust me!" Su Weiwei handed Zhang Caiwen a stable look.

Even though Zhang Caiwen still felt a little inappropriate in his heart, he also settled down a lot in Su's only gaze, anyway, he couldn't dance, according to Miss Su's method, maybe he still had a way, Zhang Caiwen thought like this, and he felt like he was in a ruin, even if the emperor blamed him at that time, just don't burden Miss Su.

The three of them walked to the front hall together, standing at the door, Su Weiwei handed Zhang Caiwen an encouraging look, and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Caiwen took a deep breath and walked in. Everyone's eyes turned to the two of them.

The entire stage was blocked by a hazy powder veil at this time, and everyone didn't understand what the third prince meant.

Immediately after, accompanied by a string of bells, the two walked in.

Zhang Caiwen's palms were full of sweat at this time, but he knew that he couldn't retreat at this time, and in the face of everyone's eyes, Zhang Caiwen slowly walked to the stage.

Su Weiwei stayed in a corner of the stage, there was a guzheng in front of him, Su Weiwei sat down, and his palm stroked the strings, making one or two crisp sounds.

Su Wei was stunned in his heart, and smiled, it was really a good piano.

Zhang Caiwen raised his feet and stepped on the drum in the center, facing the direction of the emperor and the third prince, and glanced at Su Weiwei in the upper right corner and smiled.

Zhang Caiwen's hand holding the cloak tightly was released like this, and the cloak fell to the ground with a bang in front of everyone.

Master Zhang was staring at this side tightly, not knowing what the two of them were going to do. Now when he saw Zhang Caiwen's clothes under his cloak, he immediately stood up with angry eyes, but was suddenly pulled by his wife and daughter.

A burst of inhalation sound came into Zhang Caiwen's ears, how to say, Zhang Caiwen is also a woman, now, such a revealing dress is displayed in front of everyone, Zhang Caiwen is a little embarrassed in his heart, and can't help but retreat a little, although the red veil faintly obscures everyone's sight, but it just makes the figure hazy.

Seeing that Zhang Caiwen had some fine sweat on his forehead, Su Wei was a little worried. I don't know if Zhang Caiwen can continue.

At this moment, Su Wei was a little annoyed, maybe he really ignored the importance that the ancients attached to these! You know, in modern times, it's nothing at all. But Su Wei didn't want to hurt Zhang Caiwen.

Zhang Caiwen lowered his head, thinking about what Su Weiwei said to him, raised his eyes to look at the third prince, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Su Wei breathed a sigh of relief. His hands immediately rested on the guzheng, his fingertips flicked, and a long and slow music drifted out from Su Wei's fingertips.

When Zhang Caiwen heard the voice, he began to recall the opening actions that Su only told him, turned his back, stretched his arms, and leaned back slightly, until the figure of the third prince appeared in his pupils before he stopped, and with a tone rising, he immediately straightened up, accompanied by the movements, recalling that he did not participate in the birthday banquet of the third prince now, at this time he was living freely on the mountain, and when he was alone, he carried a medicine basket up the mountain to collect medicine.

Zhang Caiwen closed his eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and spun in place with Su Wei.

Su Wei lowered his eyes, and his lips opened lightly:

Can't see through it, it's your lost soul

I can't guess the color of your pupils

A gust of wind, a dream

Love is as unpredictable as life

What is your heart bewitched?

Your silhouette is drowned in the night

See how the peach blossoms turn out

Looking at you holding me, my eyes are as lonely as the moonlight

Just make you happy in the arms of others

Loving you is like a heartbeat that is hard to touch

You can't draw your bones

Remembering your face is my obsession with waiting for you

You're a song I can't finish

Su Weiwei lowered her voice, thinking

At that time, I couldn't breathe because of the heartache, but now it is like a dream of Nanke. True and false, false and true. If I hadn't come to this place at that time.

Will he still be with himself?

Zhang Caiwen recalled every scene he had seen in every play, pretending to be like the heroine in the story, recalling those actions, and following Su's only singing, his footsteps kept shuttling and turning in circles on the leather drum.

Can't see through it, it's your lost soul

I can't guess the color of your pupils

A gust of wind, a dream

Love is as unpredictable as life

What is your heart bewitched?

Your silhouette is drowned in the night

See how the peach blossoms turn out

Looking at you holding me, my eyes are lonelier than the moonlight

Just make you happy in the arms of others

Loving you is like a heartbeat that is hard to touch

You can't draw your bones

Remembering your face is my obsession with waiting for you

You're a song I can't finish

Su Wei sang this once familiar song over and over again, and a feeling of suffocation in his heart tightly tugged at Su Wei's heart.

Zhang Caiwen had completely fantasized about herself as the heroine of the story at this time, with infinite heartache and heartache in Su Wei's slightly hoarse singing.

Some women in the audience can deeply understand the emotions in Su Wei's heart, especially the man who has three wives and four concubines in the family, marrying one after another, and the former sea oath and mountain alliance can't withstand the aging after all.

But I can only watch each other be happy in other people's arms again and again, even if a man marries someone else, he still loves you after all, so what, when you are happy with other women, and I can only count those days over and over again in the night.

What kind of torture is this, how many women can't help but pick up a handkerchief to wipe their tears, and even the queen can't help but raise her hand to cover her red eyes.

There are even some who are in the boudoir, or those who love each other but can't be together. I couldn't help but be attracted by the story of Su's only singing.

Zhang Caiwen's dance is a vivid expression of a story that is obviously in love, but in the end they can't be together.

Two people love each other, separate, and watch their beloved marry someone else, and when they marry someone else, they can't do anything about it.

At this time, everyone was not judging Zhang Caiwen's dance, but was infected by the story in the dance. (To be continued.) )