There was a suppressed exclamation in the hall.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this charming and enchanting shadow, all of them were stunning, but they were full of shock.

Resemble!

It's so similar!

Exactly the same figure, exactly the same makeup, exactly the same dancing......

Who is this so-called saint of the Mingyou clan?

Jun Luohan stared at the woman in the hall deadly, his eyes were red, and his thin lips seemed to be saying something, others didn't know, but Hua Chengcheng, who was closest to him, clearly heard him calling for "dyeing".

Dyeing?

She sneered and pulled the corners of her mouth, the woman's body has already been buried, where did the second Su Ziran come from?

The music suddenly rose, and in the center of the hall, the woman's crimson wide sleeves swayed, and her slender and plain white wrists writhed. Ten fingers gradually revealed, slender as jade, slowly exhibiting the bright blooming of the fiery red between the fingers, the flowers are lined with beauties, and people are more delicate than flowers.

Su Ziran shook his hands, and danced in the air with the power of the red silk hanging beam, and in the dusty and elegant dance, the green silk swayed and flew, and his eyes were like glass.

And just like that, she looked at him.

It was the first time since she had stepped into this temple of harmony and since the day she fell off the cliff that she had looked at him so intently.

Not surprisingly, he was watching her, too.

The moment the four eyes met, the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, and her gestures were full of pure charm, but his face was full of shock, and his dark ink pupils were overflowing with pain that could not be dissolved, as if he was about to overturn in the next second.

Su Ziran slowly raised her lips, and under the drape of the red veil of the golden bead curtain, the faint red lips bloomed like a flower.

Jun Luohan, it's been more than three years, nearly four years, and you really haven't changed at all.

Or is it so good at pretending, pretending to be the pain and regret on this face, who to see?

In the past, you were rare, so I felt sorry for you, but now Su Ziran has no heart.

The high tune slowly slid down, and Su Ziran turned around again, and two red silk ribbons formed two crimson narrow roads above the main hall. She slowly withdrew her hands, and leaped up with her steps, stepping on the red silk and dancing, her slender and boneless waist twisting wantonly, and then rapidly spinning and jumping.

The crimson skirt was scattered, like the karmic fire that burned the phoenix. In the fragrant scent of Manzhu Sahua, this intoxicating phoenix ripples on the calm new lake.

There was no one in the Zhenghe Hall who didn't look up slightly and stare at the shadow on the red silk.

It was the first time Xue Yan had seen her dance this dance, or rather, it was the first time he had seen her dance.

It's so beautiful, it's breathtakingly beautiful.

But, if he could, he would rather never see this beauty, because to-day, he had to give her to another man with his own hands.

I can't bear her pain, I can't bear her frowning, so he will never say "no" to whatever she wants to do.

But after entering this palace, will she really come out?

Even if she promised to go back with him, but in the face of that man, a man she once loved so much, could she really control her heart?

Ah Zi, you must not be tempted, even if it is for yourself, you must not be tempted.

Because......

Su Ziran's gaze swept across the people below, and when the bright yellow came into view again, when she met the dark phoenix eyes again, the bewitching smile became more and more bewitching.

The last spin ended perfectly, and she wrapped her hand around the red silk and slowly slid down.

In the shock and gaze of the full hall, she dragged the red silk and approached the golden steps step by step, and finally stood a step away from Xue Yan, turned her head and smiled at him.

Xue Yan was stunned for a moment, and when he wanted to say something, she had already turned her head and looked at the emperor in the heights.

"Su Ziran, the holy daughter of the Mingyou clan, meet Your Majesty Tianque." The woman's red lips opened slightly, and she made a generous gesture.

Dye!

The man on the dragon chair couldn't control himself anymore and stood up suddenly.

Everyone only felt that the figure in front of them flashed, and the bright yellow color drew a silhouette in the air, and when they reacted, the emperor had hurried down the golden steps, where there was still a little ordinary calm and indifference, and he was clearly as excited as a child who had won candy.

In the main hall, there was a sudden sound of gasping cold air.

The emperor has never been close to women, and he has never touched any woman in the three years since he dyed his concubine, and there are even rumors among the people that there is something wrong with the emperor. Until a month ago, the emperor suddenly named a woman as a concubine, such an unknown person, the ministers should have been opposed, but for such a long time, the emperor was only interested in this woman, and they naturally did not want to obstruct it.

Later, after a check, I learned that the woman was a former maid of the concubine, and the ministers gradually settled down. In addition, the woman was pregnant with the emperor's child in her womb, so even if the emperor made an exception to make her a concubine, no one had any objections, and even felt quite pleased, after all, the child was the emperor's first child!

As a result, the rumor that the emperor had a hidden illness was self-defeating, and no minister privately advised him to find some divine cure for the emperor.

But even for that concubine, although the emperor was tightly protected, there was never any gaffe, or even emotional turmoil. Everyone couldn't help but think, maybe the emperor just missed the dyed concubine and became ill, so he set up her girl as a concubine, but in fact, in the bottom of his heart, there will always be only the dyed concubine.

It's just that such a cold-hearted emperor would be so excited when facing this holy woman of the Mingyou clan. Maybe this saint is very similar to the dyed concubine, or even exactly the same, but the dyed concubine is indeed dead!

It was at this moment that everyone understood that even if Concubine Tilt was the first person in the harem, even if Concubine De continued to be favored, the emperor's favorite was always Concubine Dye.

"Dyeing ......"

Jun Luohan grabbed Su Ziran's forearm tightly with both hands, as if to confirm that this person was real and not his own imagination, his hand moved up little by little, and finally stopped at the place of her shoulder blades, clenching fiercely and refusing to let go.

Su Ziran frowned in pain, but the other party didn't seem to notice it, she was immersed in her own world, and she could even feel the slight trembling in his movements.

"Dye and dye ......" his voice was also trembling, choked with bitterness, full of pain in his thoughts, "Dye ......"

At this moment, he could not make any sound other than shouting her name over and over again.

Su Ziran just looked at him like this, expressionless, and didn't say a word, but there were bursts of colic in his heart.

It's a strange feeling.

She thought that three years was enough time for her to forget, why did her heart still hurt, and it hurt so really?

It's really weird.

It seemed that there were only two of them left in the entire hall, and everyone looked at them, surprised, stunned, inquiring, and hateful...... All kinds of eyes, everything.

Hua Chengcheng gritted his teeth, looking at the hands of the two with resentment, his narrow eyes revealed a trace of ruthlessness that was extremely inconsistent with his temperament, and that kind of gaze seemed to shoot the two of them out of a hole before he would stop.

Su Ziran's eyes slanted slightly, and she met her iron-blue face, and a crack finally appeared on Wulan's face, but the contempt and sneer in her heart could not be expressed, she could only clench her palms tightly and forcibly suppress the hatred.

narrowed his eyes, and was about to withdraw his gaze, but his body tightened.

It was actually a man who hugged her in front of the Manchu Dynasty and the civil and military forces.

Xue Yan's pupils shrank violently, and his legs involuntarily took a few steps back, lowered his eyes, and didn't look at them again.

Su Ziran's palms clenched tighter and tighter, although she was very satisfied when she saw Hua Chengcheng's jealous appearance, but it didn't mean that she had to put herself in it, at least not yet.

Slowly letting go of her palm, Su Ziran's hand rested on the man's chest, feeling the violently undulating chest in her palm, she squinted, and the corners of her lips hooked slightly.

"Your Majesty, are you so impatient?"

The thin lips are lightly opened, and the breath is like an orchid.

Jun Luohan was shocked.

Su Ziran gently pushed away the man who was hugging him, took off the golden drape, and then, in the scorching eyes of everyone, the white and slender five fingers slowly covered the thin layer of water-red veil and peeled off little by little.

Everyone held their breath.

The moment the veil landed, it was shocking, and there was an uproar below.

Bright eyes and bright teeth, moth eyebrows and mantises, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and charming.

What a country and a city, peerless!

I thought that the concubine was already beautiful, but it turned out that there were mountains outside the mountains and people outside the people, and this Mingyou saintess was truly unparalleled in the world!

Su Ziran took in everyone's reactions, her eyes condensed slightly, and she sneered almost inaudibly.

When I wanted to marry Princess Rui in Hua Chengcheng, everyone sighed that King Rui and the princess were talented and beautiful, a pair of beautiful people, and she, the side concubine who made a big fuss at the wedding scene, was just an "ugly girl" with neither grace nor talent. Unexpectedly, a few years later, she and Hua Chengcheng's positions were almost reversed. I don't know if she's pathetic, or if these people are ridiculous.

She looked away slightly, smiling, staring at the bright yellow man in front of her as calmly as possible, but what disappointed her was that, unlike everyone else, this man was not only shocked for a moment, but also full of disappointment, not at all as amazing as she imagined.

Su Ziran raised her eyebrows, and said in her heart: It is worthy of Jun Luohan, and Meise can still be a Yanagi Hui at present. But that's fine, at least the days won't be too boring.

Jun Luohan was still smiling, but there was no more excitement from Fang Cai, there was no wave in his unfathomable black eyes, only a cold and detached smile.

How could he forget that he had knocked her off the cliff with his own hands.

How could he have forgotten that he had sat with her body in his arms for a day and a night.

The woman in front of her has eyes like her, her body is like her, and even her dancing posture is exactly the same, only this face is not dyed by him.

No, it should be said that their temperaments are not the same, one is arrogant and cold, and the other is charming and enchanting.

"What, am I not beautiful, Your Majesty?" Su Ziran leaned close to his ear, breathing like an orchid.