Rao Tu smiled slightly: "What Madame said is that since she is a woman, she has always taken her husband and children as her duty, and Rao Tu's little trick is probably difficult to get into the elegant hall." ”

When several women here heard this, they all looked at Pei Qingwei out of the corner of their eyes, with a playful smile on their faces, everyone knew that although Pei was deeply favored by Shen Zhu, it was difficult to have children.

Didn't Rao's sentence "husband and son" poke at Pei's sore spot?

Pei Qingwei paused, and said slowly: "Could it be that the girl's dance can only be danced for men, and I am not qualified enough to wait for women?" ”

Rao Di hurriedly said: "How dare you, since Mrs. wants to see it, I will present a song "Red Luo" for Mrs. ”

During the banquet, one person smiled and said, "I heard that "Red Luo" was created by Lord Shen specifically for Mrs. Pei. This matter is a beautiful talk in the dynasty, and the girl can dance this dance music? ”

The little girl once listened to "Red Luo" when she was in her hometown, and the lyrics and songs are poignant to the extreme, which shows the tenderness of a woman waiting for her husband to return home. I heard that Lord Shen filled in for his wife at home when he was traveling to study, and the little woman admired it, so she made a dance of "Red Luo" and dedicated it to his wife. Rao Di stared at Pei Qingwei's eyes, and her tone was calm.

Pei Qingwei was a little uncomfortable on her face, she knew that the "lady of the family" in Rao's mouth was not her, but a woman named Xu Yu.

But this is just an unknown past, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that now it is Pei Qingwei who is sitting on the throne in brocade clothes.

The corners of her mouth raised a smile, "In that case, let's dance "Red Shirt". ”

At that moment, the musician came, and Pei's maid brought a blanket of red gorilla felt and put it in the main hall, and Rao Di looked at the red carpet, and a subtle sneer flashed in her eyes.

Legend has it that the blood-stained fabric of the orangutan never fades, so it is called the big red gorilla felt. Madame used this blanket as a dance to waste good material. ”

She stepped on the red carpet, her feet were slightly painful, and there was a very thin but extremely sharp silver filament distributed under the soft hair of the red carpet, which cut through the skin, but did not hurt the bones.

When the music started, she untied a few jade belts wrapped around her waist, and moved with Xiao Le, the jade belts fluttered, relying on the wind to resist the wind, like a fairy in the dust.

Pei Qingwei's face changed slightly, thinking that the silver thread in the blanket would ruin her dance steps and make her ugly in front of everyone. Unexpectedly, Rao Di didn't seem to be affected at all. The dancing is strange and charming, which is the only one seen in Pei Qingwei's life.

Everyone in the hall held their breath, and they were amazed by the graceful and pretentious posture of a dragon, but they didn't notice the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes when the flute whimpered tactfully.

The lyrics of the song sing: "Why does spring come every year as scheduled, and my husband, who has traveled far away, has not heard from me every year?" ”

At the end of the song, Rao Tu fell on the blanket, her feet were already dripping with blood, and the blood stains were hidden in the red gorilla felt, and everyone could not see it.

Pei Qingwei's heart swelled with murderous intent, but her face smiled brightly and kindly, "Miss Rao really danced in the city, she must be tired, right?" She turned her head to the girl next to her and said, "Quickly help the girl into the side hall to rest, so that she can take care of her." ”

Rao Tu was helped into the inner hall by the maid, only to feel that her body was soft and weak, and her feet gradually became weak.

She secretly pressed the patio point of her right arm, and a tingling itch spread all over her body, knowing that it was the cup of medicinal tea sent by Liu Xing.

Thrown on a cold couch by the maid at will, in the smoke stove in the inner hall, a smoke line rises straight up, exuding a faint sweet pear wood smell. Rao Tu quietly looked at the wisp of smoke, her breath not stirring the slightest ripple.

After a long time, the pear wood incense burned out, and the door was pushed open, and a scholar of medium stature entered from the outside.