Walking to Du Miaoru's house, Liu Ji's heart was beating less aggressively, it seemed that it was more out of a kind of curiosity, he wanted to get closer to this legendary beauty, a little closer.

There is no bolt on the door of the house, both hands push it open, and what enters the eye is a graceful back, the high sideburns are combed into a Lingyun bun, tightly tied at the back of the head, fixed with a gold hairpin inlaid with pearls and jade, a purple and black outfit wraps most of the body, only in the waist position is contained by the jade belt, the calf is blocked by the exposed skirt, the snow-white Luo socks are faintly visible, the soles of the feet are stepping on a pair of Qibao Dengyun boots, the thick leather has been wrapped to the ankles, it is obvious that a complex process has been done here in order to fit the shape of the owner's feet, So as to achieve the purpose of comfort.

Maybe he heard the movement, the pair of feet in Liu Ji's eyes turned around, and the tassels at the tips of the boots jumped into his sight, and walked all the way up along the feet, and the court dress embroidered with phoenix birds and moire patterns with gold threads showed up little by little, first of all, a pair of slender hands crossed on the abdomen, the tender white and slender fingers were tight because of the force, and then up was the mountain protruding from the chest, which was more significant than any woman he had seen, but unfortunately this serious court dress not only blocked the scenery on the chest, Even the neck is only exposed to a short section, which makes people only think about it.

Raising her head, a jade face that seemed to be happy and disgusted appeared in front of her, her face shape was the same as Yang Yuyao, but the latter was thin and looked more like a goose egg, and this concubine was a little rounder, but because a pair of eyes were big and round, it would make people feel just right.

That feeling is very special, it is a kind of alternative stunning, Liu Ji found that he had put aside the identity and status of the other party in history, and simply appreciated her beauty from the perspective of a man looking at a woman, which is still worthy of the evaluation of history.

He didn't stop, calmly raised his head and looked at the other party, only to find that her height was about the same as his own, taller than Yang Yuyao, and he didn't look angry or nervous when he looked at himself, most of them were looking at himself at close range?

"Lady?" Liu Ji held her hand flatly, her eyes fixed on the peony in the high bun, the flowers and leaves still had fresh dew on them, and the pink petals were delicate, which matched her face perfectly.

Yang Yuhuan was called by him and withdrew her gaze, she actually did not face the other party, but wanted to avoid the intersection of his gaze, which was a subconscious protective behavior, but when she found that the man's eyes stopped on her head, the ghost said a word.

"This flower is from the garden."

"Beautiful." Liu Ji praised sincerely.

Yang Yuhuan obviously wouldn't be moved by such a straightforward compliment, but the man's next words made her heart jump involuntarily.

"Although flowers are beautiful, they can't last long, which reminds me of a sentence."

"What?"

"The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face is a flowery tree."

Zhu Yan resigned...... Tree of flowers. ”

Yang Yuhuan muttered this sentence, and her beautiful eyes gradually covered with a layer of mist.

Liu Ji sighed silently, stepped forward to hold her hand, felt the different delicacy and ice shock, and said softly.

"Someone told me that more than ten years ago, Luoyang's peony bloomed extremely prosperously, and more beautiful than the flowers, is the delicate face of a young woman, just because of the crowd of that glance, the woman took root in his heart, he wanted to stay with her whitehead, but God only gave five years of marriage, the lady's heart, is there also a blooming peony, does not belong to anyone, only for the pure land at the bottom of the heart."

"And bloom."

Yang Yuhuan's body trembled, suddenly broke away from his hand, turned his back, Liu Ji handed a Jinpa to her, and after a while, Jinpa was picked up, but he didn't hear any sound, even choked.

"Liu Ji, do you have words?"

"I haven't been crowned yet, I haven't, you can just call me by my real name."

"That's not good."

"What's wrong, you call me Liu Ji, I call you Xiaohuan, only in private, don't care what those people do."

Perhaps it was Xiaohuan's other title that made the woman stunned for a moment, and then covered her mouth and smiled: "How old are you?" ”

Liu Ji's eyes were straight, and he involuntarily made a swallowing motion.

"Otherwise, Sister Xiaohuan will also be successful."

Yang Yuhuan seemed to hesitate slightly, and did not answer his stubble: "That sentence, did you do it?" ”

"Of course not, it was sung by a Taoist priest when he was young, and there seemed to be a few more sentences, and he forgot it for too long, so he only remembered this sentence, and only then did he see the flowers on the lady's head, and he suddenly remembered it."

Yang Yuhuan turned around, his eyes were a little red: "The song you performed today was also done by that Taoist priest?" ”

Liu Ji shook his head, looked into her eyes and said, "It was made by an old man, I just brought it back to Chang'an and fulfilled her wish." ”

"Princess Jincheng?" The other party's intelligence and reaction speed surprised him a little, and he said that he was big-chested and brainless.

"Exactly."

Yang Yuhuan's expression darkened, and he said softly: "It's a pity." ”

This sentence made Liu Ji roughly figure out her path, seeing herself, her bigger mind is still on singing and dancing, this is a young woman with artistic pursuits, and her charm is not enough.

Liu Ji took her hand again, and a trace of gloom flashed in Yang Yuhuan's eyes.

"You ......"

Before she could say anything to refuse, Liu Ji's other hand actually grabbed her waist and whispered in her ear at the same time.

"Sister Xiaohuan, there is a dance, you must not have danced, relax, I will teach you."

The posture of the two is very strange, Liu Ji's left hand is interlocked with her right hand, her right hand is behind her waist, and there is nothing uncomfortable in her eyes, but the two sides are so close to each other, Yang Yuhuan's face slowly turned red.

"It's really a kind of music and dance, from the West."

"Liar, obviously you want to be frivolous......"

"If you don't believe me, listen to me, put your hand on my shoulder, and follow my steps."

What Yang Yuhuan was most afraid of was that he would come strongly, there was not even a waiter outside, and she didn't dare to shout, but the man didn't seem to have that meaning, he just taught her to move seriously, so she followed Liu Ji's instructions and gently put her free hand on his shoulder.

"Okay, watch the rhythm, don't worry, I'll take you."

Liu Ji's left and right hands were exerted at the same time, and the two of them were closer together, and she could even feel the man's breath, circulating in front of her, her heart was beating "thump", and her mind seemed to stop thinking.

"Go"

Liu Ji pulled his left hand and took his right hand around, and took Yang Yuhuan's body around for half a circle, and at the same time began to chant a poem in his mouth.

"The Emperor of the Han Dynasty has been thinking about the Qing country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for it for many years." ()

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