Liang Pengfei bowed slightly to Governor Marcello, took Mrs. Blanche's hand, and walked to the brightly lit dance floor, where the handsome and tall Young Master Liang and the beautiful and touching Governor's wife will become the lead dancers today.

The back garden of the Governor's Palace is lit with candles, the noisy music echoes in the night sky, those carefully decorated ribbons and bouquets make the whole back garden look like a fairyland on earth, on the dance floor, with the march of the melody, Liang Pengfei and Mrs. Blanche joined hands to dance a beautiful waltz, this era, the waltz did not be popular for a long time, but its beautiful dance steps have become the favorite of the ladies of the court.

Fortunately, it's a waltz, if it's some kind of palace minuet or something more ancient Western court dance, then Young Master Liang is really completely blind.

With the rhythm of the dance music, Liang Pengfei picked up his dance partner Mrs. Blanche, and began to dance in this cheerful dance music, the two of them were tightly attached to each other, accompanied by the three-beat dance music smoothly started the dance steps, with the movement of the dance steps, with obvious lifting movements and formed a continuous wave, coupled with the soft and dexterous tilt, swing, reflex and rotation, the cooperation between the two gradually became smooth from the beginning of the jerky, the unique charm of the elegant, There are also the generous and gorgeous dance steps, which attracted the attention of everyone present.

"I didn't expect you to waltz too, it's amazing." Blanche's towering and full chest pressed tightly against Liang Pengfei's strong chest, and as the dance steps rotated, her pretty face looked even more charming under the light.

"Don't be too surprised, every man represents a mystery in this world, always waiting for a lady with a heart to discover." Liang Pengfei's snort brushed Mrs. Blanche's earlobe, blowing so that she couldn't help but let out a low cry like a sigh, and her body was a little weak, but Liang Pengfei mastered the rhythm well, and spun quickly with the delicate and weak Mrs. Blanche.

"If only I could be ten years younger...... "Mrs. Blanche's eyes looked at the handsome and tall young man in a misty manner. Her heart was beating faster than she danced.

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"Where's your husband?" Liang Pengfei weighed the opportunity to spin and glanced around, only to find that Mr. Governor Marcello, who was supposed to be standing on the sidelines, had actually disappeared.

"My husband?" There was a hint of mockery on Lady Blanche's lips: "Now it's time to talk to my maid in a corner of the garden about the parting feelings of the past few days." ”

Hearing this, Master Liang almost threw the spinning Mrs. Blanche off the dance floor. I said, I can't imagine that the Western aristocracy has already caught up with the United States in this era, and I am afraid that it is still too much.

"What's all the fuss about? This is the life of a nobleman, my husband, who married me because of my family lineage, and I married him precisely because I could escape a marriage, and a marriage that might make me marry an old duke old enough to be my grandfather. The corners of Mrs. Blanche's mouth curled, revealing helpless mockery and sarcasm, not knowing whether it was to herself, or to the era in which she lived, the Europe in which she lived.

Hearing this explanation, Liang Pengfei couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart. "It's the fault of this time, it's not yours."

These words shrouded Mrs. Blanche's eyes with a faint mist, and her eyelashes were blinked again, and the corners of her mouth curved seductively: "You are really reassuring, every word seems to be able to reach my heart." The full chest was closer to the sweet mouth of the Oriental man in front of him.

Feeling the warmth of nephrite, Liang Pengfei felt like a cluster of flames in his throat. "Madam, you must know that I am a normal man, be careful."

This ambiguous phrase that seemed like a warning made Mrs. Blanche laugh out loud, and her seductive eyes became more and more seductive. "I find myself liking you more and more, dear Liang. Sometimes you look like an old and mature politician, but sometimes you look like a young boy, a cute little man. ”

"Little man?" Liang Pengfei's eyes lit up with a fire of aggression. Riding a flying spin, Liang Pengfei gently bit Mrs. Blanche's small earlobe: "Madam, men can't just use this little word......

Mrs. Blanche was caught in the earlobe by the burning lips, as if she had been drained of her strength by a vampire, if it weren't for the fact that this was the dance floor and there were countless pairs of eyes next to her, Mrs. Blanche would have fallen into Liang Pengfei's arms at this moment.

At the end of the song, in the eyes and applause of people's envy and jealousy, Liang Pengfei walked out of the dance floor with Mrs. Blanche, who was a little out of breath and had a face as delicate as an orchid.

"It's been a long time since I've danced so happily, and you're really a qualified dance partner, look at their eyes, but they've always looked at you with envy and appreciation." Mrs. Blanche, who seemed a little gasping because of the activity, took a small step, the small folding fan in her hand kept fanning on her chest, like a colorful butterfly flying on her full chest, her pretty face was already stained with red, and her silky eyes were in the candlelight, as if there was a stream flowing in it, and the waves of glass were sparkling.

"It should be said that it is your beauty and beauty that make us the focus of the audience." Liang Pengfei took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, it was already December, or winter for the Luzon Islands near the equator, there was no way to feel a trace of cold, only heat and humidity.

"You can really talk, it's so stuffy here, would you like to walk with me?" Mrs. Blanche's eyes swept around, like a thief in a shopping mall, and after a while, she mustered up her courage and sent an invitation to Liang Pengfei, as if she really wanted to visit the garden where she had lived for several years, and was so familiar that she could recognize the way with her eyes closed.

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Of course, Liang Pengfei gladly accepted the order, and was being entangled by two Spanish girls to the point that his scalp was numb, and Shi Dakaiben, who was like Guan Gong, was also going to follow, but Liang Pengfei left him here on the grounds that Shi Dakai wanted to conduct more international exchanges during his absence.

As for the white scholar and Monk Chen, the two of them didn't understand their own thoughts, so they just stayed far behind, and by the way, they helped Young Master Liang clean up the idle people nearby, so as not to interfere with Young Master Liang's walking trip.

The two of them walked among the flowers, looking at the stars dotted in the night sky, and their hearts felt much more relaxed. Liang Pengfei and Mrs. Blanche sat on a bench, which was backed by a wall overgrown with vines, and in front of it, a winding path, surrounded by flowers and plants, and the bright moonlight waving down from the sky, making this area seem real and illusory, and at this time there was no longer any noise on the dance floor, only the faint sound of music flowing.

"On a moonlit night, the night is so beautiful." Mrs. Blanche sighed intoxicatedly, her beautiful long dress striking the floor, the peacock blue dress contrasting with her white skin.

"Look at the green darkness and the winding path of moss, the night is so gentle, the queen of the moon is ascending the throne, I don't know how many people toss and turn, unable to sleep." Liang Pengfei sniffed the fragrance on Mrs. Blanche's body, and was equally intoxicated.

Hearing Liang Pengfei's poems as moving as a poetry recitation, Mrs. Blanche's eyes were full of spring water. "You speak more beautifully than a poet."

"That's because having a beautiful lady like you by my side gives me endless fantasies and inspirations." The flowery Young Master Liang had almost squeezed Mrs. Blanche into the corner of the chair, and the wild aura of the male surname was like an overwhelming sandstorm, making Mrs. Blanche's breathing almost stop.

"Don't be like that, on a night like this, we should talk about poetry or art." Mrs. Blanche bit her red lips, and her misty eyes revealed a scorching flame.

Say your grandmother's, hell poetry and art. Young Master Liang rolled his eyes wildly, you little girl, you seduce your young master and me for a long time, and you actually want to play poetry and art at this juncture? Discussing body art is pretty much the same as yellow accent minor.

Dealing with such a young woman who likes a romantic atmosphere, Young Master Liang still has a trick, and his hands that have climbed the amazing double peaks of the surname continue to move, but the expression on his face is not silver at all, like a brick tutor from an art academy explaining the beauty and structure of the human body lines to female students. "Of course, we are now speculating on art, dear madam, your body is simply a masterpiece of God, a living statue of the god of beauty, and even the hands of the greatest sculptor of the Renaissance, Master Michelangelo, who turned decay into magic, can only be ashamed of himself......"

"Don't be like this, Liang, be gentle, don't hurt me, look at my clothes are going to be torn off by you......" Mrs. Blanche's whole body was hot as if it was on fire, her plump lips were like an orchid, and her silky eyes were like a wild cat that had climbed onto the roof in the spring, and her hands were tightly wrapped around Liang Pengfei's neck.

The provocative action, the hypocritical and polite language, on the contrary, inspired the wild surname of the young master Liang, his hands slammed hard, accompanied by a low cry from Mrs. Blanche, the button behind the expensive evening dress was torn open by the brute force of the young master Liang, the moonlight scattered all over her delicate body, perfect round and towering, the lingering whisper in the throat, like a hunting goddess bathing in a hot spring, exuding a fatal temptation in laziness.

"Dear Blanche, my little angel, you know? You are really beautiful, I must be very gentle. The moonlight happened to shine on Young Master Liang's face at this moment, the evil and silver smile was like a human wolf on a moonlit night, the strong body was like an impregnable fortress, and the soft and seductive body was held in his arms, and he carried it over the bench, so that this seductive and delicate body was tightly attached to the wall overgrown with vines.

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(To be continued)