The girl in the pavilion is graceful, and the young man is elegant like a fairy, like a golden boy and jade girl in the fairy class, a good pair. King Ying stood with his hands in his hands, "It's the little sister who dances, and the one who plays the flute is the son of the nurse of the house, named Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao has followed the Taoist for ten years to learn art, and now he has just come back." Li Jian said softly.

"Ten years of Taoism, who did you learn from?" Li Nian stepped forward to report: "According to Jiang Yao, the master has no name, and he has just followed the master everywhere in the past ten years. "Most of the high-ranking people are idle clouds and wild cranes." King Ying is a fanatical follower of Taoism, and he remembers the name Jiang Yao.

At the end of the song, Jiang Yao and Bao Chuan dance music were in harmony for the first time, but the dance and the song complemented each other. The essence of the dance expresses Hongyan's yearning and thirst for freedom, and Bao Chuan's interpretation is incisive. And Jiang Yao was originally a person who stepped on the moon and chased the wind, free and reckless, so he naturally understood the beauty of having freedom. The two are the icing on the cake for each other. The melodious sound of the flute is full of brightness, and the beauty of the dance is full of vigorous vitality.

The people by the lake were applauding, and Bao Chuan and Jiang Yao were just on the pavilion and rewarded them with courtesy. After all, she is a lady of the boudoir, although King Ying is still unsatisfied, but I can't say that I haven't seen enough of another song. Li Jian invited King Ying and his entourage to the front hall, and the guests and hosts sat down. Xue Shang led a few of his entourage to sit elsewhere.

King Ying wanted to invite Jiang Yao to come and talk about it, but when he saw an elder in the pavilion, he must have taken advantage of the beautiful wind and sunshine, and several people were enjoying the joy of family, so he gave up.

"The flute is playing well." Bao Chuan snuggled up to Jiang's side, and Jiang took a towel to wipe her sweat, "Look at it, you're tired and sweating." "Jiang feels sorry for his daughter," the dancer said reasonably. After Jiang Yao finished speaking, he looked at her for a long time, as if you had seen the Thrilling Dance many times. Bao Chuan's eyes flowed, squinting at him, not bothering with him, we adults have a lot.

"This dance should only be in the sky, and it is rare to see it in the world. Don't listen to Yao'er's nonsense, he is watching the dance cover the music, and he is not convinced. "Mother loves Bao'er the most," Bao Chuan buried her pretty face in Jiang's arms. Jiang Yao sat on the railing and laughed secretly, he wanted to tease her. A few mothers enjoy flowers and tea, it is already in the middle of the day. After a long time, Jiang's body couldn't bear it, and a pair of children accompanied her back to rest

The Sixteen Princes' Mansion is located in the northeast of Chang'an City, east of Anguo Temple, where the royal descendants live. King Ying's house and King An were next to each other.

King Ying returned to the house and came directly to the inner house. He recently received a beautiful woman, the woman he gave to Hanyu Jiulong Pei that day. Wang was originally a well-known kabuki in Pingkangli.

Takakura sent the beauty to her home that day, and later found out the details of the beauty, King Xiang has a heart, and the goddess has a heart, how can it not be done. King Ying gave Wang's mother a generous gift, and Wang knew that her mother was a person, warned her that she would never see her again in this life, and sent her far away from Chang'an City.

King Ying chose a good day, and a plain sedan chair carried the Wang family into the house. In the past, when the Wang family wanted to be in decline, it was a blessing to be able to get rid of prostitution and marry a lover as a wife. I didn't think that today, I would step into the sky and enter the eyes of King Ying, and I had to enter the palace. She was lonely when she was young, and it was her mother who adopted her and led her into prostitution. Although she didn't know where her ancestral grave was buried, it was still a green smoke from the ancestral grave.

Wang Meiren is both beautiful and artistic, and now she is in the limelight. Wang Meiren dressed up to greet her, her face was like a peach blossom, charming and charming. Combing the peacock's open bun, the green pearl carved peacock mouth with ruby hangs in front of the forehead, charming and elegant. Wang Meiren only wore a bandeau on her upper body, wearing a thin veil like cicada wings, and her cream-like skin loomed, adding to the charm.

Wang Meiren was born as a dancing girl, and speculating on people's hearts is a compulsory course. If she was dressed like this on weekdays, King Ying would embrace her lovingly, "My beauty is as beautiful as a fairy." Today, King Ying was crooked on the couch, looking at her without the slightest expression. Wang Meiren didn't ask, but gently massaged him to relieve his fatigue. "The craftsmanship of the beauty is getting better and better." King Ying took her slender jade finger and pulled her into his arms.

"Is it good for the concubine to sing and dance for the prince to relieve boredom?" "Dance a song "Amazing Dance"." King Ying sat on the couch and took out the white jade flute and put it to his lips, and the flute sounded. Wang Meiren is like a red cloud, light and elegant, her skirt is raised as if she wants to fly away from the wind, and her beautiful eyes are full of affection. Wang Meiren's dance is a cloud on the banquet, soft and beautiful. Bao Chuan's dance is a touch of green in early spring, fresh and smart.

At the end of the song, the beauty has spring on her face, and she is slightly panting. King Ying suddenly became excited, and he comforted the beauty: "This king still has something to deal with, you should rest early." "The concubine sends off the prince." The beauty lowered her long eyelashes to hide a look of disappointment in her eyes.

A man's heart, a needle under the sea, is difficult to fathom. Wang Meiren looked at the back of King Ying's hurried departure, and her mood was gloomy.

King Ying is twenty years old, and he only accepts one side concubine, and the side concubine Guo is not small. She is a descendant of Guo Ziyi, who quelled the Anshi Rebellion and made great military achievements. Guo's middle-class posture, gentle and humble. There are a lot of warblers and swallows in the house, and the Guo family does not fight or grab, and they are devoted to their husbands and daughters.

King Ying did not set up Guo as a concubine, his mother's family is powerful, if he is jealous, he wants to be happy. The identity of the side room is there, even if you want to interfere with him, you have to weigh your own weight. Therefore, he withstood the pressure of the Empress Dowager, but he did not straighten out the Guo family.

King Ying didn't go anywhere, and went straight back to his bedroom. Henchmen and henchmen don't understand the heart of the prince, how can they be called confidants. "The prince hasn't hunted for a long time, why don't you ask a few people to hunt?" Takakura suggestion. "Okay." King Ying was happy. "Tomorrow you send the sticker, no, you send the post right away, and tomorrow you go hunting."

Takakura agreed, but his body stood still. "Go quickly," King Ying picked up a broken peony from the lotus leaf plate and threw it at Gao Cang. Takakura bowed down and took it, pinning it to his hat casually. King Ying laughed, "The prince appreciates the flowers, a small honor." ”

He raised his hand to touch it and pose. Seeing that King Ying smiled, he bowed down and said, "Lord, time is tight, right?" "King Ying is right to think about it." Send the post tomorrow morning. "Takakura received the will." King An, Li Mansion, Cui Mansion. "With a lady?" Gao Cang looked at the prince. King Ying clasped a few hands and said casually: "Miss Li and the flute boy will go with you." ”

Takakura got the order and accidentally laughed out loud. King Ying reached out to pluck the broken branch, and Takakura quickly ran away. This kid has crooked bowels and knows his thoughts. King Ying made proper arrangements, just looking forward to seeing the beauty again, he came to Yaxing, wanted to chant poetry and paint, and did not ask the beauty to accompany him. Laying paper and grinding ink by himself, Thakin pen by the reins, a girl swinging on the paper jumped on the paper.