Qingyu wiped away her tears, but none of this was seen by Jiang Yunhe, she knew it in her heart.

"What are you talking about? You never owe me, but I owe you, and you will understand later. ”

Just after saying this, the atmosphere of the two people suddenly became awkward, it had been fogged, the two of them went to bed early, they were too tired these days, whether it was Qingyu or Jiang Yunhe, they were counting on a good rest tonight, so that they could regain their strength to meet tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, Jiang Yunhe got up early to clean up again, packed up her dance skirt, her figure was still slender, and the previous scars on her body were gradually getting better, her skin was as smooth as jade, and the whole person was like bathing in milk, if there was sunlight, it could even be refracted light.

Her good skin, is really envied by many people, her skin is not acquired, but born like this, the acquired skin, although it can also achieve such an effect, but it is less natural, there is no such rustic feeling, her skin is jeep and noble in one, but people can't take their eyes off it.

The business of the Drunken Snow Pavilion is generally done at night, and the night is the most lively time, and there are people who come to talk about things during the day, but during the day, I always feel that the atmosphere is not quite right, after all, in broad daylight, how can I hide dirt and dirt.

So everyone likes to be the same at night, and naturally there is no business during the day, so she re-dances the dance she learned in the room.

She didn't feel unfamiliar, she was slowly twisting her waist like when she was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and she seemed to have returned to when she was a young lady.

This bad memory is about to be dispelled.

She suddenly remembered that her mother had brought her soup to drink, and that the people had picked flowers and made her wear them on her head, and that she would always call them to her room and put some silver.

Qinglian will always accompany her to bask in the sun at this time, talk for a while, in the gazebo, the two of them are unrestrained thinking about how to live in the future? Say something inconsequential.

As she danced, she remembered the past, and the dance steps became faster and faster, and the memories spun around in her mind faster and faster, never stopping for a moment.

Finally, in the middle of the dance, her memory also stopped recalling, and those happy days have nothing to do with her now, he must work hard to control now, return to his former home, and then start a happy life again, can't go on like this anymore.

It's very simple to dance by one person at night, and if there is nothing superfluous, just let her dance.

The dancing posture is light and agile, the body is as light as a swallow, the body is soft as a cloud, the arms are as soft as bones, and the dance posture is like a lotus flower step by step, such as a butterfly flying among the flowers, such as a gurgling flowing water, such as the bright moon in the deep mountains, such as the morning light in the alley, and the round dew at the tip of the lotus leaf.

She suddenly frowned, showing infinite sorrow, and suddenly smiled, showing boundless joy; Suddenly, he lowered his eyelashes sideways, showing a low shyness; suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him, showing the fury of the storm; Suddenly, he gently nodded his forehead and stroked his arms, painted his eyes and eyebrows, and performed delicate and proper makeup; Suddenly, he stood tall and drew his bow with arrows, so that the sound of strings could almost be heard.

The person watching the dance was also moved, and commented in a moment's distraction: "Rui Gong Lang Yuan." Listen to Jun Tiandi music, know him a few times. Competing for the world, a new biography of lotus picking. The willow waist is light, and the warbler has a tongue. Who is bound by the smoke and waves. Helplessly, the heavenly step has already urged the shift to change. But driving Cailuan, Hibiscus is looking forward to it. May every year, accompany this feast. ”

The beads swirl and the stars swayed, and the flowers and vines shook and the dragon and snake moved. Dancing low willow floor heart moon, singing peach blossom fan wind and incense, don't pity lotus steps, long sorrow Luo socks Ling Bo go. I saw the dance back to the wind, but there was nowhere to go. Stealing through the palace is stable, and standing in a trap. It should be difficult to say delicately, and it must be seen from the palm of your hand.

The light step dances like a swallow nesting, and flies high like a magpie bird night terror. The beautiful dance posture is leisurely and soft, and the agile swift flying body is as light as the wind. Her wonderful appearance is superb, and her quality is jade and clear. Cultivate their appearance and conduct to show their will, and think alone in the distant underworld. The ambition is to express the momentum of the high mountains, which is intended to dance in the flowing water.

The lights on the stage are soft. The buds that are waiting to be released, sucking the spring rain, are slowly blooming. The blooming lotus flowers accompanied by bursts of ethereal clouds and smoke slowly flew into the nine heavens, and a girl in a pink gauze dress, holding a pale yellow oil-paper umbrella, danced, like a fairy, like a butterfly, like jasper.

Jiang Yunhe's dance is really good.

There are beautiful women in the southern country, dancing lightly with green waists. The feast is in the autumn twilight, and the clouds and rain are flying. It is as graceful as a dragon and as graceful as a dragon. The more Yan strikes the front stream, Wu Ji stops white. Second: the slow state cannot be poor, and the complicated posture is bent to the end. The low lotus breaks the waves, and the messy snow lingers in the wind. When the fall flows, the repair wants to go back to the void. I couldn't catch it, so I flew away to chase the shock.

It's hard to describe.

The man spoke, mouth shut, silent, open, nervous.

"The beauty of a person is twofold. One is the outer beauty, and the other is the inner beauty. I think. There is no such thing as a perfect woman. In the hearts of men. A standard woman should be: beautiful in appearance and in good shape. Mental health. Take care of others. Have noble sentiments. Have a magnanimous heart. Inner beauty is not easy to find, though. But that's the most beautiful. ”

When the man said this, his eyes stared at Jiang Yunhe, waiting for her reply.

Some people are destined to wait for others, and some people are destined to be waited for. Waiting requires firm faith, not to be discouraged or to be dreamy. Waiting is inevitably boring and even painful, but people who have nothing to look forward to are even more boring and painful, waiting is not an easy thing, waiting requires us to have great capacity.

He was so anxious that he wanted to marry her, and he waited for a reply, feeling as uncomfortable as a mosquito bite.

If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight, as long as the love between the two is unswerving, why should they get together sooner or later.

He can only enlighten himself.

The woman was only concerned with dancing herself, and did not pay attention to his expression, so she naturally could not see the strong love and the anxiety waiting for a reply.

And a trace of nervousness, sweaty embarrassment.

It's really hard for that man, and he got lovesickness.

The strange thing is that the woman he likes in front of him is in front of him, and he is very brave and says what he thinks in his heart.

He had never seen such a woman, like a god, so that he could not fathom it, but he wanted to do his best to pass it.

tortured him like this, so much so that he sweated all over.

Only the eyes are still straight.

After waiting for a long time, Jiang Yunhe finished dancing, and the man was still looking at her.

She didn't respond, and of course she wouldn't say yes.