Chapter 18: The Moonlit Night in the Spring River
Luo Yingyue walked very quietly and indifferently. One step at a time, one penny at a time, well, it's too much!
The body is straight, the calves are tense, and the movements are elegant and natural.
Luo Yingyue enjoyed this feeling of being in the spotlight, and everyone's eyes were focused on herself.
"Who is that, why are you dressed like this!"
"That's right, it's immoral, what's the difference between wearing this dress and not wearing it, showing your arms and legs!"
"Especially that foot, what kind of shoes she's wearing!"
Are you talking about weathering with a woman in a green house? ”
The man was also kicked in the head by the donkey.
"I feel like my love is coming!" Someone clasped his hands to his chest, and he looked like he couldn't breathe.
"She's not human, she's not human, hahaha, I've seen her in my dreams, she's a fairy!" Someone shouted frantically.
How beautiful Luo Yingyue is now, it is not an exaggeration to use a phoenix to fall in the chicken nest, and it is still the kind of chicken without hair.
Elegant, noble, and generous!
A smile and a cheek are fiercely eye-catching, as if the thin high heels are not stepping on the ground, but on everyone's heart!
Each dynasty is different, and the aesthetics are different, but the only thing that remains the same is men's pursuit of sex.
Some people say that he likes beautiful women when he is twenty years old, he likes beautiful women when he is thirty years old, he still likes beautiful women when he is fifty years old, and he still likes beautiful women at the age of eighty, so no matter what dynasty or what background, men's resistance to beautiful women is almost zero!
Especially this kind of beauty, the price is clearly marked, and as long as you have money, you can take the beauty into the beauties!
"The Nine Heavens Xuannu descends to the mortal dust, and the Nine Heavens Xuannu descends to the mortal dust!"
Whoa!
The originally quiet hall suddenly erupted into chaos again.
"Miss Luo!" Someone shouted loudly!
"I'm here to see you, Miss Luo, can you sing me a song tonight, the bride is married, the groom is not me!" This should be a poor lovelorn ghost.
"I want a song, I want a song, just sing the Su curtain that I sang last night!"
"Last night? You've drunk too much, Miss Luo sang it three days ago! ”
"You know a fart, Miss Luo's fairy sound, the aftermath of the three days around the beam has not stopped, I seem to be still yesterday!"
The venue is arranged in the Qinglou, which is a platform, where women sit in the middle to play and sing, and sit around to watch the lively people.
The customs of each place are different, the two sides of Qinhuai are dominated by flower boats, a woman is a boat, and whoever wears it is to take a fancy to that person!
Again, whoever sits around here, that's who you fancies!
Jin Hua followed behind Luo Yingyue with a kite.
The golden flower was originally also a flower in the Qinglou, but it only landed like this after the body was destroyed, and the golden flower, which was once a flower, was actually gloomy behind Luo Yingyue today, just like a hen that had been shedding.
Not to mention the golden flower, under Luo Yingyue's outfit, even the noble Phoenix Immortal and the clean peony are all willing to bow down.
"Little Wave Hoof!"
"Where did she get this outfit from?"
"It's really good to please men, I used to die and live, but now I'm not obedient!"
"I've said before that as long as you come here, there will be no chaste martyrs!"
Luo Yingyue was calm on the surface, but there was a burst of ecstasy inside.
It works!
Men are really!
Luo Yingyue came to her platform and bowed slightly to the surroundings.
"Thank you for your support, today the little girl has the courage to play a song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" for everyone! Jinhua, help me get pen and paper! Luo Yingyue turned to Jin Hua and said.
If you want to listen to the moonlit night of the spring river, you must have an intentional environment.
Luo Yingyue didn't understand these woods, she just listened to the excitement.
Those who can come to this green building must be some literati and elegant people, vassal elegance and the like, if you want to make a lot of money and become famous, then you must be a blockbuster!
So why don't you bring pen and paper with you?
Pomp, pomp and circumstance!
Luo Yingyue ignored everyone, sat in front of the zither, and teased carefully.
The legs are neatly placed side by side under the platform, and the slender calves are then at a 45-degree angle to the ground.
The slender and straight calves just made those men think about it.
It's a very wonderful scene, a woman dressed in fashion, surrounded by a group of lustful, salivating men, Childe.
And the strange thing is that so many people have not spoken out against anyone, and no one has stepped forward to be rude.
Maybe it was Luo Yingyue's aura that crushed them to death.
Such a noble girl, who can do it!
In less than a while, Jin Hua walked over with a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Quill?
Luo Yingyue was stunned for a moment, but then she was relieved.
Fortunately, when she was in college, she signed up for a calligraphy interest class.
"The little girl is not talented, write a poem, and entertain everyone!"
The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.
Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river!
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.
The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.
Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.
Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?
Life has been infinite for generations, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
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Luo Yingyue stood up, bowed down and wrote, the pen is like flowing water, swaying vertically and horizontally, changing and smart, scaling and rhythmic, beautiful handwriting and long, curved or straight, lifting and pressing clearly, and pulling the silk strongly!
For a while, some literate people came forward to watch and unconsciously read it out all over again.
"The spring river flowers and moonlit nights, the spring river tide is even with the sea, and the sea is called the common tide." "Yes, yes! What a genius the girl is! ”
"Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river!" "Wonderful, really wonderful!"
For a while, several people rushed forward in surprise.
For a time, a group of literati and writers talked about writing around a woman in a green building.
Luo Yingyue wrote a sentence, and the group of people read a sentence.
Later, some people read it word by word.
And then the words and sentences are set off for a burst of hype.
Some people even panicked and began to write it down.
"The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road. I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. ”
Word stop, put pen away!
On that rough yellow paper, there was beautiful handwriting and long verses.
Many people shook their heads, savored them, and let out a sigh of admiration from time to time.
"In this situation, I would like to present it to you with a song!" Luo Yingyue saluted slightly around again.
With the start of Zheng, a song of the moonlit night of the Spring River emanated!
In a fairyland, the moon rises and the river waves, the twilight green smoke, and the flowers are drunk and happy.
A lake, a boat, a piano, a furnace of incense!
Spring River Flower Moon!
One person, one artistic conception, one person, one perception.
Compose poems first, play the piano, Luo Yingyue wants this effect!
For a while, everyone was fascinated!
Some people burst into tears when they heard this, some people yearned for it, and some shook their heads and sighed!
Luo Yingyue knew that she had succeeded!