Chapter 125

Mo Yu's piano sound reached the climax, and Mu Yan's dancing posture also kept spinning, and his toes touched the ground gently, as if he was about to leave the ground at any time, accompanied by the two butterflies flapping their wings and leaving.

Each layer of Mu Yan's skirt fluttered, layer by layer, blooming in front of everyone's eyes, like blooming petals, blooming gorgeously in front of them.

Mu Yan's footsteps became faster and faster, so fast that it seemed that his toes had not touched the ground at all, and the movements of Mo Yu's hands were also sped up, and the notes that followed one after the other flowed out compactly, pulling everyone's heartstrings.

Just when the sound of Mo Yu's strings reached its highest point, Mu Yan's arms were stretched, his posture was graceful, his chin was slightly raised, his snow-white neck was as smooth as jade, and his hair was sprinkled on his shoulders like splashing ink, which added a bit of mystery.

Mu Yan stepped on the strings accompanied by Mo Yu, and every sound was beating into everyone's hearts, as if he was also dancing with Mu Yan.

Suddenly, there was a flute and Mo Yu's piano sound in concert, which happened to be accompanied, without a little deviation, as if it should have existed.

Everyone was still intoxicated with such a dance posture and the sound of accompaniment, and suddenly heard the inexplicable sound of the flute, and looked at the sound in some surprise, and looked carefully, it was Xiao Heng, the eldest grandson of Xiao He, the right minister, who was blowing the flute.

Xiao Heng put Xiao to his mouth, and the sound of the accompaniment was crisp and pleasant, without the slightest abrupt feeling of outsiders, but more like the icing on the cake.

"It's worthy of Xiao Heng, and sure enough, he is also very good at playing the flute." Everyone was in awe, a few whispers whispered, and all their thoughts were focused on the performance of these three people.

"Wow, that's amazing." Yi Min heard the sound of the flute, as if he couldn't see other performances, staring directly at Xiao Heng's position, holding his cheeks, two blushes flew on his face, and muttered to himself.

Yi Min's eyes followed Xiao Heng tightly, looking at Xiao Heng's white fingers, each finger moved, there would be different notes flowing, as if slowly flowing into his heart, Yi Min's mind had already drifted out, following different notes, immersed in such an environment.

"It's wonderful." The few girls around Yi Min also looked straight, not only because of Xiao Heng's flute sound, but also because of his brilliant appearance, looking warm as jade, this is the wishful husband in the eyes of the boudoir girl.

"En, the eldest son of the Xiao family is really worthy of his name, not only is he good-looking, but I heard that he treats people very well, and I have never seen him angry." The other girl nodded approvingly, her eyes kept staring at Xiao Heng, hoping to notice her existence, even if it was just a glance.

Xiao Heng, Xiao Heng, this name lingers in Yi Min's ears like a spell, no matter where Xiao Heng appears, he will always be the focus of attention, or a dazzling existence, all eyes will gather here, because of his talent, because of his own dazzling.

"Come on." Regardless of whether Xiao Heng can hear it or not, whether Xiao Heng notices his position or not, Yi Min prays for Xiao Heng devoutly, although this is Xiao Heng's voluntary accompaniment, but Yi Min hopes from the bottom of his heart that Xiao Heng can achieve better results, no matter what it is.

"Shhhh The people around were fascinated by the hearing, and when they heard the sound of discussion around them, they couldn't help but raise their fingers and whisper to the people around them.

The girls around them couldn't help but understand, and their faces were a little red to stop their words, and they continued to focus all their energy on the three people in front of them.

The courtyard was quiet, they were all obsessed with such accompaniment, and they didn't dare to make other sounds, even the rough Ren Tong had always disliked the things of these elegant people, but at this time they were also attracted by the sound of the flute.

Those martial artists were still chattering at the beginning, and until the time of the flute ensemble, those martial artists opened their mouths and did not make the slightest sound, just staring blankly at the center of the venue.

The rare quiet, not only Mu Yan who danced, but also Mo Yu who accompanied him at the beginning, or Xiao Heng who joined the ensemble at the end, the huge venue, it seemed that there were only three people left, quietly, only the sound of the accompaniment could be heard, mixed with the sound of Mu Yan's spinning footsteps and the ground.

Su Yuan didn't know what to think in her heart now, her lips pursed tightly, she looked very unhappy, tried her best to cover it up, but in the end she failed, and she was resentful in her heart, the purpose of the original plan was to make Su Meiren ugly, after all, the dress on her body was not a simple origin.

But who would have expected that his own step would become Mu Yan's stepping stone, but it would make Mu Yan the protagonist of tonight's banquet, more gorgeous and eye-catching.

The cup in Su Yuan's hand was about to be deformed, the water in the cup kept shaking and trembling, and a few pieces of tea were stranded on the edge of the cup, standing still.

The maid behind Su Yan was also stupid when she heard it, and she unconsciously praised a few words in her mouth, praising Mu Yan's graceful posture, who knew that the concubine in front of her turned around and glared at her viciously, and the temperature around her body seemed to drop in a straight line, a little cold.

The maid closed her mouth tightly, not knowing what she had done wrong, or what, the concubine who provoked her was unhappy, so she could only bow her head and dare not continue to look up at the central venue, she could only look at her toes, and her heart was a little weak.

Ren Feng'er, who was sitting on one side, not only looked at Mu Yan's posture, but also paid more attention to Yin Chenglu's changes, saw the appreciation in Yin Chenglu's eyes, looked at Yin Chenglu's eyes as if there was no one else except Mu Yan, bit his lower lip, a little unwilling, his previous efforts could not be in vain, and he had not yet gotten what he wanted.

"You go give me those things." Ren Feng'er frowned, not knowing what she was planning, and turned around and instructed the maid behind her, muttering that she didn't know what to say.

"Yes, okay." The maid was afraid of missing the slightest thing, so she silently remembered it, nodded in response, and then hurried away.

Ren Feng'er's body straightened forward slightly, her eyes looked at Mu Yan who was spinning in the center without blinking, her mouth pursed slightly, and her body seemed to be ready to get up at any time.

"Miss?" The maid took the things, held them in her arms with some hesitation, stood on the side of the venue, and called Ren Feng'er softly, not knowing what to do next.

"Yes." Ren Feng'er looked calm, followed the voice and looked over, saw that she had brought what she ordered, nodded, it was the beginning, the maids were lying on the ground beside Mu Yan, spreading out the white juan that Ren Feng'er requested, and the color ink was also placed on one side, small and delicate on both sides.

When those things were already fully prepared, the maids lowered their heads and stepped aside, and the people who were doing it also saw Ren Feng'er's move, and they were a little puzzled, staring at Ren Feng'er's position, as if wondering what this move was for.

I saw Ren Feng'er walking to the center very indifferently, the boots under her feet had been taken off, only wearing white socks, walked to Mu Yan's side, stretched out her sleeves, although the clothes on Ren Feng'er's body were not as brilliant as Mu Yan's, but they were also precious, and when she opened her sleeves, those light yarns reflected different lights, and the shiny ones were eye-catching.

Mu Yan felt that something was wrong around him, but there was no pause in the dancing, but he just saw Ren Feng'er dancing with him out of the corner of his eye, and he was slightly stunned.

Ren Feng'er did not dance like Mu Yan, but danced her own rhythm, followed by the accompaniment of Mo Yu and Xiao Heng, and rotated in the center at once.

Stepping on Bai Juan in the center with both feet, the light-colored clothes on her body blended with such Bai Juan, it was very harmonious, there was no abrupt feeling, Ren Feng'er's left foot stood up gently, took a step forward, her right foot stayed in place, her sleeves waved forward, and the hairpin on her head kept swinging.

Just when everyone thought that Ren Feng'er was just dancing with him, he was just about to look away, when he saw one of Ren Feng'er's feet on the plate of colored ink beside him, stained with black ink.

Ren Feng'er stayed for the slightest moment, and continued to tap the ground with her toes, and the ink that had not yet dried up stained Bai Juan on the ground, leaving a heavy black stroke. After a few spins, Ren Feng'er's toes were stained with different colors, as if it was just to complete the dance movements, and it seemed that she had accidentally touched the ink.

Bai Juan on the ground absorbed all kinds of colors, with the unique behavior of color ink, lingering around Ren Feng'er's body, with Ren Feng'er's movements, the fragrance of those inks was clearly transmitted, and the people around him could smell the unique fragrance.

Looking carefully at the white juan on the ground, I couldn't see what the prototype was, I could only see that there were many stripes of different colors, and there were some mottled traces, and I couldn't see other changes.

Mu Yan's dancing posture is becoming more and more refined and skilled, in comparison, Ren Feng'er next to him seems to have a slight advantage, although he can't find the wrong dance, but with the comparison, it looks a little bland, but the emphasis is on Ren Feng'er's uniqueness, and everyone's eyes always unconsciously look at the Bai Juan at Ren Feng'er's feet.

Ren Feng'er didn't seem to feel the wetness of her toes, the position of her toes was already mixed with a variety of colors, and a large part of the colored ink on those small plates had already been used, and a few were scattered on the ground, blooming one small flower after another, which was extremely cute.