Night, as scheduled. Pedestrians come and go on the road, but they don't wander around aimlessly like usual. They have only one destination - Flower Full Building! Long ago, Hua Manlou was the most famous green building in the capital, and it was reasonable for a newcomer to blow such a big wind this time.

The hall of the Huamanlou has long been impassable, and people outside the door are still scrambling, and the Huamanlou is brightly lit and lively. In the private room on the second floor, the golden purple cloud furnace burns the fine silver scale incense, the seven-foot screen is embroidered with a cloud double python, a man is very beautiful and abnormally sitting on a red sandalwood Taishi chair, and a pot of good "exquisite jade" on the red sandalwood table, pouring the cup with the movements of the people on the table, and the fragrance of wine is overflowing in an instant, and people are drunk. If you ask who this man is, isn't it our Nangong Xuan!

"Zhan Zhan, what kind of peerless beauty do you say this newcomer should be, you see this Bi Chi smiling with oily face, and his eyes have turned into copper coins." Nangong Xuan raised his head, and drank all the wine in the cup, as if he had tasted all the delicacies, and such good wine was not enough for him to savor it.

"This, when is she not like this, in my opinion, she is an old bustard in a green building, where can her vision go, and the newcomer is just a vulgar fan!" Gu Zhan stood behind Nangong Xuan with his sword in both hands, his face was not good, "Lord Wang, it is better for you to come to this place less in the future, this fat powder smell alone will make people unable to eat." ”

"Eh, this is a bad statement, I have seen these beauties who I still pity, and it is too late for me to feel distressed." Nangong Xuan said nonsense, but his eyes were clear, like a gentleman who had passed among thousands of flowers and did not touch his body, but he was noble and extraordinary.

The master and servant spoke, only to hear the sudden silence below, and when they looked at it, they realized that it was the old bustard who came to the stage to create momentum for no reason, "Ladies and gentlemen, you have come to the right place today, our girls who are full of flowers, although they are all flowers and moons, and the country is beautiful and fragrant, but I have never seen a person like a gratuitous girl, who is in the Qinglou but has a cold temperament, and is as holy as a lotus." Would you like to see it? ”

"Yes! Think! Think! Everyone in the audience couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly, shouting while holding the girl who accompanied them and eating tofu.

"Okay, then, let's let our unprovoked girl appear." After Bi Chi finished speaking, with a wave of his big hand, layers of white yarn fell on the stage, encircling the center of the stage, and someone with a heart counted it carefully, and there were 21 layers! This white veil shines under the light of the candle flame, and the colorful light is faintly visible, so it is not dazzling.

"This is, Moonshine Veil?" Nangong Xuan was secretly shocked in his heart, "What a big deal, Hua Manlou attaches so much importance to a prostitute?" ”

"Moonshine yarn?" Gu Zhan was puzzled why he had never heard of it.

"Moonlight yarn, is made by the queen of Longyou country, hang this yarn, no matter how strong the sunlight penetrates into it is as soft as the moonlight, just a horse is no less than a hundred gold, this 21 layers of moonlight yarn, tsk......" Nangong Xuan raised a glass to the candle, the glass cup was as warm as jade, but it lost color in a pair of slender hands, this hand is more beautiful than the glass, the bones are distinct, slender and white, it is really beautiful.

"This moonlight yarn is so precious, but I don't know if this unprovoked girl is worth this money?"

"Shhhhh Nangong Xuan contemplated.

The sound of the "Zheng" piano is like a ball falling on the plate, which is extremely crisp; Like mountains and flowing water, smoky; Like Jin Ge Iron Horse, murderous.

The sound of the piano, the white yarn danced, everyone listened to the sound of the piano, like fairy music in their ears, desperately wanted to see what kind of wonderful person was in the moonlight yarn, Yi Shuihan bowed his head slightly, ten fingers stroked the piano, if Nangong Xuan's hand is comparable to glass, then Yi Shuihan is the real white jade flawless, Yi Shuihan has a thousand thoughts, the prelude is over, and the lips are lightly opened:

The Han Emperor was heavy on the country, and Yuyu couldn't ask for it for many years.

The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy.

The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance.

The cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night.

The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on.

There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing.

There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one.

The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all in the land, and poor and glorious are born.

So he ordered the hearts of parents all over the world not to be born again male and female.

The high place of the Li Palace enters the green clouds, and the fairy music wind is heard everywhere.

Slow singing and dancing and condensing silk bamboo, the king does not see enough.

Yu Yang Mo came agitatedly, breaking the song of neon clothes and feathers.

The nine-fold city is full of smoke and dust, and thousands of people ride southwest.

Cuihua swayed and stopped, and went out of the capital for more than 100 miles in the west.

The six armies were helpless, and they died before turning their eyebrows.

No one took the flowers, and the emerald gorse scratched her head.

The king hid his face and couldn't save it, looking back at the blood and tears.

Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is sluggish, and the cloud stack lingers in the Sword Pavilion.

There are few people under Emei Mountain, and the flag is thin without light.

The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains are green, and the holy lord is in love with the morning and twilight.

The palace is sad to see the moon, and the night rain hears the sound of bell intestines breaking.

The world turned back to the dragon, and he couldn't go here.

In the soil under Ma Wei's slope, there is no place for Yuyan to die.

The monarchs and ministers took care of each other's clothes, and looked east to the capital to return to the horses.

The return pond is still the same, and the liquid hibiscus is not Yangliu.

Hibiscus is like a willow like an eyebrow, how not to cry about this.

The spring breeze peach and plum blossoms bloom at night, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall.

There are many autumn grasses in the South Garden of Xigong, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep.

The disciples of Liyuan are white-haired and new, and the Jiaofang eunuch is Qing'e old.

The fireflies in the evening hall were quiet, and the lonely lamp did not sleep.

The bells and drums are long at night, and the stars and rivers are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, and the jade is cold.

After years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream.

Linqiong Taoist Hongdu Ke, can be sincere to the soul.

In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the priests to look diligently.

Emptying and controlling the air is like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth.

The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void.

The pavilion is exquisite, and there are many fairies.

There is a character that is too true, and the appearance of snow skin is uneven.

Jin Que West Chamber, knocking on the jade, transferred to the small jade to report the double success.

Hearing that the emperor of the Han family made him, he was frightened in the Jiuhua tent.

The clothes are pushed and the pillow is hovering, and the silver screen of the bead foil is opened.

The cloud sideburns are half new to sleep, and the flower crown is not neat.

The wind blows the fairy robe fluttering, like a neon dress and feather dance.

Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring.

Gazing at the king with affection, he said goodbye to the two dim.

The Zhaoyang Palace is full of love, and the sun and moon are long in the Penglai Palace.

Looking back at the world, I didn't see Chang'an and saw the dust and fog.

However, the old things will be affectionate, and the alloy hairpin will be sent.

The hairpin leaves a one-fold fan, and the hairpin breaks the gold and divides it.

But the heart of the religion is like Jin Tianjian, and the heavens and the earth will meet.

The parting words are re-sent, and there is an oath in the words.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night.

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever.

After the song, everyone was drunk, the love in the lyrics and songs lingered, but they couldn't love it, many people cried, there were seven-foot men, and there were prostitutes in Qinglou. Maybe he remembered the past when he was young, or he was moved by the love of this song.

Nangong Xuan was stunned, moved by the love in Yi Shuihan's song, and also surprised by the hatred and killing intent in the sound of the piano.

Yi Shuihan finished the song, and there were tears in his eyes, Wei Qingyi, after the song, you and I ....... Grace is severe, and there is no more to do with it.

Nangong Xuan couldn't wait to see the faces of the people in the tent, and immediately waved his hand, and the moonlight veil broke and slowly fell. After these days of training, Yi Shuihan's martial arts have recovered to the seven or eight levels of his previous life, and his spiritual power has improved greatly, probably because of the pure essence of this world. Sensing the fluctuation of his breath this time, he released his spiritual power and probed to the private room on the second floor, Nangong Xuan was startled, this spiritual power was shocked, and it was from ...... Coming from the stage!

"Heh, this gratuitous, kind of interesting!"

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