"Ah Yun, the snow has melted." Fu Xiao opened the doors and windows today, only to find that the Zhuli Pavilion had taken off the silver suit and returned to its former verdant appearance.

"It's time too." Ink Frost walked up to her, "Let's go out for a walk together?" ”

"Well, I've been at home all winter, and now it's time to go out and bask in the sun." Fu Xiao changed into a light outfit and walked out of the Bamboo Pavilion holding hands with Mo Shuangyun.

The early spring sun is the warmest and warmest, and the stiff bones that have been lying at home for a long time seem to be stretched.

Mo Shuangyun wanted to take off the thin cloak, but was stopped by Fu Xiao, "It's still a little cold now, Ah Yun shouldn't catch a cold." ”

"But Ah Xiao is obviously wearing less clothes than me." Ink Frost Yun tilted his head and said.

"Anyway, it just doesn't work!" Fu Xiao fastened the straps of his cloak tightly.

Ink Frost couldn't resist her.

A burst of wine fragrance grabbed people's hearts at once in the slightly cool early spring, Fu Xiao knew who was coming as soon as he smelled it, and immediately turned his head and shouted, "Uncle Nine!" ”

"It's so good, I thought Ah Xiao didn't want Uncle Nine if he had a man." The person behind him was the Nine Princes Yuan Chun, his face was slightly red, and he still had a strong aroma of wine, it seemed that he had just gone to the wine shop.

"I've been looking for you before, but it's clear that your palace is closed." Fu Xiao forked his waist and said.

"Haha, I happened to be away at that time, as an amend, take your master to the palace to play?" Yuan Chun took the initiative to invite and looked at Mo Shuangyun with a smile.

Ink Frost Yun was stunned for a moment, "Then it's disrespectful." ”

Fu Xiao whispered to Mo Shuangyun: "It's the first time that my ninth uncle has invited others to the palace. ”

I have also heard a little about Yuan Chun's style, Mo Shuangyun, which is somewhat similar to him, the Bamboo Pavilion and the Nine Kings Mansion can be said to be the two most difficult places in the capital to enter, but the difference is that the Bamboo Pavilion has something to do with the place where the people in the capital want to enter the most.

The Nine Kings Mansion covers a large area, but as soon as you enter, it is not an ordinary pattern, it is still a large forest, and after passing through the woods, it is the main hall.

"Ah Yun, this piece is full of pear trees, and it is very beautiful to bloom after a while." Fu Xiao gestured with his hand.

Ink Frost smiled and nodded.

"Ah, go get my guy out." Yuan Chun commanded.

"Uncle Nine, do you want to?" Fu Xiao's eyes lit up with a rub.

"I've been lying in the house for another winter, and I just want to move my muscles and bones." Yuan Chun unfolded the folding fan in his hand and shook it.

"That's great, I'll take Ah Yun and wait." Fu Xiao jumped up and down to take the ink frost yun.

Although Mo Shuangyun didn't know what was going on, Fu Xiao still dragged him away.

After that, only Ah Wei came out, the personal guard of the Nine Princes, always with a expressionless look, as if nothing could make him interested, as if he was a machine that could only execute orders.

Ah Shi took them to a huge stage and sat down, and brought drinks and desserts.

"Thank you." Mo Shuangyun took the teapot from his hand and poured it for himself and Fu Xiao.

"Thank you, yes." Fu Xiao also said.

Ah Shi lowered his head and retreated silently.

In front of the stage is a heavy curtain, which arouses the strong curiosity of the audience, but unfortunately, today's audience is only Fu Xiao and Mo Shuangyun.

"Ah Yun, we'll have a good show in a while." Fu Xiao looked very much looking forward to it.

"Fun?" Ink Frost didn't understand.

"It's literal." Fu Xiao blinked mysteriously, "We'll know later." ”

When Ink Frost Yun was puzzled, the curtain was quietly opened.

The cool wind blows, as if the pear trees are full of small white flowers, and the petite petals fall one by one, making people's vision blur.

Mo Shuangyun couldn't help but laugh and shook his head, he was hallucinating, and immediately focused his attention on the stage.

As the music begins, first a clown and a little boy walk to the front of the stage from behind, and then a group of little dans come out, judging from their makeup and what they hold in their hands, they should be the role of palace maids.

Ink Frost Yun rested on the table with one hand, and her fingers tapped to the beat of the background music. He probably knew which one he was going to sing.

"Swing—"

Hua Dan, who played the role of the concubine, walked out slowly, with a red gold-pasted embroidered python, a colorful skirt and colorful shoes, and as soon as she appeared, "the curtain has not been opened, but everyone is in sight, and the lips are not opened and the momentum is grabbing", graceful and luxurious, with thousands of demeanors. Yuan Chun himself is an excellent person, and as soon as he opened his voice, he was completely the Yang Guifei who was overwhelmed by the country and the city, and even Mo Shuangyun couldn't help but feel breathless.

It is an extremely common phenomenon for men to sing female roles, but Yuan Chun, as a prince, has such a noble status, and it is a little puzzling to do this kind of business. However, Yuan Chun gave people the feeling on stage, as if he was born for this line of work, throwing his sleeves, breaking steps, turning his sleeves, turning around, his figure and singing voice were perfectly combined, and even the sky seemed to be darkened, because all the lights were concentrated on him alone.

Fu Xiao went from sitting on a chair to standing on a chair, and he almost waved his hand.

Halfway through the play, Fu Xiao wanted to reach out for the mung bean cake on the table, but her eyes were reluctant to leave the stage, one hand waved in the air, and Mo Shuangyun saw this and brought the plate to a position where she could reach.

Fu Xiao tasted the mung bean cake and smiled contentedly.

“…… I only ended up in the cold and went back to the palace—"

At the end of the song, the play is over.

Fu Xiao jumped down from the chair, "Uncle Nine! ”

Ink Frost Yun also stood up and walked over.

"I don't know if the master of the Mo family is used to seeing Yale, can my performance as a layman still get into your eyes?" Yuan Chun is talking now, and he is like the two of them on the stage just now, although his face is smeared with grease and powder, he does not have any grease and powder.

"Seeing the prince perform today is really a blessing for three lives." Ink Frost Yun said sincerely.

"My little hobby, for so long, there are only three audiences." Yuan Chun seemed to think of something, "Although this brocade clothes and jade food are good, it also suppresses people." ”

"Mo knows a little about pipa, if I am lucky next time, I am willing to score music for the prince." Mo Shuangyun took the initiative, and there seemed to be something else lurking in her deep black eyes.

Yuan Chun hooked his lips and smiled, Hua Dan's makeup made this smile extremely moving, "Then, wait for the good news." “

What are you talking about? Fu Xiao was confused, I feel that you have something to say, but I just don't know what it is.

"Mo has just given the answer, the prince's play, Mo is willing to be happy."

The smile on Won Chun's face deepened, and it seemed that the power that Ink Frost Yun possessed was even greater than he had imagined.

Mo Shuangyun also smiled, the spirit of the Nine Princes is not low, I hope he also has the corresponding strength, otherwise this person was recommended by him, and he can't be sorry for Yuan Zheng.

Records of the Bamboo Pavilion

The latest chapter of the Takerikan Chronicle