Everyone in the audience was stunned like a goose in winter. Zhou Ronggang's hand that pinched out a small handful of tea leaves from the small tea tube suddenly loosened, and the tea leaves fell sporadically on the table. The hand holding the pen in the thirteenth painting suddenly froze, and the moment he looked up at the past following the singing, he seemed to have seen what it meant to be amazed and what it meant to be amazed for ten thousand years.

At this moment, at the ceiling covered by strips of silk satin above everyone's heads, there was a leisurely fluttering snow-white robe pouring down from the layers of silk satin above, like a cluster of bright moonlight from the Tianhe River obliquely shining on the world.

Gradually, the snow-white robe slowly fell like falling into the mortal dust, first revealing a pair of slender jade feet, and then what caught the eye was a plain velvet smoke pattern thousand-water skirt like a lotus canopy and lotus petals.

"Youmei--one person/Qingyang-Wanxi-"

With the graceful singing again, this dancing girl who fell from the sky slowly revealed her true face, although it was a true face, but it was also a pink delicacy, and then through the mist on the pool, it was unreal.

It can be vaguely seen that this dancing girl has a leaden and heavy face, her eyebrows are painted like a small mountain, a little delicate and red plum makeup on her forehead, and two points of vermilion rouge are dotted on the dimples on both sides of her lips as makeup.

As the dancing girl slowly slid down the thin rope hanging from the ceiling, the jade foot lightly touched the ground, and she landed on the small circular white jade platform in the center of the incense pool. As soon as the dancing girl who was dressed in white and white as the moon stood firm, six girls floated out of the tents on both sides of the incense pool, dancing around the white-clothed dancing girl in the center of the incense pool, like a hundred butterflies wearing flowers and stars arching over the moon.

Painting 13 looked at the makeup and clothes of these six girls from a distance, and saw that their appearance was modeled after the peerless beauties with different styles of previous dynasties, including Xi Shi, Diao Chan, Mrs. Qi, Yang Yuhuan, and even Bao Xi and Su Daji were interpreted by them as if they were reincarnated as beautiful women. But he couldn't guess what kind of character the dancing girl in the center of the pool was dressed up as pure and vulgar as the wind and dew and the lotus, but also incredibly beautiful.

The white-clothed dancing girl is on a white jade round platform only the size of a fruit plate in the center of the pool, with her left foot as the axis, her wrist is lightly raised above her head, and she rotates gently. She spun faster and faster, and even the tassels and swayers that were slanted into her high bun collided together, squirming, as if she was going to ride the wind back in the next second, and return to the nine heavens and the moon.

The house was full of "Amazing! Wonderful! Applauded, even Zhou Rong stared at her intently, and everyone was immersed in the bursts of fragrant fragrance stirred by her dancing in the wind.

But Painting 13 smelled a chilling and clear aroma from the warm fragrance of nephrite in the hall. This familiar and unfamiliar smell is not the fat powder fragrance on the dancer's body, nor the bluegrass fragrance in the incense pool......

Hua Thirteen was about to turn sideways to take a closer look at the facial features of the white-clothed dancing girl through the gap between the tents, but was interrupted by a "poof" smile that suddenly remembered in his ears.

"Ouch, I said Mrs. Zhou, why do you only care about our girl? It's to discipline and discipline this group of stunned young people behind you who have never seen the world, and it's the right thing to do painting quickly! The feelings have been hooked by our 'Kyoto Qiyan', which is unique in color and art, and the soul is not complete? The red sleeves standing next to Zhou Rong saw that the eyes of this group of men were straighter than the other, and he was so amused that he giggled, couldn't close his mouth, and saw that his gums were about to fly out.

After Zhou Rong heard the laughter of the red sleeves, he hurriedly straightened his clothes, cleared his throat and reiterated to the painters: "Seven groups of painters painted seven dancing girls, have you remembered them clearly?" Write carefully, I hope you cherish this opportunity! ”

Being reminded by Zhou Rong like this, the painters gradually took their eyes off the stunning white-clothed dancer on the white jade platform in the center of the pool, and each went to observe the rest of the corresponding dancers. Hua Thirteen's gaze stayed on her for a long time, because what he wanted to paint happened to be her.

He just wanted to take a closer look again, but found that the dancing girl actually held the thin rope hanging from the ceiling with both hands, and flew up from the white jade round platform in the center of the incense pool.

Painting Thirteen looked at the woman who came like a fairy and gradually approached, his eyes fell on the thing she was wearing on her head, and suddenly, his pupils as deep as the night couldn't help but shrink suddenly, and his heart sank:

It turned out to be her?

Even if this beautiful and gentle face is covered with heavy makeup, so that ordinary people who meet in Pingshui can't see it, but Hua Thirteen won't recognize it, especially these eyes like rippling autumn water, he remembered it from the look of panic on horseback when he first met.

Even if there is a possibility of admitting mistakes in her eyes, the winding wooden hairpin on her head is very familiar, how can a first-class dancer who amazes the world wear such an ordinary and broken wooden hairpin, how can there be such a coincidence? What's more, he just spent an early morning with her in her small medicine garden not long ago, and she also helped herself redraw the birthmark on the left side of her face, by the way, what did she say at that time?

Her gentle voice suddenly sounded in Hua Thirteen's mind: If you don't wear a seamless makeup, how can you quietly board your respective Fengyue Field?

A wave rippled in his heart. It turned out that this sentence was not only for her, but also for herself. However, how could this innocent and proud Jing Yakushi with excellent medical skills appear in such a place as a dancing girl and dressed as a dancing girl? Could it be that on weekdays, she is a Qinyuan pharmacist who treats diseases and saves people, and has respectable medical ethics, but secretly, at the same time, she is also a dazzling dancing girl in the Spring Man Building who makes all men spend a lot of money and compete with each other? Is this little money fan so short of money that he does not hesitate to sell his hue to make money?

What made Painting Thirteen even more surprised was that she flew straight towards Zhou Rong with a volley, and after seeing Painting Thirteen, she pretended not to know each other and looked away, and instead stared at Zhou Rong with affection. This woman who almost became a ghost under the Changling Sword, does she still have anything to do with Zhou Rong?

Just as Hua Thirteen's inquiring and puzzled gaze fell on her for a long time, suddenly, a woman in the form of a sable cicada among the dancing girls stood in front of him with dancing steps, covering his sight that fell on Jingmo. After seeing the graceful and amorous figure and charming style in front of him, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised, it turned out that this "Diao Chan" was none other than Man Man, who had been dealing with him for a long time when he passed by the door of Chunmanlou that day.

Man Man was a woman with a lot of grace and style in the Spring Man Building, and it was not strange for Thirteen to appear in the "Kyoto Seven Yan", but Thirteen saw that at this time, Man Man raised his eyes in the direction of Jingmo, and then shook his head slightly, as if secretly signaling to Thirteen not to say anything.

It turned out that Man Man remembered that Jingmo was reluctant to take off the worn-out wooden hairpin on such a big occasion today, and thought that the strange boy he met by chance that day was holding Jingmo's hairpin. Man Man expected in his heart that Jingmo had a good relationship with this son, and he didn't expect to meet this son under such circumstances today, and this son had been staring at Jingmo intently for most of the day, Man Man was afraid that he would cause some trouble for Jingmo, so he was busy covering up for Jingmo.

Painting thirteen also remembered, that day Manman seemed to be very familiar with Jingmo's hairpin, it turned out that she knew Jingmo in the morning, maybe it was a pair of good sisters who were very friendly in the Chunmanlou. But if these two people are just dancing as dancing girls, why are they so sneaky and mysterious?

When the white-clothed dancing girl was about to fall into Zhou Rong's arms in front of everyone, she suddenly stopped abruptly not far in front of Zhou Rong and slowly fell to the ground. The other six dancers followed closely behind, flocking to Jingmo and Zhou Rong's side, each performing a thousand charming dances.

At this moment, Jingmo was in the midst of the enchanting and graceful dancers, but she had the charming style of her eyebrows and eyes, but instead lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head dignified and gracefully, reflecting an indescribable shyness and subtlety in Zhou Rong's eyes.

Everyone only said that it was the old bustard Red Sleeves, and he would really seize the opportunity to tie up with the powerful, and even the group of dancers who were used to make the questions for the first trial did not forget to use them to flatter Zhou Rong. And the corners of the thirteen mouths of the painting were lightly skimmed, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, the Beijing pharmacist wanted to refuse and welcome the real beauty, and the more the other dancers scratched their heads and flattered them, she went against the grain, dignified and subtle like a clear lotus out of the water, so that people should not be approached, dare not play profanely, just like this, is the most provocative literati's heart.

If it is really as everyone said, it is the old bustard Red Sleeves who intends to flatter Zhou Rongba, then Jingmo, as the most eye-catching white-clothed dancing girl, should be the most attentive, but she didn't. Others couldn't see it, but he saw a little eyebrow, and she clearly put a lot of effort into it from the beginning.

He recognized that the ancient beauty she emulated in "Kyoto Seven Yan" was Zhao Feiyan in "Huan Fei Yan Thin". At the beginning, she danced lightly on the white jade round platform, which was modeled after Zhao Feiyan's palm dance on the crystal plate held by the palace maid. And at this moment, her rejection of Zhou Rong's unique desire is the same as Zhao Feiyan's plan to capture Emperor Han Cheng.

Painting Thirteen couldn't help but be amazed in his heart, these Jingmo were all meticulously and naturally, without exceeding the duty of a dancer, but it was enough to deeply attract Zhou Rong's attention. The more he thought about it, the deeper his eyebrows became, what was there on Zhou Rong that was worth her spending so much effort and careful planning?

And Jingmo's next move made Thirteen even more unexpected, he saw her wrap the hanging rope in her hand around her waist, raised her eyes and glanced at Zhou Rong tenderly, but then like Qinghe's shyness of the cool breeze, he lowered his eyebrows and sang to Zhou Rong gracefully:

"Encounter-Encounter/Suitable for Me-Wish-"

Then, she gently raised a pair of bright jade hands and slowly stretched them out in the direction of Zhou Rong......