"Pouring water? That's a nice name. Qin Yeqi swept up and down disdainfully, and then said unexpectedly: "It's a pity, no matter how good the name is, he was born with a slave body." ”

At this moment, even Emperor Yu and Emperor Du frowned and looked at Qin Yeqi, what he said was too open-mouthed, he was still here.

Pouring into the water, he stiffened, lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly, his fingertips faintly white, and his excessively long nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, causing a burst of pain.

The Yeyang Hall fell silent for a while, and for a while, a heavy voice attracted everyone's attention.

"Boom!"

Pouring water's eyes were calm, the cruelty of forbearance in the depths of his eyes flashed, and his knees fell to the ground without a trace of hesitation.

"The slave pours water to see the queen mother, the concubine mother, the slave knows that he is cheap, and he can't get into the eyes of everyone, but the slave has no strengths, but this talent slave is still confident."

Raising his head, a moment of light burst out in the sparkling eyes of the pouring water, which surprised Yu and the imperial capital slightly, and only then did he face the pouring water.

Look at each other.

One is the emperor of the Ninety-Five.

One is a lowly servant.

It is the strong looking down on the weak, and it is also the shackles of life.

Many years later, she could still remember this scene clearly, the water of the moat drenched her hair, and the sudden fog blocked the two from looking at each other.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, the veil slipped off the corner of the hairline, revealing a stunning face inch by inch, as transparent as cicada wings, like peach blossoms, and beautiful Li Rongzi was stunning and captivating.

For a while, the hall was full of gasping sounds, and his eyes were stuck to the pouring water and couldn't get down, and finally Yu and Emperor coughed coldly before they came to their senses.

At first, he didn't particularly notice this woman, and he didn't even care about the surprise of the moment her veil fell, but there was one thing that resonated with him.

Forbearance and ambition.

His forbearance is relatively gentle, like a piano playing by mountains and rivers, but when he thinks about it again, he shakes his head and laughs, how can he be compared to an ordinary servant as an emperor.

"Let's get started."

The sound of the pipa rises, the sound of the piano rises, and the two are kneaded together, like the wind smiling and the heart is calm.

The jade foot was lightly lifted on the face, the golden bell on the wrist jingled, the hands were folded, and he suddenly smiled, the smile was as bright as a peach and plum, and the eyes flowed, which reminded people of the legendary Bi Forget Tianquan.

A pool of water, blue as a stone, blue as a jade, hold it with water, the water is solid and not scattered.

I heard that the name of the Bi Forget Pond of Huatang Palace comes from this Bi Forget Heavenly Spring.

Even Qin Yeqi, who was indignant and secretly sulking, couldn't help but admit that this dance was really good.

It can even be said that it is exquisite, a glance and a smile are full of style, the sound of the piano sinks and floats, and the ancient rhyme is long.

Everyone was attracted by the dance, but they didn't see the queen mother who was sitting on the top suddenly smiled, the smile was desolate, and a tear overflowed from the corner of her eye, which was as beautiful as the dew on the blue leaf lotus, which was pitiful.

She reached out and touched the tears that flowed down her cheeks, a crystal drop of water, a trace of nostalgia through the teardrop eyes, and no one noticed that she slowly approached her lips.

Sticking out his tongue, his tongue rolled the teardrop into his mouth, and his mind couldn't help but sketch the scene of his childhood, and even the saltiness in his mouth became the sweetness of nostalgia.

"Bang Bang!"

After the dance, pouring water and leaning over with their hands folded in front of them, Yu and Dihaha laughed and clapped their hands, but they startled Jingwu, who was not far from him.

His expression darkened violently, Jing Wu somehow glanced at Sikong Jiu on the side, just at this time Sikong Jiu's eyes shifted over, and the two happened to face each other, Jing Wu's heart tightened, his eyes became more and more deep, and he began to insist on a certain idea.

Whoa......

The rain poured down, and the cold wind also came, and the rain washed over the bluestone floor, making a clattering sound, like the song I had just heard in the Yeyang Temple.

Somehow, she heard a dull feeling, as if she had put a heavy shackle on her heart, and she couldn't breathe.

"Master, it's cold, let's go back, the slave has already made the stove."

Yingzhu saw her master sitting in the small pavilion without saying a word, holding a cloak that she had just brought from the house, and wanted to put it on Jingwu.

But no matter what she said, the master didn't move, so frightened that she quickly shook the master's body.