As the sun sets, the fiery glow renders on the solemn north tower of the capital, and the Qinyuntai located in the east of the city tower, the invited officials and wealthy businessmen sat down in turn early. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wanhualou is well-known in the capital, and the beautiful dance posture of "falling flowers and flowing water" is comparable to the dance of the teaching workshop in front of the emperor.

And the "sword dance" of Wanhualou is even more thrillingly beautiful.

The ups and downs of the troubled times, the golden iron horse, the men spill their blood, and the women are even more women who do not let their eyebrows go.

Today's performance of Wanhualou is completely open, whether it is a high-ranking family in the capital or an ordinary family, you can come to watch.

At night, the moonlight is clear and the breeze is warm.

Colorful lanterns are hung around the platform.

The breeze is blowing, the lanterns are fluttering in the wind, and the lights are flickering on and off, which is very beautiful.

Shen Xiuwen muttered vaguely while nibbling on the cooking cake: "I don't know what the origin of Wanhualou is, and it can invite so many officials from the DPRK and China." ”

He was just talking casually, but he didn't expect the fat man to really pick up.

"It is said that a few years ago, Ji Niang, the owner of Wanhualou, performed in the house of King Chongjian, and King Chongjian was greatly admired, and Wanhualou became famous."

King Chongjian?

"You mean the emperor's uncle today?"

That's also his own imperial uncle. Shen Xiuwen's eyes sank.

Liu Da'an said casually: "It's him, Runing Mansion is his fiefdom, this person likes some poems and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting every day, and he can get into his eyes, and the owner of Wanhualou does have something extraordinary." ”

At this time, all the lanterns on the Qinyuntai were lit up, like a sunset, flowing and colorful.

Shen Xiuwen widened his eyes and looked over, only to see the green smoke curling on the stage, and a dozen or so delicate women stepped forward lightly.

The sound of silk and bamboo floated gently, and the crisp sound of the flute echoed in my ears.

Under the vast sky, this majestic and vicissitudes of the city have a touch of gentleness in this soft song.

The purple ribbon was thrown into the air, and the soft waist slowly twisted.

Tiptoeing, hip lifting, leg lifting, splitting......

The action is like flowing water, and it seems to merge with the starry night.

At the end of the song, everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and the audience was silent, as if no one wanted to disturb this moment of tranquility at this time.

It's really beautiful!

It's so beautiful that you can't wake up.

The green smoke was swirling, like the clouds and mist of the mountain peaks, blown by the wind, like a long jade belt, surrounding the turquoise blue sky.

"Knock, knock......"

At this moment, the strong drum suddenly sounded, and the clouds and smoke of this green peak were like the vast northern desert in an instant, rolling dust and sand, and wolf smoke was everywhere.

Everyone woke up from the intoxication of Fang Cai.

"Knock, knock......"

The sound of drums is like the war drums beating on the battlefield, like the war horses galloping on the battlefield, and like the war swords wielded in the hands of the soldiers.

Everyone's blood boiled.

The clouds gradually receded in the sound of the drums, and in the center of the qinyuntai, a veiled woman held a drumstick and struck it on the drum surface one by one.

However, she suddenly raised her drumsticks, and the drums disappeared into the night.

The sound of the flute seemed to come from the distant northern desert.

The woman jumped lightly and landed firmly on the drum. A shiny long sword pulled out a beautiful sword flower in her hand.

Like the sparks stirred up by the collision of swords on the battlefield, the light of Sensen's sword is like ice.

……

The "sword dance" of Wanhualou really lived up to its name, and the officials and wealthy businessmen of the DPRK and China present were so amazed that they were speechless.

The veiled woman slowly walked to the front of the stage of Qinyuntai, blessed her body slightly, and said softly: "Ji Niang is ugly." ”

As soon as the soft words fell, she gently took off the white veil, and a peerless face was exposed in front of everyone.

The eyebrows are like green peaks, the eyes are like pearls, the lips are like snow, and the waist is like a prime,

If the light clouds cover the moon, if the wind returns to the snow.

But when you see it, you think it's the person in the painting, or the water and moon in the mirror.

Liu Da'an gasped, and said in a trembling voice: "I, am I dazzled?" If you pinch me, I'm not dreaming, right? ”

Good brother needs help, and Shen Xiuwen is duty-bound.

After only hearing a miserable scream of "whoosh", Liu Daan's eyes flashed with tears, and he gritted his teeth with a look of grievance: "Your uncle, you can really do it!" ”

Shen Xiuwen shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "You asked me to pinch you, to be a brother, of course you have to work hard." ”

Liu Da'an had a bitter face, and wanted to say something, but a gentle voice came from beside him: "Two sons, my young lady invites you to a gathering in the shipyard." ”

Shen Xiuwen and Liu Da'an looked back together, only to see a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl looking at the two of them with a smile.

"Your young lady?" Shen Xiuwen frowned, "Who is it?" ”

Liu Da'an is also a little inexplicable.

They had just arrived, and they really didn't know any other ladies except Miss Yin Rou.

The little girl smiled and replied, "My young lady is the Ji Niang of Wanhualou." ”

Ji Niang of Wanhualou, isn't it......

The two of them looked towards Qinyuntai at the same time, and the peerless woman who was still on the stage just now was gone.

The little girl laughed softly: "Don't look at it, my young lady has gone to the shipyard." ”

Shen Xiuwen nodded and said, "Then Miss Lao will lead the way." ”

The western suburbs of the capital are the Tuojiang River, a branch of the Chishui River. The water flow of the Tuojiang River is turbulent, but when passing through the Minyan Mountain, the second peak of Cangyun Mountain, the water flow is gentle, as quiet as a copper mirror.

At this time, the shipyard of Wanhualou was docked on the opposite bank of Minyan Mountain.

On one side is the beautiful mountain scenery of Zhong Lingyu, and on the other side is the capital city where prosperity and desolation coexist.

Looking at the blue peaks on the opposite side like an ink painting, you can temporarily throw away the glitz and calm your heart.

On the shipyard, there are all kinds of flowers and plants, and the simple arrangement can show that the owner of the shipyard is an elegant person.

The little girl stretched out her hand to tie the bead curtain, and Shen Xiuwen and Liu Da'an walked in front and back.

Ji Niang, the owner of Wanhua Building, got up and saluted: "Two sons, please take a seat." ”

Her voice is soft and soft, but not pretentious, as pleasant as a spring breeze.

Shen Xiuwen returned the salute, and Liu Daan also returned the salute in style.

After taking a seat, a maid brought tea and refreshments.

Liu Da'an would not be polite, but Shen Xiuwen smiled and said, "I don't know why Miss Ji invited us to come?" ”

When Ji Niang heard this, she smiled.

"When I was in Qinyuntai just now, I saw the two sons talking and laughing, and I thought that my 'sword dance' was not subtle enough, so I wanted to hear what the two sons thought of the 'sword dance'."

When Liu Da'an heard this, he laughed and said: "I think Miss Ji misunderstood, this 'sword dance' is only because of the sky, and we don't think it's not subtle enough, but because your dancing posture is so exquisite, I thought I was dreaming." ”