"The moon dress is a rare beauty, it is hard to find a thousand gold, and today we are also thanks to the blessing of the prince, so we can see it. Jun Chenglang, who was sitting next to Ji Xiu, smiled and stroked his three-inch-long goatee.

The quilt in Duwei Yan Jisheng's hand shook slowly, and his slightly drunken eyes narrowed, "Well, I have long heard that the Oiran Moon in the Yanyang Building dances with a song of neon clothes and feathers to move Pengcheng, how many big officials and nobles are willing to ask for a dance with a thousand gold, and Xia Guan has never seen it." It's still the county guard who is powerful, and he was able to invite Yuenishang to the house, it seems that the lord must have paid a lot of money. ”

Ji Xiu pursed the corners of his mouth, glanced at Yan Jisheng, his eyebrows surged slightly, and then said with a smile: "This is not the credit of this official, it is that this month Nishang has long admired King Chen, so when I heard that this official was going to hold a banquet to entertain the prince, I volunteered to dance for King Chen." ”

"Oh? It turned out to be a self-recommendation from Mao Sui, so please do it. Yan Jisheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed with a playful starlight, glanced at Mu Xuefu who was sitting on the upper seat, and drank another glass of wine.

He is a military general, he likes to go straight, and he scoffs at Ji Xiu's practice of giving women to King Chen. If you want to send a woman, you can go straight, why bother to dance and admire. And in his opinion, Princess Renchen is as beautiful as a flower, even if the moon is dressed in front of her, it will be eclipsed. However, how can men be too little for beauties, who knows if this King Chen will be a merry man.

After a while, a woman in a light blue and pink flower dance dress burst out. Yundui green bun, eyebrows and eyes with spring, cheeks condensed new li, greasy nose goose fat, red lips delicate and beautiful, butterfly love flowers on the forehead eyebrow pendant add a bit of attractive style.

"The folk girl sees King Chen, and Princess Chen." The sound is like a yellow oriole singing cui, delicate dripping, like jade dew dripping to the heart, and like a light feather brushing the face.

"Get up." Jing Rong glanced at her and said lightly. What about Oiran, how can he get a share of his wife?

Jing Rong was not only too lazy to take a look, but even extremely bored in his heart. No, this is what Ji Xiu wants to give him around the bush, but the identity of this Qinglou woman annoys him. Admiring him? This unclean woman feels disgusted when she admires her.

What a beauty!

Mu Xuefu stared at her as soon as she appeared, although she was very confident that there should be no one in the world who could match her in appearance, but she still couldn't be calm about the woman who was dedicated to Jingrong. It's just that when I saw this moon for the first time, Mu Xuefu had to praise it in her heart.

It is indeed beautiful, the face is beautiful, the body is more beautiful, exquisite, and the stunner is made.

Mu Xuefu's last gaze fell on her half-exposed breasts, and then looked down at herself. Alas, a lot. She can't be counted, but compared with the beauty in front of her, tsk, there is really no comparison. The men present almost all looked at Yueni Dress, especially the eyes around her plump chest, and they almost wanted to fall in.

Mu Xuefu quietly glanced at the scene, and saw that his eyes just fell on the wine on the table, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly. How could she forget that Jing Rong hated the Qinglou woman the most. Xianyu is so clean and self-conscious, he disdains it, let alone this coquettish moon dress.

The beads swirl and the stars swayed, and the flowers and vines shook and the dragon and snake moved.

Zhong Chi's voice remembered, accompanied by music, the moon dress danced with her waist, singing and dancing lightly, her long sleeves were flying, and her hands were covered with rain. The turquoise dress is like a blooming lotus leaf, and the powder on the dress is just like the unfolding lotus bud. The bell hanging from her waist rang, and she rotated with her feet, flying lightly, like a lotus flower.

The moon dress danced and sang softly:

Tinggao is looking at the extreme, and Jiang Lian has not returned, but he is sick but has no strength. The fan is gradually thinning, Luo Yi is at the beginning, and the streamer is passing through the gap. Sigh apricot beam, double swallow like a guest. Where are the people, a curtain of light moon, as if shining in color.

Silence, chaotic moaning wall. Moving the letter, clear the sorrow like weaving. Ponder the young waves. Dili Guan Mountain, Liuxia Fangmo, falling red without information. Dark water, trickling blue. Drifting for a long time, what does it mean now, drunk and lying on the side of the wine.

The sound of the piano is curling, the singing voice is manman, in a trance, in the intoxication of everyone, the moon is on the ground, reflexively bent down, a pair of spring water with charming eyes looking at the scene, the autumn waves rippling.

After the dance, there were a few sporadic slaps, and then the applause thundered, and the applause was endless.

"It's really better to hear than to see, the neon dress girl's neon dress and feather dance is comparable to Yang Guifei in the world."

"I think it's Yang Yuhuan alive, and it's not as good as the girl in the neon dress."

Ji Xiu had been looking at Jingrong when he was dancing in Yueni Dress, and seeing that he was unmoved, the wrinkles on his eyebrows had not relaxed. His eyes flashed, and he said, "I don't know what the prince thinks of this girl in a neon dress?" ”

Jing Rong raised his eyes and looked at him coldly, and then turned his eyes to look at Xia Yue Nishang, then lowered his head and landed his gaze on the table, no one could see the look in his eyes, only listened to him: "Although this king doesn't understand this, it is really good." ”

The moon is full of worship, and the delicate voice is like being poured with honey, "The folk girl Xie Wang Ye praised, I have heard the name of the prince for a long time, and I have admired it for a long time, and I can see it today, the folk girl only feels that she is fortunate to be able to dance a song for the prince, and it is a blessing that Ni Shang has cultivated for several lifetimes, and she has been praised by the prince, and she is willing to die at this moment." Her cheeks were dyed with the color of pink lotus, and she was ashamed, "I wonder if Ni Shang can toast the prince to express her admiration for the prince?" ”

Jing Rong raised his head suddenly, looked straight at her, squinted his eyes, and connected his upper and lower eyelashes together. As soon as the light was gone, he said, "Okay."

Everyone saw that King Chen looked at Yue Nishang with great interest, thinking that this was a fancy to him. Also, how can a man be not lustful, although Princess Chen's face is like a hibiscus, but who minds adding a peony on her side?

The moon and the lotus move lightly, walking like the beginning of the Yao flower, and the abundance is graceful. Walking in front of Jing Rong, she picked up the wine jug and poured a glass, her fingers were as white as onion fingers, she slowly picked up the wine glass and saluted Jing Rong, and said in a manly voice: "Lord Wang, please." ”

Jing Rong's eyes flashed sharply, and his sharp eyes looked straight at her, and he didn't take the wine glass.

In the eyes of others, this scene is that King Chen was fascinated by the moon dress and was stunned.

Mu Xuefu also felt strange, the women in the house were not bad at this month's dress, why did he look at others in a daze. But when I think about it, Jing Rong is not a person who attaches importance to hue, even himself, he is not like this, but how can he keep staring at others.

The rational side is so analytical, but the emotional side makes her very annoyed.

Dead Jingrong, I'm not dead yet, you look at other women in front of me, you treat me as a dead person?

Jing Rong calmly and calmly, ignoring the gazes of others, took the wine, held the rim of the glass with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and pressed the fingers of his left hand against the base of the wine glass, approaching his lips little by little.

Suddenly, a cold shadow shone through, like a beam of light slashing across Jing Rong's eyes. At some point, a sword appeared in her hand and was slashing towards Jingrong.

As if she knew in advance, Jing Rong turned her wrist and hit her shoulder, and her shoulder was crooked, and the sword body was unbalanced and slashed on the table.

Jing Rong kicked the table hard, kicking her a few feet away.

Originally, she thought that the assassin was just her, but she didn't want to dance and play for her. There were quite a few female relatives present, and the screams were endless. However, the Assassins' target was Jing Rong and did not harm them.

"Protect Princess Chen." Yan Jisheng roared, pulled out his long sword and stood in front of Jing Rong. Just now, he thought that this King Chen had committed a lustful heart, but it turned out that he had already seen that something was wrong.

The two sides were in a tight fight, and Musheph slowly stepped aside while everyone's attention was on the assassin in the center. Her eyes were nailed to Ji Xiu's body like a nail poured on fire, and the edge of her mouth slowly raised an arc.

She was worried about how to get rid of him, but she didn't want the Assassins to do her a great favor. There was a bow and arrow on the wall, and she had noticed it just now, but no one had noticed her at this time, and she quickly took it down from the wall.

The bow and arrow that killed her brother may have been this one, and today she wants to treat her in the way of others and avenge her brother.

Seeing the Assassins killed, wounded, and retreated, all the candles in the room were suddenly extinguished, and it was the first day of the new year, and even the moonlight could not seep in, and the whole room was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to distinguish between friend and foe.

inevitably hurt their own people, and for a while, everyone stopped their movements in unison, and the two sides entered the silence of confrontation.

"Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-" Three arrows were fired, streaking a silvery white light and shadow through the air. Like a ghost, no one can see who shoots the arrow. In fact, it's not that you can't see clearly, but that everyone doesn't have time to react at all.

"Ahh There was a long roar and a thud to the ground. In the dark room, no one could see how the person who was hit by the arrow struggled in pain before he died. But Musheph seemed to have seen him, and saw him like a dying prey, fluttering a few times before he was breathless.

"Withdraw!" A woman's voice shouted in silence, it was the voice of the moon.

Her people did not have the upper hand, and King Chen had someone around to protect her, so she would not be able to succeed at this time. It's better to retreat first, and then think about how to complete the task in the long run.

At the sound of an order, the remaining assassins broke through the door, and the faint moonlight spread into the room.

As soon as the Assassin left, a candle was lit.

"Ah-husband-husband-husband-" The hall was bright, and Mrs. Ji Xiu's wife Zhang looked at her husband who was lying in the middle of a pool of blood in disbelief, exclaimed, and ran to his side.

He was hit by three arrows in his back, piercing his chest, and his eyes were wide open, as if he were not blind to death.

"How so? How so? Zhang's hands were stained with blood, and tears poured out like a broken embankment. She grabbed Ji Xiu's shirt tightly and cried, "Husband, wake up, wake up." You can't leave me, you can't leave me. ”

Mu Xuefu had returned to her original position before the lamp was lit, she looked indifferently at Ji Xiu, who had been hit by several arrows and died of anger, and ignored the crying dead and alive Zhang, the smile on her lips became even stronger, like a blooming flower on the other side, gloomy and gorgeous.

Jing Rong glanced at it casually, and grabbed the smile on her lips that had not yet converged, and a strange feeling rose in her heart.

Why did his princess have such a ghostly smile at this time?