Liufang Pavilion.

A quaint living room.

More than a dozen men in brocade robes all closed their eyes and shook their heads, with expressions of enjoyment on their faces.

Because, in front of the living room, there was the sound of wisps of piano.

The sound of this piano is extremely pleasant to the ear, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Just like the empty valley and the mountain stream, it is not contaminated with a trace of dust.

It's a song.

There was a round of applause.

"The song of the flower girl is really desirable. ”

Liang Zhenhai said with a smile.

"Lord Liang, it's ridiculous!"

A crisp, sweet voice came from behind the white veil.

"This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world! Good song! Good song!!"

Wang Donglai, who is dressed in a light gray brocade robe, is very in line with the description of low-key luxury and connotation.

"Hehe, the little woman doesn't deserve such praise from the Prime Minister. ”

Sitting behind the veil and dancing among the flowers, looking at the mature and steady, chic and indifferent Wang Donglai, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable color.

Looking at the two of them, more than a dozen people sitting in the back all had gloomy expressions on their faces.

These two people, one is the prince and the other is the minister of state, although they are a little old, but they are highly cultivated, and they look not only the slightest old, but more mature and stable temperament.

This made these trenchers who were only thirty or forty years old behind them feel envious, jealous and hateful.

To be able to come to this living room to listen to music, they spent a hundred gold coins, although the gold coins in the Imperial Domain depreciated, but the hundred gold is still a huge wealth.

"Flower girl, how can there be no dance if there is a song, for the dance of the flower girl, this king is thinking about it very much?"

Liang Zhenhai does not have Wang Donglai's literary talent, but he is also a veteran of the love field, so he naturally knows how to behave.

Hearing Liang Zhenhai's words, the dozen or so middle-aged trenchers with gloomy faces suddenly had a green light in their eyes.

As for the dance of the flower girl, they don't just think about it, but when they sleep, they often dream about it.

"Flower girl, let's have a while!"

"Flower girl, I can't see you dancing, we don't want to eat!"

"Flower Girl ......"

More than a dozen entrenchers spoke one after another.

Hearing everyone's request, the flower dance with a black veil on his face, and his eyes looked at Wang Donglai.

"Prime Minister, do you want to see a little girl dance?"

The gentle and sweet voice is enough to melt the hardest man.

"It's an honor!"

Wang Donglai smiled gently.

"In that case, the little girl is ugly!"

After saying that, Mai Hanama slowly stood up and walked out from behind the veil.

Looking at the looming figure, everyone couldn't help but wait with bated breath.

These middle-aged uncles, who are at least thirty-seven or eighteen years old, are like seeing their first love goddess at this time, and their heartbeats are even faster.

Whoa—

The veil was opened, and a flower dance in a red dress appeared in front of everyone.

Although her dress is not revealing, it is difficult for everyone to look away as long as their eyes fall on her.

It seems that she has a unique charm that attracts men.

Her eyes are undoubtedly beautiful, the pretty face hidden behind the veil can see the beautiful outline, and the white and tender skin is like a baby.

Coming to the middle of the living room, the flower dance saluted everyone.

At this time, it was as if a light was shining on her, making her the only one in the eyes of these people.

Even Liang Zhenhai and Wang Donglai, who had reached the distraction realm, couldn't help but fall into obsession.

The two of them felt a little uneasy, and their spirits perked, and then their minds cleared up.

Looking at the enchanting, charming, pure and elegant dance between the flowers, Wang Donglai's eyebrows frowned slightly.

But at this moment, Hua Jian Wu turned to look at him and smiled sweetly at him, and Wang Donglai, who was originally clear-eyed, fell into obsession again.

"Your Excellency, the little girl will give you a dance. ”

Looking at Wang Donglai, the eyes dancing among the flowers showed a sweet color.

This made the entrenchers even more jealous.

It's a pity that the identity of the other party is too noble, even if they hate it, they can only hold it in their hearts.

The enchanting sound dispersed, and the piano notes wafted one after another.

The woman who played the piano used to be the Oiran of the Liufang Pavilion, but unfortunately since the Flower Dance came, she could only be reduced to a maid of the piano.

Hearing the sound of the piano, the flower dance danced slowly.

Her dancing is still full of ethereal rhythm, which is very different from the glamorous dance of those women who hook the bar.

Seeing her dance, the entrenchers seemed to be in a fantasy land, and there was a feeling of fluttering fairyland, which was not physical pleasure, but spiritual pleasure.

For them, the dance of the Flower Dance is like marijuana, paralyzing their nerves.

Let them listen to music and enjoy dances, all of which are addicted.

When the dance ends, the dance resumes.

Even though Wang Donglai tried to break free from this illusion of devouring the divine soul several times, in the end, he fell deeper and deeper.

Hua Jian Wu did not deliberately treat Liang Zhenhai, because he was not her prey.

Half an hour later.

Hua Jian Mai felt that Wang Donglai was no longer resisting, so she slowly stopped dancing.

Aking from their joy, the trenchers applauded.

"Flower girl, it's really a nine-day fairy descending to earth, this dance is really beautiful!"

"Flower girl, if I can see you dancing every day, I will spend all my family wealth and do whatever it takes. ”

"Me too!"

......

Compared with those bewitching sluts, this is called dance!

Looking at the crazy trenchers, the former Oiran was dumbfounded.

When I was an Oiran, I never saw these people so angry!

Slap, slap, smack-

Applauding, Wang Dong looked at the dance among the flowers, and there was a hint of indulgence.

"Flower girl, it's not in vain to be able to appreciate your dance!"

Wang Donglai said with a sigh.

"Yes, yes, yes, the dance of the flower girl, if you can see it every day, this king will live ten years less, then I am willing!"

Liang Zhenhai also said.

"Prime Minister, Lord Wang, if you praise people like this, they will be proud. ”

The shy face of the flower dance, coquettishly said.

Hearing her words, the dozen or so high rollers felt that their bones were melted.

"Flower girl, two days later, it will be the king's birthday, I hope the flower girl can appreciate her face and present a fairy dance!"

Looking at the little face of the flower dance, Liang Zhenhai said with anticipation.

Hearing Liang Zhenhai's invitation, the little face of the flower dance was suddenly filled with a delicate smile.

"The prince invites him, how dare he refuse the dance!"

The flower dance said sweetly with a smile.

"Then I'll give you your consent? On that day, the king will send someone to pick up the flower girl!"

Liang Zhenhai said excitedly.

If she really doesn't agree, it's really hard for her to make tough measures, after all, Wang Donglai, an old guy, is also very fond of this flower dance.

Although the two have been friends since childhood, they are women, and they have always been fair competition.

If it hurts the harmony because of this, it will be a little ugly.

"Your Excellency, on the birthday of the prince, you will also go, right?"

Looking at Wang Donglai, Hua Jian asked with an innocent face.

"Of course, King Liang and I have been friends for a hundred years!"

Wang Donglai nodded and smiled.

This little flower makes him very face-saving!

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(End of chapter)