Murong Lin saw Lin Xiangwan's willow eyebrows frowning outside the veil, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his clear eyes, and in a blink of an eye, he returned to calm. Oh, she's angry? because of that sentence.

Interesting.

Lin Xiangwan whispered something in Lin Queqing's ear, and then Lin Queqing's clenched fist gradually loosened, and he raised his eyes in surprise. Lin Queqing knew that Lin Xiangwan had always wanted to be exposed to everyone's sight, and because of this, she still chose to wear a moon-white veil to cover her face at the palace banquet where the female dependents did not have to be bound by the etiquette of wearing a veil. According to her words, it is easy to rely on the old and sell the young.

"Ah Yun, you are really blessed to let Xiang Wan perform for you. Lin Queqing smiled playfully, even he, except for playing with her when he was a child, every time he asked her to sing and dance, she looked like she couldn't lift up much interest.

Lin Xiangwan brushed his dress, got up and bowed his hand to King Wen, and was generous: "It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, the little girl is not talented, please bear with me." She paused and continued: "It's just that this song has to be performed by my brother and my little daughter to complete it. ”

"Exactly. "King Wen is still smiling.

Lu Yiyi's quiet and secluded light brown eyes could not see a trace of fluctuation, like two ice lakes that would not melt for thousands of years, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking, only he knew what he was going to do next.

Lu Liang danced excitedly. No, no, she is now in the Snow Ji Palace, and she can't be as wanton as she is in the West Night Palace. She tidied up her clothes with her little hands, and then grabbed Lu Yi's shirt tightly, but her eyes as bright as stars flashed with unconcealable excitement. Sister Xiang Wan wants to perform, she will definitely suppress those women just now!

Well, absolutely!

"Brother Murong, lend me a folding fan. Lin Xiangwan took a folding fan from Murong Yun's hand, unfolded it gently, and opened his red lips lightly: "Gather the breeze with a few folds, and give birth to autumn with a twist." She smiled lightly: "Brother Murong, I won't let you lose face." ”

Murong Yun's heart moved, and a feeling called family affection slowly flowed in his heart. If Lin Queqing gives him the feeling that his confidant is like a fine wine in a bottle, colorless and tasteless. Then Lin Xiangwan gave him the feeling of sweet honey, very sweet and warm.

And this feeling is something he only has when he gets along with the queen.

Lin Xiangwan smiled, walked in front of Bai Wei, and looked at Bai Wei steadily, although she was smiling, her eyes were full of confidence, and this confidence made Bai Wei feel uneasy.

Isn't Lin Xiangwan only sixteen years old, a few years younger than her, but she doesn't have the bearing around her. And her determination and self-confidence made her panic. At the beginning of the banquet, she also felt this way. At this time, she took a few steps back slightly, and then returned to her seat after a gentle salute, and returned to her seat, as soon as she sat down, a pair of slender hands were uneasily kneading the fabric on the skirt, and the beautiful gauze skirt suddenly gave birth to layers of folds.

And Lin Queqing gave a few instructions to the servant, and several palace people put a guzheng and a wooden stool in the middle of the banquet hall, while Lin Queqing sat next to the servant and turned the drum stick in his hand a few times. It's warm to the touch and feels good. I played the strings of the guzheng unhurriedly again, and the sound was good. He nodded towards Lin Xiangwan and started.

Lin Xiangwan tightened the moon-white veil with his backhand, sat in front of the zither, and closed his eyes. She knew that there were countless pairs of eyes in the banquet hall staring at her at this moment, but she was not nervous at all. After all, in the international arena in her previous life, she faced the review and rating of more than 10,000 people, and here, in this Xueji Palace, there are only a few hundred people.

It's been a long time since she's played this piece with her brother, but no matter how many times, no matter how long it takes, the two of them will never forget it.

Lu Yi looked at Lin Xiangwan lightly, but he made a gesture in his hand, and one of the women who vacated the place for Lin Queqing moved slowly, but the needle in his sleeve was ready to go, flashing with silver light.

Lin Xiangwan slowly plucked the strings a few times, and the sound of the piano leaked out of it, very smooth and flowing slowly. Soon after, Lin Queqing beat the drum softly, and it was rhythmic at once, and the sound of the drum and the sound of the piano were perfectly integrated. And Lin Xiangwan suddenly opened his eyes, and the two stopped their movements at the same time. Lin Xiangwan flicked his sleeves lightly, and his hand drew an arc in front of him very lightly and slowly, and at the same time, a tactful and somewhat mournful singing voice slowly flowed out: "The hand is carved with flowers, and the blade winds into a painting." ”

"The famous merit tower is somewhere by the bridge. As soon as the song fell, Lin Queqing's slender hands gently brushed the strings, blowing out layers of rippling timbre, like a pool of clear water, clear and cold, like a gust of breeze on the lake on a summer night, the piano sound and the song played together, attracting people's hearts to relax and fresh.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Lin Xiangwan and Lin Queqing in disbelief, because the song she sang was something they had never heard of.

The spring breeze bypassed the red yarn at the ends of his hair, embroidered him, and his eyebrows were strong enough to be used as a dowry. Lin Xiangwan smiled slightly, "The white hair on the vigorous quicksand pillow is compared with the wine in the cup." Her gestures are as graceful as the wind blowing willows, but her eyes are as clear as summer lotus flowers, and hibiscus in the wind does not make people feel too flattering.

"The young and elegant clothes are angry, and the horse is only for a moment. Lin Xiangwan's feather blue patterned sleeves flicked the body of the piano, her body turned slightly, her long skirt spread out, and she gently moved to the front of the guzheng and gently saluted everyone: "It is inevitable to miss the unpredictable changes under the eaves of childhood, separated from the mountains and seas, turn around and calmly sencha." ”

Lin Xiangwan turned around with the lyrics when she sang "Turn Around", her movements were not big, but the blue skirt spun out of a flower, her right hand lightly lifted the folding fan, and the folding fan in her hand turned and closed, repeating Bai Wei's movements, the glass beads flickered by because she raised her hand, but she followed Lin Queqing's piano pause and the folding fan in her hand was also a meal.

Then Lin Xiangwan gently fiddled with her sleeves, but she made the actions of scalding the pot, placing tea, warming the cup, high flushing, low brewing, dividing tea and toasting tea out of thin air, and then she made a gesture of picking up the tea cup, and gently put her hand not far from the tip of her nose to smell it.

However, the people in the palace who are proficient in the tea ceremony instantly understand that before tasting tea, they need to look at its color and smell its fragrance before they can taste it. It's a standard set of tea-making process actions, and they can't see a trace of mistakes.

"Once you grow, you can resend a piece of the past. Her clear eyes turned, and her hair gently brushed her face with the wind raised by the folding fan, adding a bit of lightness. "Exile all hopes, but I have added some absurdity to remember what you look like. She twisted lightly with both hands, folding fans in her hands, round, and winding water, like a dragon flying, like a phoenix dancing.

And some official ladies also saw the fame. Bai Wei's fan dance just now was only able to turn and flick the opening and closing, and the highest difficulty in using the fan to accompany the dance was the three steps of Ning, Yuan, and Qu at the back. How could Bai Wei not understand, at this time, her figure flickered, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on her face.

"A body of frost, whoever lifts the pen only two lines, in exchange for a corner of your health, will sell this vicissitudes, you are still in my heart. Lin Xiangwan gently covered half of his face with a folding fan, and only a pair of eyes showed a faint tenderness.

But this time, it was the etiquette aunt who reacted, covering her face with a fan, hiding the subtle beauty of the Xueji woman in the fan, covering the wind and dust, covering the shame and avoiding evil, but at the same time, she used the fan to cover up but not to hide, like to reveal but not to revea, and not to show her face. This is everyone's beautiful demeanor!

At the same time, the hidden weapon in the woman's hand was prominent, which could break Lin Xiangwan's tightly tied moon-white veil, and the veil fell to the ground, revealing Lin Xiangwan's face. The woman saw that Lin Xiangwan dodged the silver needle, and shot out a few silver needles in another burst.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly rose on the ground, and a wind blade hit back the silver needle, but the silver needle turned in a different direction, piercing a flower ball directly on the top of Lin Xiangwan's head, "bang-", the pink petals fell one after another, and Lin Xiangwan turned around and smiled, the wide blue wide sleeves opened and closed to cover it, and it set off her beautiful posture, and her every move was full of poetic charm.

Suddenly, except for Lin Queqing's piano sound and Lin Xiangwanshui's extremely light rubbing sound of the clothes from the opening and closing of the sleeves of the night, everything was quiet without a single ripple.

"As soon as you grow, resend a piece of the past, exile all hopes, add some absurdity, and remember your appearance. It was precisely because of the fall of the moon-white veil that everyone saw her faint smile, and that smile dissipated as she tipped lightly and her clothes fluttered. "A body of frost, whoever lifts the pen only two lines, in exchange for a corner of your health, will sell this vicissitudes, you are still in my heart. ”

In the rain of flowers, the beautiful girl in blue moved with the wind in blue, dancing lightly and gracefully, fluttering like a fairy, and Murong Lin's breathing stagnated, the wine glass in his hand fell, and there was a "pop-" sound, but this light sound was like a thunderclap at this time, waking up the intoxicated people.

Although it was just a light turn, it made everyone feel the breathtaking temperament exuded by her.

This red wish was actually made by Lin Xiangwan when she first learned etiquette and gestures in order to add fun and make her more able to remember etiquette, thinking that she was miserable when she was forced to learn etiquette by her mother Wen Yu, so she came up with this method.

Integrate liturgical movements into dance music.

Lin Queqing came to harass Lin Xiangwan when he was a child, but she was pulled by her to compose music and play the piano together, and he and Lin Xiangwan have played this piece more than 100 times, although they have not played it together for a long time, but the two still cooperate seamlessly at the moment when the piano sound leaks out.

After Pei Shu and Bai Wei finished dancing before, everyone burst into thunderous applause.

And now that Lin Xiangwan and Lin Queqing have finished their song, the surroundings are silent, because everyone has already held their breath, and their eyes can't take their eyes off Lin Xiangwan.

The shadow is ethereal, as if out of dust. The charm is refined, as if a goddess is in the world!