Is that fairy woman on the brocade really a princess?

The woman in white covered her face with a light veil, her delicate eyes were even more charming and bright than the crescent moon, and the narrow eyes were colored, which was a faint purple, and the indescribable charm in the beauty was clear. The long snow-white neck is covered by the collar, with an ascetic beauty.

The woman's front leaned, turned over and jumped on the high platform, and the snow satin around her body turned into a spiral, as if the rainbow of rain over the clear sky, under the illumination of the palace lamp, emitting bright colors, and forming a pattern around the girl.

Xia Linglong was stunned for a moment, there was a slight annoyance in her eyes, she put away her shocked heart, she walked quickly to the piano platform, sat down, stroked the piano, and a weird smile welled up at the corner of her mouth.

Mu Chujian, I want to see what you are capable of?

Hum...... It's just a broken flower and a willow.

The white jade fingers stroked the strings, Xia Linglong played with a smile, and the skillful technique accompanied by the quiet sound of the piano slowly spread.

Hearing the sound of the piano, his eyes moved, and his eyes seemed to be full of smiles, crystal clear.

The white gauze flicked, like a light butterfly wing, and the seemingly flexible brocade was like a spirit snake in Mu Chujin's hand, twisting and circling gracefully, swaying upward.

The figure is like a charm, bending a charming arc in the air, and the long hair like a cloud is spread out in the wind, with an unbeatable domineering.

Mu Chujin is mixed with fantasy and unpredictable light skills in dancing, and every movement is danced to the extreme by her.

She already has dancing skills, and now with light skills, she is even more comfortable and comfortable in water.

Xia Linglong looked at the white-clothed girl spinning on the high platform, her eyes narrowed, her fingers tightened, and the rhythm of the piano music changed in an instant, from the previous gentle and long moment to sharp and fast.

Xia Linglong's fingers were like flying, and the beautiful notes were rushing out under her hands, and the situation instantly became tense, if there were no skilled dance steps, she would not be able to keep up with the rhythm of the notes.

Seeing the slightly chaotic footsteps of the girl opposite, Xia Linglong was overjoyed, and the corners of her lips hooked up with a smile, although Mu Chujin danced beautifully, but she only made a few moves at random, and there was no regularity, if she changed the rhythm casually, it would make her messy.

Hum! Mu Chujin, you're just like that!

Xia Linglong smiled proudly.

Thin sweat oozed from her white forehead, Mu Chujin's cheeks were slightly red, and she secretly scolded Xia Linglong for being despicable, the instantaneous change just now caught her off guard, and her dance steps were slightly messy.

Although he was anxious in his heart, he didn't show it on his face. The white silk in his hand was still dancing like a snake, crossing the night sky, as if he had a direction, and hit the woman on the piano platform directly.

Xia Linglong was still intoxicated with complacency, defenseless against Mu Chujin's move, she only felt a strong wind hitting the door in front of her, with a cold murderous aura, which made her heart tremble, and she almost jumped up from the chair in fright.

But something unexpected happened, a jade white wine glass instantly missed the direction of the white silk, allowing the compelling murderous aura to rub against her earlobe, although the wine glass intercepted the murderous aura, it still made her earlobe feel painful.

One can imagine how terrible it would be if the white silk swept into her face.

Xia Linglong's face turned white, her fingers shook, and the rhythm of the piano tone slowed down.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, and everyone gasped, but no one dared to speak, still looking at the light and cold figure on the dance floor, it was a woman as cold as a ghost, she seemed to have quenched poison, with cold beauty. Although she is cold, she still makes you unconsciously want to get closer, which seems to be the stubbornness of a moth to a fire, knowing that it is a dead end, but still willing to eat.

The dark eyes swept and looked straight at the snow-plum-scented man in the VIP seat, his hands were empty, and the corners of his pale lips were full of smiles, warm and charming, but they no longer belonged to her.

Mu Chujin's face was cold, his pupils were like deep night, and he could no longer see the edge.

She suddenly wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh, the sour pain in her eyes, the exact same face, but she would never defend her again, but to help another woman in front of her, a woman who deliberately made things difficult for her.

Good!

Great!

Smiling slightly, the cold color under his eyes climbed, Mu Chujin bowed on his back, and in the breeze, the white veil on his face floated with the wind, and inadvertently fell into the man's eyes.

It is still a familiar face, beautiful and charming, with a full face unique to a girl, as if it is a freshly picked peach.

The smart eyes have their own aura, which cannot be ignored at a glance.

Qin Youqing's body stiffened, and he couldn't see anything else under his eyes anymore.

The deep pupils were full of dark wounds, I didn't expect to find her on such an occasion, I didn't expect them to meet so dramatically, but he still didn't marry her, and he still proposed to another woman in front of her.

He couldn't give her everything she wanted.

The handsome face gradually turned extremely pale, and he coughed a few times unconsciously, leaving plum blossoms on the snow-white handkerchief. But he didn't care, put away the silk handkerchief, and looked at the white-clothed figure wielding a sword on the stage with obsessive eyes.

With a wave of his hand, the snow-white brocade crossed everyone like a snake and wrapped around the guard's long sword.

Ding——

With a crisp sound, the sword burst out of its shell.

The shining cold sword shone silver in the night, illuminating Mu Chujian's eyes.

Those eyes were extremely dark under the moonlight, with a cold beauty, and with a deep temptation, so that everyone couldn't help but get lost in the deep and deep pupils.

Looking at the sword in his hand, Mu Chujin smiled slightly, got up and jumped, moving the sword like flying, the figure was like a charm, and between the sword light and sword shadows, people only saw a vague white shadow.

Xia Linglong was stunned for a moment, her fingers unconsciously became faster, the rhythm was like a rolling river, flying straight down, but she still couldn't keep up with Mu Chujian's dance steps.

I saw that the sword in the girl's hand like wings in the high air across the silver arc, delicate with a tenacity, strong and a touch of girl's weakness, people feel pity.

The clothes are fluttering, light as cicada wings, and under the moonlight, the girl's face is like white porcelain.

Under the palace lamp.

Under the hazy white sand.

Everyone seemed to want to see the girl's face clearly, they wanted to know what kind of face was hidden under the white veil of Lu Dao, and they seemed to have forgotten that the person on the stage was the ghost-faced princess who was spurned by everyone in Mu Guo - Mu Chujian.

Mu Chujian's movements are getting faster and faster, and his figure keeps changing directions on the stage, which makes people unreal, as if he is a fairy who has strayed into the world, and in the flow of floating clouds, only the thin shadow of everyone's clothes is left.

Xia Linglong kept stroking the piano, her fingertips were blistered by the silver strings because of too much force, she couldn't stop, she couldn't lose, she had to keep up with Mu Chujian's rhythm, she wanted to play tricks on her and make her make a fool of her, but she didn't expect her to torture herself in the same way, she had to hold on, she couldn't make a fool of herself in front of him.