Unlike what I imagined, Ying Zheng is a person with a strict face, but not as vicious as the people say.

Because it was a family banquet, he was only wearing a dark robe today, tied with a purple jade golden crown, although he was about to know the destiny of heaven, his face did not look old.

The hall was extremely quiet, no one dared to speak to the princes and princesses, and I and a group of musicians did not dare to play music.

"Why are you so lonely?" he said in a somewhat displeased tone, "Singing and dancing." ”

The main hall resounded with the sound of silk bamboo because of these three words, and Xiao Xu floated into the hall with a dry dancing girl at the moment when the sound of silk bamboo sounded.

She is wearing the neon dress and dance dress that Aunt Liangsheng ordered someone to make for her overnight, her slender waist is looming under the bright red veil, but her slender figure curve is unobstructed. She swung her snake-like water sleeves and swirled, and a bewitching peony bloomed in the center of the main hall.

The backup dancer surrounded her in a green gauze skirt, changing into different shapes with each of her movements, like green leaves that covered the red flowers.

I looked at Xiao Xu, who was jumping or spinning in the hall, and I felt that she was like a fairy dancing and shuttling in the clouds at the moment. She has been extremely talented since she was a child, and her body is slimmer than mine, and her agile body seems to have been born to dance. Although I grew up with her and am also a Fang dancer, I have always been out of reach of her.

When the music entered **, I tightly plucked the pipa in my arms and whispered, "It's almost there." ”

As soon as the words ended, the crisp sound of the accompanying dancers stepping on the chimes formed a circle in the center of the hall.

Their hands were tightly folded together, like a delicate jade platform. Then, a small jade foot tied to a bell stepped on this jade platform, and I knew that this jade foot belonged to Xiao Xu.

The slender red figure was lifted into the air, and the water sleeve on her wrist was flexibly rotated in the air, and all the pink petals she hid in the sleeve floated out. A rain of petals drifted over her main hall, and finally, she stepped back to the ground with a sharp somersault and landed in the rain.

Zhao Wu is the best in the world, and Xiao Xu is the daughter of the dancing girl Feixue Ji, who was once famous in Zhao Kingdom, so her song "Colorful Butterfly in the Clouds" deserves to be called one of the most magnificent dances in the world.

She is so beautiful in the dance, she is a well-deserved beautiful colorful butterfly.

I smiled and watched her kneel on the ground and salute Yingzheng, and my eyes unexpectedly fell on another strange man opposite Fusu Gongzi.

The man looked like he was only in his twenties, and at this moment he was looking at Xiao Xu, who was kneeling in the center of the hall, the wine bottle in his hand was slightly slanted, and the wine was spilled on the ground.

"Which one is the one opposite His Highness Fusu?" I secretly asked the musician beside me.

The musician secretly raised his eyes and looked at me, and then replied in a low voice, "It is the eighteenth son, the youngest son of His Majesty." ”

The Eighteenth Son?

"Good. A few loud applause rang out from the seat above the hall, and the musicians and I stopped our instruments and waited quietly for him to finish.

This song "Colorful Butterflies in the Clouds" dances quite like the charm of the deceased Fei Xue Ji. His voice sounded very interested, he pointed to Xiao Xu, who was kneeling in the hall, and said with a smile: "The dancing girl who leads the dance, you, raise your head." ”

Xiao Xu's body suddenly stiffened when she heard the three words "Fei Xue Ji", she clenched the water sleeve in her hand, and then slowly and with difficulty, she raised her head slowly and with difficulty, and presented her delicate face in front of everyone in the entire hall.

Her phoenix eyes drooped slightly, her long and thick eyelashes vaguely concealed her two jars of clear and glittering autumn water, her eyebrows were dotted with vermilion lotus, which looked like a hint of fairy, the corners of her eyes were decorated with shimmering gold dust, shining in the candlelight, and the two delicate and moist lips were lit by brilliant red.

The man above the hall looked at her with a look of amazement on his face.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"The slave's name is Xiao Xu. Xiao Xu said lightly.

"Xiao Xu?" Ying Zheng chuckled, "It's a good name." The appearance is peugeot, and the dancing posture is also outstanding, you are quite like Fei Xue Ji. ”

Xiao Xu's eyes dilated for a moment, but soon, she bit her lip and closed her eyes.

"The widow likes you very much. Ying Zheng suddenly said, "What reward do you want?"

A sneer rose at the corner of Xiao Xu's mouth, she knocked her head on the ground slightly, and said in a light tone: "The slave doesn't want anything." ”

"Hahahaha......" Ying Zheng laughed happily, he said to the father-in-law standing beside him: "This dancing girl is quite happy, so I will reward her with a thousand taels of gold, a box of jewels, and ......" He turned his gaze to Xiao Xu, "Spread the widow's will, from today onwards, she will be named Concubine Xu, and choose an auspicious day to stay in the Feixue Pavilion of Feixue Ji that year." ”

"Bang dang!"

"Smack!"

With the sound of the strings of the lute in my hand breaking, the wine bottle in the hand of the eighteenth prince fell to the ground.

Xiao Xu's prostrate figure on the ground trembled a little, she tilted her head slightly to look at me, and suddenly the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

It was a sad and bitter smile that seemed to drain all her strength.

"Thank you...... His Majesty the First Emperor...... Longn......"

Soon the palace resounded with the voices of the prince and the princess vying for congratulations, and they couldn't help but congratulate their father, who was over half a hundred years old, on his beauty again.

This is a family banquet belonging to the Qin royal family, they each have their own hearts to play their own role, only their magnificent future in their eyes, but there are no sad tears that Xiao Xu keeps dripping on his sleeves.

Except for the eighteenth son.

Among the princes and princesses present, he was the only one who still knelt on his original seat, his eyes firmly fixed on Xiao Xu, who was prostrate in the center of the hall, and what he held in his hand was a bronze wine bottle that had been deformed.

Tears could not stop falling from my eyes, and I hugged the lute hard to keep myself from crying. The fingers that had been cut by the strings of the lute slashed across the lupa, leaving several shocking traces of bright red blood.

A clean and elegant handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of me, and I looked up to see that it was a kind-faced little eunuch.

"His Royal Highness Fusu asked me to give the veil to the girl. He whispered.

It was as if someone had gently touched the softest place in my heart, and I couldn't help but look at Fusu Gongzi, who was sitting not far in front of me.

His brow furrowed slightly, with a hint of worry in his eyes, and his mouth moved, as if to ask, "Are you okay?"

The deep eyes are so honest and sincere, in the face of such eyes, how can I refuse this tenderness he gave me?

Xiao Xu, who lost his soul, stumbled away with the support of a dancing girl, and the sound of silk and bamboo in the hall rose again, and I blindfolded my eyes with the orchid-scented handkerchief, and cried in the corner.