When Li Wangxing followed Gareth's footsteps into the banquet hall, the musicians were playing the light and swift tune "Golden Autumn Drunken Song", which was adapted by the muse from the folk tune "Pumpkin Stand" of the Bright Empire, which is the song for the peasants to celebrate the harvest every autumn, and whenever this song is sung in the empire, people know that this year's granaries are full again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The whole piece is full of joy and enthusiasm, and it is a must-have song for banquets.

Dressed in gorgeous costumes and eminent figures, they all brought their dance partners to the center of the dance floor. A group of bejeweled women in glamorous costumes, in the gentle light, began to be put around the arms of a group of aristocratic gentlemen. Singing and dancing, fragrant breeze filled.

In the center of the magnificent dance floor, there are dozens of finger-sized night pearls in the middle of the palace lamp, the golden tassels on the lamps trembling slightly, combined with the shining floor and the low hanging velvet red drapery, giving people a sense of trance.

Li Wangxing's eyes moistened, he finally returned to the human world, only two years had passed, and it was already like a world away.

Gather your emotions, he knows his task tonight.

Gareth had to be convinced of himself and convinced that he had what it took to make Daknis fall in love with him, or he wouldn't have taken such a big risk to fetch the scales of the Golden Viper.

Li Wangxing's gaze shuttled back and forth in the crowd, and he wanted to find a suitable test subject.

Seeing a couple of men and women standing on the edge of the dance floor, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, and he whispered to Gareth, "Do you see that girl over there? In five minutes, I'll make her fall in love with me." ”

Gareth had a confused expression, why are you kidding me?

"Lord Harry Potter, do you know who that is? That's Miss Leah, the granddaughter of Old Lady Windsor, and her sister is Miss Melanie of Crown City. ”

Miss Leah was dressed in a beige bandeau gown, her skin was snow-white, and the gown set off the perfect curves of her body so charmingly. The man next to her was dressed in a dark blue dress, embellished with a red tulip on his chest, and his tall figure made him look elegant and noble.

A pair like this is something that anyone can look away from.

Just as Gareth was looking at him in surprise, Li Wangxing took out a red rose from the vase beside him and strode towards his target, Miss Leah.

He bowed to her in what seemed the most graceful way he thought to be, and stretched out his hand to present the rose with drops of water on the branches.

Miss Leah often encounters men's excessive hospitality, and has long been extremely tired of this, although this one looks pleasing to the eye, but she is too young, wearing a decent black dress with white hair, and a face as clean as a white cloud, it looks like someone's little boy has come out to hang out.

She frowned and didn't respond. The man next to her smiled even more disdainfully, and I don't know how many people were blocked by her tonight.

"She bathed in the morning dew and gave me a bouquet of roses, and she clothed me in the sun and sent me on a journey to a distant land. No matter where I am, my heart is always holding on to the girl who is like a rose. Dear Miss Leah, it is a great honor to meet you tonight. Li Wangxing read softly.

Miss Leah's eyes lit up.

Li Wangxing watched the change in her eyes and knew that he had made the right bet.

He noticed at the beginning that although the man next to her stayed together, she never took the initiative to talk, and her face was not happy at all. It was clear that she was bored with this man, but it was only too obvious for the sake of her face.

The fingertips of her right middle finger and index finger are slightly concave, this is a perennial indentation, which is a characteristic of a person who has been sitting at the desk for a long time to hold a pen, and then combined with her clothing taste and family background, this lady must be full of poetry and books and has an extremely independent personality, which is not something that ordinary men can surrender.

To this day, Li Wangxing is extremely glad that he had secretly studied women's psychology in his previous life because he had a crush on the class girl in his class, and playing a well-educated and courteous man in front of the lady in front of him was a successful strategy, but it was also fortunate that he had read a lot of books.

"May I ask who you are?" asked Miss Leah softly.

Li Wangxing said with a serious face: "It's just an ordinary person who admires your nobility and beauty, the goddess is above, your face is like the sun in the night sky, after seeing you, I will never be able to sleep again." ”

The jaw of the man next to him dropped, he had never seen such shameless courtesy.

Miss Leah was amused by the undisguised affection of the boy, who seemed to be a few years younger than herself, "Little one, I promise you will sleep more soundly tonight than usual." “

"If I'm asleep, it's probably because I want to meet you in my dreams. ”

Miss Leah smiled and shook her head, "Thank you for such explicit affection, little one, if I were fifteen, I would have thought you were an interesting person." ”

The implication was that these sugar-soaked words meant nothing to her now.

Li Wangxing didn't feel frustrated at all, he raised the rose in his hand again: "Beautiful things should be together, if this flower knows that her belonging is your slender jade hand, she must feel relieved." If you will, Miss Leah, be assured that the contemptible Harry Potter will have a beautiful poem for you. ”

Miss Leah was amazed at his stubbornness, aristocrats often regard face as life, and it is rare for them to be so unyielding after being rejected.

She had no ill feelings towards this young man who spoke directly but always behaved decently and smiled, and besides, it was indeed evident from what he had just said that it was not the kind of straw bale who did not learn and did not know how to do it, so she accepted the red rose in his burning eyes, and waited with great interest to listen to his verses.

Li Wangxing proudly glanced at the man with an unkind face next to him, and saw that no, this is the level.

He paced slowly to Leah's side, his white hair shedding down to give his face a strange charm.

"The last rose of summer,

She is still open in solitude;

All her lovely companions,

They have withered and died;

There is never a single flower anymore,

By her side,

Reflecting her crimson face,

Sigh and grieve with her. “

Miss Leah's heart felt as if she had been struck, as if she could feel the cool summer breeze gently passing in her ears, and the afternoon sun warmly shone on the last rose, but she was powerless to hold back its withering. Li Wangxing's silky voice reciting the poems carried a faint sadness, sad but not sad.

"I don't want to see you continue to suffer,

Lonely on the branches;

May you follow your companions,

Sleep together peacefully;

Or let me take your fragrant petals,

Take a gentle walk on the flower beds.

Let you be with my lost love,

Buried in that loess. ”

He removed the rose from Miss Leah's hand and pinned it gently to her bun.

"Rather than being left alone to survive, it is better to let the rhizome petals fall into the soil and sleep with your companions, which is the real destination. How beautiful life is, how happy it is, when we see the beauty of the past gradually withering, and we can't save its withering, it is better to cherish the moment that stays in our lives. Li Wangxing said softly.

"The last rose of summer, only she is still blooming alone. Miss Leah read the verse she had just written, and was tugged at by the young man's poem

Li Wangxing secretly enjoyed in his heart, a twenty-year-old man and a thirty-year-old woman were most likely to be moved by this kind of little sadness and little feelings. Miss Leah is not married at this age, and she is a very old leftover girl, this song "The Last Rose of Summer" expresses the sadness of love and the withering of youth, which can make people feel a warm sense of nostalgia from the depths of their hearts, and it is best to comfort this kind of older leftover girl with an independent personality.

The man next to him couldn't stand it anymore.

"Boy, you copied the poem, I remember hearing someone read it. ”

Li Wangxing smiled: "Oh, that's a coincidence, there is still the last paragraph of this poem, since you have heard it, then you read two sentences." “

The man choked on this.