She looked up and saw twelve young girls in pale golden gauze dresses in the center of the hall, wearing golden hairpins on their heads, and large swathes of naked/naked backs, and gold powder painted on their skins, looking beautiful and seductive.

The sound of silk and bamboo orchestras resumed, and they danced in the eyes of everyone, and their snow-white beauty // legs occasionally poked out of the skirts, attracting the men's eyes to linger on those graceful bodies.

She looked at Jun Tianlan, but the other party seemed to know that she would look at him, and was looking at her teasingly.

Her face immediately turned red.

After the dance, all the dancing girls took their dance skirts and bowed their heads and retreated to the side.

The music stopped, and the light in the hall dimmed.

However, the men present became excited, and regardless of the beauties around them, their eyes were firmly fixed on the vermilion spiral staircase at the end of the hall, and the coveted color in their eyes was faintly visible.

In the eerie silence, a beam of light fell on the stairs.

A woman in a crimson dress, holding a bottle of wine, walked down the stairs.

Under the golden light, her temples are towering, and she wears a three-handled lotus flower with tassels on her head.

That face is not stunning, but it reveals a different kind of beauty, it is a beauty that is not touched by the breath of fireworks in the mortal world, like a fairy concubine stepping on the clouds, which can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

And the crimson collar was wide open, revealing her slender neck and half of the snow white on her chest, which was almost a fatal temptation for the men present.

She held a white porcelain wine bottle, swaying step by step, lotus flower step by step.

When she got down the stairs, everyone was boiling.

The lights in the hall came on again, but no one made a noise, only their excited eyes wide, as if waiting for something.

The high platform rose from the center of the hall, and the girl in the scarlet dress landed on the high platform on tiptoe.

Everyone was shouting "Yun Ji", which seemed to be the girl's name.

Yun Ji looked around and smiled sweetly: "The moon is full tonight, and the beautiful scenery is beautiful, it is a good time to have fun." ”

Her voice was soft and coquettish, and that coquettishness did not come from acquired training, that coquettishness, as if it emanated from her bones, made the men present dizzy, and they only hated to take out all the gold and silver in their pockets and give it to her.

Yun Ji put the wine bottle she was holding in a corner of the high platform and bowed to everyone: "Yun Ji only danced, thank you for your support." ”

The lights dimmed again, except for a few golden lanterns above the platform.

The long ribbon was tossed into the air, Yun Ji's waist was folded, and all the instruments played at the same time like fairy music, and she danced in the golden light, her large crimson sleeves and skirt like a blooming red cloud, setting off her like a mortal.

Shen Miaoyan is a woman, so naturally she is not as fascinated by those men.

She quietly looked at Jun Tianlan and Chu Yunjian, these two people didn't seem to care much about the dance, but took advantage of the darkness to observe the surroundings.

The music gradually reaches its climax, and Yun Ji's dance becomes more and more rapid.

Shen Miaoyan wrinkled the tip of her nose, she smelled the fragrance in the dark.

Extremely faint, imperceptible scent.

It smells very good.

And she once smelled this fragrance, in Suwen's pharmacy.

-- This is the incense of forgetting worries, which is extracted from seventy-seven forty-nine plants such as forgetfulness grass and iris, which is very precious and smells, and if it is made stronger, it is a good anesthetic, and the patient smells it and falls into a coma, so we can help him treat his wounds. But Mademoiselle, remember that this fragrance is not to be smelled too much, it will be addictive.

Shen Miaoyan's mind clearly appeared what Su Wen had said, she pinched the hem of her skirt, and watched Yun Ji's gaze gradually change.

And for some reason, Yun Ji, who flew up in mid-air, suddenly let out a soft snort, and the whole person turned into a butterfly with folded wings, and fell down weakly.

The crowd didn't know whether they were bewitched by the incense, or if they were still immersed in the shocking dance, and no one did anything to save them.

At the critical moment, the young man in the moon-white brocade robe was on tiptoe, flew up, held Yun Ji in his arms, and spun and landed on the high platform.

Yun Ji slowly opened her beautiful eyes, and then faced an elegant and handsome face.

There was a faint smile on the corner of the man's lips, and his eyes were warm and watery, clear to the bottom, but if you looked closely, you couldn't see this person's mind at all.

Yun Ji has seen countless handsome sons, and she is also good at reading people's hearts, but she has never seen such a noble and mysterious son.

Chu Yunjian let go of her hand, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes and took a few steps back: "Thank you, childe......"

Everyone seemed to have just come back to their senses, and the faint and strange fragrance of forgetting worries was still spreading in the hall, and a maid came out with a smile to play a round: "Miss Yun Ji has just been sick, and she has disappointed you." ”

The group of men were still enthusiastic, they didn't care about Yun Ji's mistakes at all, they just kept complimenting, and countless people bought flowers and asked to give them to Yun Ji.

Shen Miaoyan casually asked a maid to find out that a flower basket costs a thousand taels of silver.

She quietly watched hundreds of flower baskets being sent upstairs by the maids, and then looked at the men who were still unsatisfied, and couldn't help but feel that these people were really rich, and they were more generous than those nobles in the capital.

But I don't know where all this gold and silver come from and where it goes?

It is said that the disaster situation in the south is serious, and the local officials keep asking the imperial court to provide relief and release grain, but being in the center of the disaster area gives people an illusion: where there is any drought or locust plague, this world is clearly still a peaceful and prosperous world, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, and have not been displaced at all.

She looked at the high platform, and that Yun Ji said words of thanks to Chu Yunjian shyly, and Chu Yunjian always smiled.

Just as he was watching, he saw Yun Ji pick up the white porcelain wine bottle in the corner and whispered softly to everyone: "This Lin Gongzi saved me, Yun Ji is very grateful." Yun Ji was frightened tonight, so she stopped serving the winner of the gambling game, and instead served Lin Gongzi. ”

After that, he bowed apologetically to everyone, and personally raised his hand to Chu Yunjian, Chu Yunjian folded the fan, as if he was a noble son, and walked upstairs with her.

Everyone was indignant, but no one dared to say a word, so they had to continue to gamble and play with the beauty in their arms.

Jun Tianlan watched Chu Yunjian go upstairs and glanced at Xiahou Ming, who came back to his senses and hurriedly went to chase Chu Yunjian.

He took Shen Miaoyan's hand and said lightly, "Let's go." ”

"Leaving now?" Shen Miaoyan was surprised, and couldn't help but look at Chu Yunjian's back, "Don't wait for them?" ”

"Not necessarily."

The two of them stepped out of the boat and stepped onto land, and the noise in their ears was slightly subdued.

Shen Miaoyan took a big breath of fresh air, looked back at the huge painting boat that was still bright, and there were countless guests in brocade clothes walking there.

Like a moth eagerly approaching the light.

She was about to talk to Jun Tianlan about the strange fragrance of forgetting worries in the painting boat, when she was suddenly stunned.

She thought about the weirdness of that hall.

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I went out with a little personal matter today, and only wrote four chapters. The editor greatly asked for 10,000 words a day during this time, hoping that she would not check and update the QAQ

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