Fan Zhen couldn't help murmuring, "Is there such a beautiful woman in the world?" He raised his head, and felt that he had also become a snowflake, supported by the sound of the harp, and walked with the wind, not knowing where he came from, not knowing where he was going------

"What I think about is in Qilian, and I want to go to the snow from it, and I look sideways to the north and stain my scarf. Siren gave me brocade satin, how to report the green jade case. The road is far away, so don't sigh, what is worrying and upset------

Suddenly there was a sound of a woman singing on the ice in the distance, and Fan Zhen looked up and saw a woman dressed in a black gauze brocade dress and a black gauze scarf slowly walking towards the boat from the ice------

The black shadow against the white snow and ice, it looks even more slender and delicate, full of immortals, and when you look at it coldly, it is as mysterious as the night.

The woman's voice was not clear, but a little hoarse, but this hoarseness not only did not detract from the beauty of the music, but added a different charm to the music like a halo of moonlight. The lyrics are lingering and easy to understand, as if to say that a woman misses her sweetheart, looks sideways, and wants to follow him for a long time, but is blocked by the wind and snow of the world and cannot do so.

The thoughts are deep and resentful, the love is obsessed and the song is sung, and the wandering melancholy contains infinite fascination. The song is ethereal, dissolving, as if in the ears for a while, and difficult to find for a while, just like the sunset and the snow in the night, which makes people meditate and forget, but they can't help but feel sad and full of tears.

Aman's piano music stopped abruptly, and the weeping song suddenly stopped, but the frozen river still seemed to echo with lingering sounds. The Fan brothers were stunned, and suddenly disappeared the black shadow, and Fan Zhen was a little anxious: "What about people? Where did it go?"

"Brother, don't worry," Fanwei walked to the porthole and patted his brother's shoulder: "I must have already gone up the gangway, please wait a while, and I will enter the cabin immediately."

Fan Zhen also realized that he was quite out of shape, especially in front of Fang Aman, so he cleared his throat a little embarrassed and sat back in front of the desk.

After a while, only a jingling sound was heard, and the woman in black slowly stepped into the cabin and stood in the open space in the middle of the cabin without saying a word. Her face was tightly covered by the veil, and when the breeze blew, the veil fluttered like light smoke, swaying from side to side but not spreading, and she could vaguely see a white face, but she couldn't see her eyebrows clearly.

Fan Zhen was trying to see the face hidden under the veil, and suddenly saw Gongzi squeezing his eyebrows at him, and looked down on his gaze, and couldn't help but move in his heart. It turned out that the woman in black was barefoot, and her two beautiful feet were as beautiful as blooming orchid stamens, the soles of her feet were slender and petite, and her ankles were round, and they were white and transparent, like a flawless piece of jade. Fan Zhen couldn't help but be stunned------

"I've seen you." The woman bowed slightly, and her voice rustled, like an early morning mist, rippling everywhere.

Fan Zhen forced himself to calm his mind, sat down slightly, and asked, "I heard that you are both beautiful and artistic, and you have already appreciated the singing, what other art can you offer?"

"I would like to dance for you." The woman said calmly.

"Okay." Fanwei motioned to Aman, who took a pose and let it go. A passionate and desolate music comes out gracefully, and the melody is quite exotic, which is very different from the traditional music of the Central Plains. Sometimes low and grand like ten thousand horses sweeping the grassland, sometimes faintly whistling like a long wind sweeping through the forest sea, steep a high uplift, like a long chant, the sound of the piano sonorous splash, just like the sunset under the strong man singing, desolate and far, sad and agitated, straight to make the heartstrings tremble.

Accompanied by the sonorous sound of the piano, the woman danced, and for a moment she felt as if a ubiquitous dark cloud had passed through the cabin. Sometimes this dark cloud passed quietly overhead, sometimes it rotated rapidly in the center of the cabin, like a black storm about to rise------ but when everyone was worried, the dark cloud slowly fell in the corner of the cabin, like a crane foraging for food------

Dancing and dancing, the woman suddenly stretched out her jade arm and tore off the hem of the long skirt, revealing two slender, bright jade legs. The black skirt is lined with long legs that are as clear as white jade, and the two Fan brothers are salivating------

Before the two of them came back to their senses, a lofty sound sounded, and the woman suddenly ripped off the black cloth around her waist, and the smooth and smooth waist under the black corset danced like a snake------ Fan Zhen couldn't care about decency,

He straightened up, stared straight at the slender and twisting waist, and his mouth was so wide that he couldn't close it anymore.

A long trilling ended, and the woman stood still, like a black jade carved stone statue. The air in the cabin seemed to freeze, and all eyes were focused on her veil. The woman turned around, gently took off the black face scarf, and sat down on the ground in shock, unable to get up again.

What kind of face is this? It's really shockingly beautiful. The tall nose bridge, the half-deep eye sockets, and the appearance of a half-beard are very different from the women of the Central Plains, but they have endless thousands of styles. She was smiling, but there was always a lingering sadness between her eyebrows. This woman is not like a person in the world, and she can be regarded as a woman who has read countless women, but when she sees this black gauze woman, she will unconsciously feel sorry for her, forget who she is, and just want to become wind and qi, surround her, relieve her happiness and soothe her sorrows------

No one noticed that in the poplar forest on the bank of the glacier, a sealed wagon was paying attention to the sound of music and dancing from the boat, and did not let go of the slightest thing.

"It seems that it has been done. Tonight, Fanzi will either stay on the boat, or he will bring the orchid back to the palace." Outside the carriage, an old man leaned against the carriage board and whispered.

A clear voice came from the compartment: "Limber, there is nothing to worry about. With the posture of turning orchids, how can it not be done? Man," she scoffed, "a woman who wants to tempt a man must not be seen at once. You have to drink like wine, little by little, little by little, to get drunk, this is the taste, if you pour a jar at once, and immediately get drunk like a dead pig, where will there be any other thoughts?"

"Yes," the old man said with great admiration, "the Lord has read countless people, and he has won the hearts of the people of the world. That time is also from the world, and all kinds of women have seen it, but it is not beautiful, and it will be interesting. Turning an orchid is beautiful, and it's also how to taste it."

"Alright, Limber. Let's go back to the Thousand Green Pavilion, and immediately send someone to Haojing to deliver a letter to the master, saying that the matter of Fancheng has been completed, and the rest of the matter can be arranged." Wu Kui seemed a little tired, and commanded lightly.

"No!"

On the second day of turning orchid into the palace, Mrs. Fantai Ying was overjoyed when she heard the news, and quickly summoned Ying Yuan to enter the palace to make a plan, and the two planned for a long time. It wasn't until the palace gate was under the key that he left in a hurry.

Since then, the major wine restaurants and guest houses in Fancheng have been circulating the news of the monarch's new favorite. Legend has it that this orchid is a stunner born for a day, and only takes pleasure in serving the bed. This girl is so beautiful and plump, her body is so soft that she has a thousand twists and turns, and the couch is so hot that there are no taboos. On the first night of Fanjunde, he felt that he was very different from a group of ladies and concubines from noble backgrounds. Because of the great happiness, over time I know more about the taste, and I only turn to the orchid and ignore political affairs.

There are even some unbearable rumors, and Fang Aman, the prostitute boy next to Gongzi, also enters the palace from time to time, and is involved between Fanjun and Zhuan Orchid, making a body that can be advanced or retreated by both men and women for the two of them to enjoy. Since then, Fanjun or two or three people have indulged in the couch, and they have regarded the ladies and concubines of the first palace as dung.

People said with their eyebrows fluttering, but there were also some people who couldn't help shaking their heads and saying, "In the long run, how can there be no accidents in Fanguo?"

Once a person is free from control and restraint, coupled with the temptation of external forces, the evil in the depths of human nature will be like a devil who has broken free from his chains, unscrupulously and without scruples. At least, Fanzhen is a typical example.

When he was still a teenager, Fan Zhen secretly made Yin evil deeds to the maids around him, but they were all slaves around him, who dared to leak it, and there was a father and a son, and it was like an iron bucket. Now, he has become the monarch, and many of the constraints that he was still afraid of in the past have been dispersed, and the only lady who can barely control him, Mrs. Ying, is eager for him to be a Burmese woman all day long, which has fueled the pleasure of power and almost wants to show his strength in Miyagi.

Ever since he got the orchid on the Lion River, and there is a male and female statue of Fang Aman, Fan Zhen has been like a demon, soaking in the palace all day long and mingling with these two people, not distinguishing the sun and the moon. From time to time, the boy couldn't help but enter the palace, and the four of them rolled into a ball, which was eye-catching.

In such a situation, although it is strict, it is difficult to guarantee that one day the palace outside the palace will not know about these ugly things in the palace. Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore.

The fireplace in the warm hall was blazing, but there was not a trace of smoke. The doors of the temple are open

Open, through the corridor left and right, there are hundreds of pots of chrysanthemums, Wei Zi Yao Huang, dazzling, you can smell a refreshing fragrance from afar.

After all, Mrs. Fantai is nearly forty years old, and her figure has been slightly blessed, but the skin on her face is still soft and smooth, and there is no wrinkle. Today, I wore a silkworm dress with red on the top and black on the bottom, and her fair face was reflected in the red on the clothes, adding a bit of girlish beauty. She is almost forty years old, her hair is still black and shiny, like brocade, faintly shining, her head is combed in a bun of nine immortals, interlocking, the hairstyle is cumbersome and abnormal, and it is extremely luxurious.

Today is Mrs. Tai's birthday, and the harem concubines are specially invited to come together to enjoy the chrysanthemum. Of course, the exception is Zhuan Orchid, she has been a white body since she entered the palace, and she has no grade. and served Fanjun on the bed every day, even if he made a post, he couldn't be empty, so he simply avoided this stubble.

In this way, those who come to enjoy the chrysanthemums are all concubines who have grades but are not favored, no matter how much ridicule and praise, there is always a sense of loneliness that permeates the room.