When Jiang Duanchen returned from the court, he immediately went to find Su Ling.

"Ling'er, have you packed up? Let's go to the show. Jiang Duanchen didn't care about changing out of his official uniform, and called before Su Ling's house price arrived.

Xue Fei stopped Jiang Duanchen and reminded him that the clothes were too conspicuous, and also explained to him the abnormality that he found Qing'er today.

After Jiang Duanchen heard this, his brows tightened and he pondered.

Then he muttered to himself, "Oh? Then I'm going to see what they're going to do. ”

Su Ling heard the movement and pushed the door out of the room.

Su Ling was wearing a plum blossom pattern robe, with a butterfly daffodil skirt inside, and a Lingyun bun, like a fairy descending to earth.

Jiang Duanchen was fascinated by the fact that the thin girl who was extremely lacking in nutrition had been raised by him for nothing, and he actually felt a sense of accomplishment.

He quickly stepped forward and hugged the girl who pounced on him, "Ling'er is so beautiful today." ”

Su Ling touched Jiang Duanchen's purple court clothes, and also sighed, "The first time I saw Jiang Gongzi wearing court clothes, it was a little different from usual. ”

Jiang Duanchen asked with interest, "What's the difference?" ”

Su Ling commented seriously: "On weekdays, Gongzi Jiang is gentle and elegant, but after coming back from the palace, he has an inexplicable sense of alienation and solemnity, and his extravagance is compelling, which makes people not angry and arrogant." ”

Jiang Duanchen thought that it was the aura of the city that he had been contaminated in the court that gave Su Ling such a feeling, so he decided to change out of his court clothes.

In front of Su Ling, Jiang Duanchen just wanted her to see her gentle side, as for those dark sides, he would never show them in front of Su Ling in his life.

"Then Ling'er wait for me, I'll go change my clothes." Jiang Duanchen withdrew his embrace.

"Okay." Su Ling nodded obediently.

After the two of them packed up, they were ready to set off to watch the Western Regions performance.

The stage is set up at the entrance of the Death Building.

When Su Ling and the others arrived, the deceased building was crowded with people.

Jiang Duanchen led Su Ling and stood at the front of the stage. Qing'er still looked preoccupied, and Xue Fei kept staring at her every move.

The door of the Death Building was open, wisps of white smoke floated out of the room, and a man with a woman-like face walked out of the door wearing a bewitching red robe.

Xue Fei was immediately vigilant.

Unlike the daylight, the man's voice became handsome and clear.

"Hello everyone, thank you for coming to watch the performance of our Death Building, I will be impressed by tonight's performance, next, the visual feast will begin!"

The huqin sounded.

A woman with a snow-white complexion and a charming demeanor slowly jumped into the stage holding a red gauze skirt. The woman's dance steps are graceful like a swimming dragon and a sacred bird. The bells on her waist and ankles struck as she danced. Her curly brown hair fluttered in the wind with her agile posture.

Inch by inch, golden lotus blossoms were born under his feet.

When she raised her hand, the fireflies in the air also followed, landing on the girl's fingertips, shining brightly.

The girl spun with the radical rhythm of the huqin, and the stage was like a gorgeous red moon blooming.

The sound of the huqin was broken.

The girl stepped back slowly.

The crowd was clearly unsatisfied.

Without waiting for the crowd to urge, a strong man wearing a thick mask with thick temples and a copper-colored beard came to the stage with a lion mask, and the strong man danced on the stage with the rhythm of the music.

The lion mask in his hand seemed to be alive, and it turned into a tall and mighty lion body attached to the strong man's side, and a beast roar that resounded through the sky came, making everyone in the audience feel as if they were there.

The strong man changes his complicated steps, his movements are vigorous and unpredictable.

The difficulty of the tiger jumps and jumps the viewer's eyes, as if it is not a human being dancing on the stage, but a majestic lion.

After the strong man danced, the accompaniment sound was like a whisper, intermittent.

The strong man left the stage, and a group of exotic women dressed in silk brocade clothes floated softly onto the stage.

For a time, the stage was colorful, singing and dancing together.

The woman's head, neck and body movements are perfectly integrated, and the tacit transformation of dance steps between each other makes the audience haunted by dreams like a visual feast.

It was the first time Su Ling saw such a shocking scene, his eyes kept flashing, Jiang Duanchen turned his head and saw Su Ling's happy appearance, and he also smiled.

Qing'er looked at the dancers on the stage with worried eyes, and Xue Fei followed Qing'er's line of sight and noticed that she was staring at the man standing on the left side of the stage—that is, the Venerable Lord he had found during the day.

Xue Fei cleared Qingsang, attached himself to Qing'er's side and asked, "What's wrong, Miss Qing'er?" Not interested in acting? I see you've been absent-minded. ”

Qing'er was suddenly asked by Xue Fei, and quickly retracted her gaze, pretending to be happy, "No, I'm very happy, this performance is very good." ”

"How's it going, guys?" The man walked to the center of the stage at some point, still speaking clearly.

"Good!"

Everyone in the audience was amazed.

"I know you're not done yet, don't worry, there's more to come, but ......" The man paused, his eyes sweeping over the audience.

"I need a helper."

Xue Fei felt that something was wrong, and the moment the man's gaze stayed on Qing'er, Xue Fei raised his hand.

"I'll help you."

The man and Qing'er didn't expect to be interrupted by Xue Fei, and both looked at him in surprise.

Qing'er pushed Xue Fei, who was in front of her, and reminded softly, "What are you going to do, Xue Gongzi." ”

Xue Fei turned around and made an awkward excuse, "I think it's funny, I want to go up and go back to him." ”

Jiang Duanchen also looked at Xue Fei, and the two gestured to each other with their eyes.

The man saw Xue Fei's resolute attitude, and everyone in the audience was watching again, so he had to compromise, "Then this son will come up." ”

Xue Fei jumped over the crowd and onto the stage.

"Tell me, how can I help?"

The man looked at Xue Fei suspiciously, and the corners of his lips hooked up with a meaningful smile. In a voice that could only be heard by two people, he slowly spoke, "Childe's sugar gourd is quite sweet." "The indistinguishable voices of the male and female in the day were restored.

Xue Fei was silent, looking at the man expressionlessly, wanting to see what tricks he was going to play.

"Childe just needs to stand here." The man made a gesture. Arrange for Xue Fei to stand in the center of the stage.

Jiang Duanchen stared at the man's every move in case something happened.

Qing'er's face was even more worried.

The man on the stage took out a thin stick and lit a raw flower on Xue Fei's body. Everyone in the audience laughed as they watched an eight-foot-tall man with flowers blooming all over his body.

Xue Fei felt speechless.

"Hahaha, Xue Fei is probably going to be angry." Jiang Duanchen originally looked serious, but he couldn't help but laugh when he saw Xue Fei's embarrassed appearance.

Xue Fei has always been a cold-faced guard in front of him, and being teased like this has a hint of fireworks.

Su Ling also thought it was funny, but she didn't dare to laugh uncontrollably, so she could only cover her mouth secretly.

The man looked at his masterpiece and smiled with satisfaction, then threw the thin stick into the air, instantly turning into white snowflakes and falling on Xue Fei's body. Snowflakes with flowers turn into crystal clear ice flowers in the blink of an eye.

"It's so beautiful!" Su Ling sighed, she finally understood what Sheng Huai'an said, "Spring snow is full of air, and the touch is like a flower"

The man broke off an ice flower, but in his hand it turned into an ice pick, and with a twist of his wrist, the ice pick stabbed into Xue Fei's chest without a sound.

With a "poof", Xue Fei spat out blood, blood dripped on the ice flowers, and all the illusions were fleeting.

"Kill...... Killed! Someone in the audience reacted.

Qing'er's pupils widened, and she looked at everything in front of her in disbelief, "Luo Mizar! What are you doing! ”

Su Ling didn't have time to react to all this, she only heard Qing'er angrily shouting a name, and then saw Xue Fei fall on the stage.

Jiang Duanchen hurriedly covered Su Ling's eyes.

This is the end of a visual feast.