Suddenly, everyone's eyes at the banquet were like beams of light, falling on the girl who broke in.

She approached, like a bright moon rising from the clouds, shining brightly. The jade face is scorching like a hibiscus wave, and the red lips are a little cherry slippery.

Delicate and beautiful, full of beauty.

As soon as she said it, she was even more shocked.

Luo Xu was worried that no one would break the situation, and when he saw Luo Chaolu coming in full costume, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and deliberately asked:

"What is the opinion of the princess?"

Chaolu was calm, and Ying Ying bowed:

"Your Majesty, the Buddha just said that all hues are empty. I'm going to make a bet with the Buddha about this. ”

She raised her delicate jaw, looked at Luo Xiang, who was speechless, and said:

"Today, I would like to offer a dance to the Buddha at the banquet. In the meantime, if the Buddha looks at me, he does not regard me as an empty state, and he will drink this wine according to the covenant with the monks. ”

"On the contrary, if the Buddha always closes his eyes, I will admit defeat."

She was sure that with Luo Xiang's determination, she would never open her eyes to look at her at the end of the dance. He will quickly solve this problem tonight.

On the night banquet, the flowers and lights are shadowed, and the fragrance of Baoding floats.

Everyone was already a little infatuated when they saw her, and their hearts were stirred when they heard her words.

The dance of the princess of Uzi is famous in the Western Regions and is stunning. If you can see it with your own eyes tonight, it will not only be a blessing for three lives, but also an eye edge that can only be cultivated in ten lifetimes.

The banquet, which was originally quiet, became restless again, and they drank the wine bitterly, and rose up to shout and cheer for the princess.

Luo Xiang, who had always been silent, lifted his eyelids, and the surprise in his eyes only flashed, and he was as indifferent as ever. He faced a girl in a bright dress, his hands folded, his expression was dignified, and his tone was calm:

"Female benefactor, why did you come?"

"I came to dance for the Buddha." She avoided his gaze and deliberately provoked, "I don't believe it, your eyes are empty, and you refuse to look at me." ”

Indeed, I have come for you, but I know that you have a firm heart and will not look at me. She said to herself.

When the monks saw her dissolute words, their eyes rose angrily, and they scolded with hatred:

"You witch!" "Bold enchantress, don't talk nonsense!"

Luo Xiang's sharp gaze swept lightly, and the monks closed their voices, but there was still disdain and disdain in their eyes. Only Luo Xiang shook his head slightly, his face was sad, and he closed his eyes again.

Luo Sumi smiled happily, applauded loudly, and said:

"If the Buddha doesn't object, that's if he agrees. Princess, let's get started. ”

Chaolu smiled in response, and the lotus step spun lightly and retreated to the front of the palace gate.

Oh, the goddess came from afar, and the hibiscus was draped left and right.

The water sleeves hang down like clouds, and the shadows are full of shadows, and the figure of the girl is not seen.

In the next moment, the girl raised her water sleeves and spread them like green waves, and the guests who were close seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of the jade body, and they hooked their hearts little by little.

The bare waist is slowly stretched, and a wisp of slenderness is like a clear water and a bud to be released.

At first, it was only a slight swing, and the ring of the jade beads on his waist sounded softly. As the bundle twisted faster and faster, the gap kept rattling. The waist that is not in a grip is hidden in the cloud satin, and the real shadow cannot be seen clearly.

The girl danced unemotionally, the soft gauze skirt spread out one by one, and the jade pestle-like calves loomed. The skin as white as snow, which is obviously pure and pure, but inexplicably beautiful and beautiful, stimulates the viewer's five senses, and the touch of it is a burning flame.

Everyone's hearts were rippling, as if they were fascinated, their eyes were straight, and they didn't notice that the cup in their hands fell to the ground, but they only felt the evil fire surging under their abdomen. There were even good deeds present who couldn't help but discuss:

"Floating like a frightening flood, graceful like a dragon, the color of the city."

"No wonder it is said that when the princess dances, half of the country can be changed. If you can be merry all night under this peony flower, then I am willing to die even if I am afraid of death......"

"Be quiet, that's the princess." "What's wrong with the princess, the princess is also going to marry someone to marry her......"

After speaking, someone peeked at the Buddha on the side of the table, but saw that his face was calm, his eyes were closed, and there was no wave. Only the center of the eyebrows seemed to be frowning slightly.

The drums are dense and the strings are clanging.

The dance music is about to end, the last treble is plucked, the girl jumps, soars into the air, the jade arm stretches, and the water sleeve seems to be two rainbow lights hanging in the sky, like a goddess descending to earth.

When he fell, he pointed to the ground on the tip of his toe, but he had an old wound on his foot, and he was not strong enough to stand firmly.

Unbalanced, she leaned to one side and stepped on the sleeve of the water hanging from the ground. With a "hiss", she tripped over the torn silk and fell to the ground.

"Uh-huh......" she groaned. I thought my ankle was hurting again.

Chaolu subconsciously raised her head and faced a pair of clear black eyes.

Luo Xiang had opened his eyes and was looking at her quietly.

The eyes of the two of them swept over the countless chaotic lines of sight in the hall, wordlessly intertwined.

The moment they looked at each other, the still water in his eyes flowed deeply, and her eyes were full of tears.

The chaotic music and human speech stopped, and the huge palace seemed to have lost a single sound.

A gust of night wind blew from outside the hall, passed through the hall, and under the heavy curtains, the candles flickered.

The Buddha in the shadow of the candle shook gently, his posture was lofty, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he couldn't see it really.

Chaolu sweated, her body trembling in the cold wind, and a trace of chill spread from the soles of her bare feet to the heavenly spirit.

Why did he open his eyes?

Obviously, in her previous life, she was tempted in front of him in every way, and she danced so many times that she danced thousands of times, and he never even moved his eyebrows, nor did he shake his eyelashes.

Tonight's own life and death, why?

Why, give her this look......

Staring at his eyes as deep as the sea, Chaolu only felt that his chest was stuffy, as if he was pressed by a thousand catties of boulders.

For some reason, she faintly felt that this glance seemed to be a little different from before.

This doubt in my heart was instantly overshadowed by anger.

She thought that she gave up the opportunity to escape from the royal court, left her third brother, and came to dance alone, but he opened her eyes like this, ruining her plan to save him.

Chaolu's sweat-soaked little face turned pale with anger, and there was both anger and incomprehension in her beautiful eyes.

"This demon girl is so vicious that she used treacherous tricks to lure the Buddha to open his eyes." A middle-aged monk suddenly jumped out and angrily rebuked Chaolu, who had fallen to the ground.

As soon as he spoke, the rest of the monks came back to their senses and echoed:

"Yes, she just fell down on purpose, taking advantage of the Buddha's pity! His heart is sinister, and his sin cannot be punished! ”

"That's it! The demon girl is bad, this gamble can't be counted! ”

When Chaolu heard this, he was stunned at first, and then chuckled sadly. She fell to her knees, her head hanging very low, and her forehead almost pressed against the cold palace bricks.

He never spoke, as if he had acquiesced.

What Qianfu refers to, there is no word to argue.

She thought to herself, so that she bears the infamy, and he does not have to drink to break his vows.

"Shut up." A low rebuke stopped the monks' invective.

Chaolu raised his head and saw that Luo Xiang had slowly gotten up, and his jade-white robe was covered with frost, like snow that had fallen on him all night.

A pair of eyes, cold light like electricity. His face was solemn, and his voice was steady.

"It's me who opened my eyes, and I have nothing to do with others."

One stone stirs up a thousand waves. In the amazed eyes of everyone, the Buddha who was high above and had no dust in his eyes bowed his head and said:

"I'm willing to gamble and lose."

Luo Sumi, who was stunned, suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, waved his big hand, pointed to the specially prepared three-sided beast head wine vessel, and said:

"Quick, quick! Pour wine for the Buddha! ”

Luo Xiang closed his eyes, sat back in front of the desk, stretched out his hand, and held the white jade cup. With the slight shaking of the glass, the wine swayed, and the mellow aroma overflowed, like the abyss of sin, dragging him down.

When the monks saw this, they wailed, some sobbing in a low voice, and even more crying bitterly, kneeling on the ground, screaming endlessly.

"Wait!" Another coquettish shout.

The commotion crowd looked back, only to see Luo Chaolu slowly getting up from the ground, half of her body supporting the beams, dragging her injured leg, walking step by step, she shouted loudly:

"Your Majesty, Buddha, slow down!"

The monks who were about to riot looked at it and roared angrily:

"You demon girl, what other tricks do you have?!"

Without squinting, he walked forward. Her eyes were fixed, firmly fixed on the glass of wine in Luo Xiang's hand.

She knew what was in it.

In his previous life, the secret medicine of Tianzhu in the wine was very harmful, and Luo Xiang was forced to drink this wine, which was more painful than before, sweating profusely, and panting constantly.

That night she teased as usual, even though he tried his best to restrain and endure for a long time, and at one moment he stretched out his hand to her.

The trembling fingertips were about to touch her chin that was raised towards him, but finally it slowly retracted, clenched into a fist, and slammed it on the couch.

A moment later, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the plain white curtain a deep red.

Tonight, we must not allow history to repeat itself.

For him, why not be a demon girl again?

She has one last plan.

Chaolu retracted his gaze, looked at Luo Sumi on the throne, and said:

"Your Majesty, if I win a bet, do I deserve a reward?"

Luo Sumi didn't know what medicine she was selling in her gourd, and at this moment she just wanted the Buddha to drink the secret wine quickly, first break the wine ring, and then break the color ring, so he could sit back and relax. He asked urgently:

"What reward will the princess have? Do you want a BMW Xiangche or a thousand taels of gold? Whatever you want, I've got it. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Luo Chaolu hooked his lips and chuckled, his carefully depicted eyebrows were wantonly raised, and his slender hand pointed directly at the golden throne, raising his voice, and said, "It is rumored in the Western Regions that my dance could have changed half of the country. ”

Hearing her words, and seeing her arrogance on her face, Luo Sumi's complexion changed suddenly. However, Fang had promised her, and it was not good to break his promise in public, so he had to squeeze out a smile and ask in a quiet voice:

"Does the princess want half of my Uzi?"

Chaolu endured the sharp pain in his ankle, stood up, walked to Luo Xiang's side little by little, and stood still.

The cold jade fingers pressed against the stiff chin, and raised the noble head of the Buddha slightly.

"No, I don't want a BMW or a thousand taels of gold." The much-anticipated beauty was even more coquettish, and said, "Tonight, I just want a kiss from the Buddha." ”

After speaking, Chao Lu snatched the wine cup from Luo Xiang's hand, drank the wine mixed with secret medicine and held it in his mouth.

She leaned down at him, her head bowed, her hair curling.

The wine-soaked sandalwood mouth opened slightly, adding a bit of bewitching red, aimed at his thin and clear lips.

The breath began to entangle, inch by inch.