Gu Zuo was very curious, he admitted that Mrs. Qiu Guo was full of charms and was heart-pounding, but this person in front of him was Du Zimei, how could she stare at the other side so directly, full of longing?

It shouldn't be!

After Mrs. Yu Guo entered the table, the sound of silk and bamboo gradually stopped, there was a beautiful woman holding the pipa, coming from above, slowly falling on a silk rope, sometimes walking, sometimes sitting down and even lying on the side, two silk ribbons floated up behind her, with the rhythm of the arpeggio from time to time, like a person dancing.

Zheng Qian praised: "I have heard that Lin Suxian's song in the Xihe Pavilion is like a goddess, and I can see it today, it is worth the trip!"

As soon as the song was played, the hall was full of applause, and the powerful and wealthy businessmen rewarded on the spot, with Mrs. Qiu Guo as the leader, rewarding 100,000 to thousands of dollars, and the atmosphere was immediately lively.

Then the female disciples trained by the Yunmeng Sect's Xihe Road Pavilion such as Chong Xiuxiu, He Xiaofan, etc., each performed their own stunts and won bursts of praise and rewards. Some of these disciples were recruited by the Xihe Dao Pavilion near Chang'an, and some were brought out from Yunmeng Valley in this mountain.

Gu Zuo had an impression of He Xiaofan, remembering that when he was practicing in Yunmeng Sect, this female disciple started half a year earlier than him, and he had taken Master Xin's Lingfei Sutra Basic Course together, and she was sitting in the back at that time, and she was sitting in the front row.

In my impression, He Xiaofan is still a little chubby girl, but he doesn't mean that he has been so slim on the sword platform today, and a guqin is quite a bit empty and lonely.

This feeling is completely different from the north bank of Dongxi, which belongs to the enjoyment of the soul.

The rapid sound of the drum suddenly sounded, and a figure stepped on the sword, like a shock. When the whole building was neutral, thunderous cheers erupted, and Zheng Qian and Tang Jun shouted together: "Twelve Niang!"

Even Du Zimei, who had been absent-minded and looked at Mrs. Qiuguo, finally took her eyes back and focused on the figure on the sword platform.

Gu Zuo also stared intently, compared to seven or eight years ago, Li Twelve became taller and taller, his legs became more and more slender, something had vaguely changed between his eyebrows, he no longer had the youth of the year, he was cold and elegant, and his temperament was like Hua.

The sword light danced, rolling up a thousand layers of snow, and in the gestures, the room was full of fragrance. When it moves, it is like a flame, when it is quiet, it is like frost, and there are vague traces of the Spirit Flying Sutra.

This is Elder Gongsun's Xihe Sword Dance, based on the Xihe swordsmanship, the sword light is like a nebula flashing, and the sword intent is like the West River passing away, no longer the pursuit of grace in the body, but the true meaning in the sword.

Gu Zuo saw his scalp explode, and he couldn't help but feel excited, and he didn't know where to put his hand.

After the last circle of sword light converged, Li Twelve stood on the platform, like a fairy descending to earth, overlooking the world, peerless, incomprehensible.

The whole majestic platform was silent, silent, and after Li Twelve left the stage for a long time, someone suddenly cried: "The deceased is like this......

Suddenly, some people cried, some laughed, and some people howled, all drowning in all kinds of indescribable emotions. In the noisy noise, a high-pitched voice suddenly lit up:

"Mrs. Qiuguo gave a million-"

"Wei Fu gave 800,000 yuan-"

"General Pei gave 500,000 yuan-"

"General Long Wu gave 300,000 money-"

"Doctor Ji gave 300,000 yuan-"

......

In the midst of a roll call, the audience seemed to wake up from their dreams and burst into thunderous cheers.

Gu Zuo pricked up his ears and carefully calculated the accounts, and sighed gloomily in the end, Li Twelve danced the sword, and the reward amounted to more than 3,600 yuan, and the thirteen Qinglou in Dongxi that his family had worked so hard to build added up to less than one-third of it in one night, which was really incomparable.

Zheng Qian muttered: "There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. A smile captivates the city, and then a smile captivates the country. Rather than know the city and the country, it is difficult to get a beautiful woman. ”

Wei Jun said: "The Twelve Niang Sword Dance is comparable to its teacher!"

The corners of Du Zimei's mouth and beard trembled, and she didn't know what she was talking about, Wei Jun said, "Brother Zimei has a masterpiece?"

In places like this, there are pens and inks everywhere, take them and spread them out, waiting for Du Zimei to wave them. Gu Zuo is also looking forward to witnessing the birth of that famous poem.

Du Zimei wrote: On March 19, the tenth year of Tianbao, the apricot garden was majestic and wonderful, watching Li Twelve Niang dance swordsmanship, strengthening his majesty, and thinking of his teacher. In the third year of Kaiyuan, I was still childish, recorded in Yancheng Guangongsun's family, the sword dance weapon was muddy, and Liu Li was frustrated......

After writing the preface, when it was the turn of the poem, the tip of the pen trembled, unable to speak, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Gu Zuo couldn't hold it back, and said more: "It's a pity that there is a beautiful woman Gongsun, and a sword weapon moves in all directions." ”

When Du Zimei heard this, her eyes lit up, and her thoughts immediately opened, and she wrote like a god.

“...... The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time. Yao Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, and is like a group of emperors and dragons. Come like thunder to collect anger, like the river and the sea condensing the light......"

These are all from some Gongsun elders, and the next is Li Twelve: "...... The lips and beads are lonely, and there are disciples who pass on the fragrance in the evening. Linying beauty stands on the sword platform, and the wonderful dance of this song is ......"

Writing this, Du Zimei suddenly couldn't write, and even a few sentences were erased by himself, his eyes were full of doubts, and he seemed to have fallen into serious self-doubt.

couldn't write, he looked at Gu Zuo, Gu Zuo thought hard, but couldn't remember the next sentence anyway, Du Zimei couldn't ask for help, and kept saying: "Strange, strange......"

Suddenly, he shouted, broke the pen, looked at the half of the poem on the paper, and shed tears in a daze.

Zheng Qian and Wei Jun hurriedly persuaded from the side, kept comforting Du Zimei, and drank a lot of wine for a while. Gu Zuo scratched his head, he couldn't help it, so he could only secretly roll up half of the verses and put them in the storage wrench.

After Li Twelve's sword dance was completed, the highlight of the night was over, and the sound of silk and bamboo sounded again on the field to serve the guests with wine.

I heard Zheng Qian say: "Zimei, I'm afraid it's too late if you don't go." ”

Du Zimei looked hesitantly at Mrs. Qiuguo, who didn't know what she heard behind the tent opposite, leaned back and laughed, laughing so much that the light veil on her shoulders hung down, and the jade mountain appeared.

Gu Zuo suddenly felt amused, and secretly said that Du Zimei was such a Du Zimei, and it was really strange to see his amorous side today. So I couldn't help but go out and look at Mrs. Qiu Guo in the open room in the opposite building for a while, don't you say it, just the appearance and style of the people, they can be called middle-aged and elderly killers, Du Zimei is no longer confused, no wonder...... This is the current climate.

I don't know what kind of sparks this idol will collide with when he meets Mrs. Qiuguo?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard someone behind him ask, "Senior Brother Gu, is it good-looking?"

Gu Zuo turned around, and Li Twelve, who was like an immortal on the sword platform just now, leaned on the edge of the curtain and looked at himself quietly. At this moment, she has taken off her heavy makeup, only wearing light makeup, without that kind of luxury, but she looks even more dusty.