"Everyone is overly complimentary." Shangguan Qingwei leaned down slightly and looked at Nangong Yi again. She leaned down and laughed softly: "Brother Yi, please don't blink your eyes later."

After saying that, he was escorted by the maids beside him and left the hall to change into dance clothes.

After a piece of music, the dancer left the stage knowingly, and saw a woman dressed in lavender walking towards her.

Her hair is pulled up, she wears a string of tasseled agate beads on her forehead, and two transparent pearl earrings hang from her earlobes. Her clothes are light and sway gently with her steps.

This kind of Shangguan Qingwei was not only charming, but also a bit charming, which made everyone present stare.

Standing tall and graceful in the main hall, she looks like a blooming redbud, delicate and bright.

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded, and the brisk melody slowly overflowed. As the music fell, I could see the wide sleeves flying, and Shangguan Qingwei swaying like a floating butterfly.

The eyes are flowing, the expression on her face is charming and charming, the corners of her lips are raised into a smile, and lotus flowers appear at every step. As she rises and falls, her skirts fly.

Although she was dancing for everyone, her eyes were only fixed on Nangong Yi. The two looked at each other affectionately, as if everything around them was just decoration.

The brilliance in the eyes of the divine couple directly stung Ling Mulao's eyes.

"Dancing alone would be too monotonous, I'll accompany you!"

Hearing the cold voice fall, he saw a man dressed in white flying up.

As light as a swallow, Ling Mulao's eyebrows flashed with a hint of cunning, and he turned around and landed steadily in the palace.

With fluttering long sleeves and flying black hair, her graceful figure is like a white plum blossom blooming against the frost, cool and enchanting.

She didn't have any beautiful dance clothes or elaborate dressing, but she just danced so indifferently, walking sideways, narrowing her waist, turning around, and leaping up, just like a fairy who was transcendent from the world.

Dressed in lavender and ivory, in terms of dancing, Shangguan Qingwei is naturally better, but in terms of temperament and charm, Ling Mulao is like a poppy flower, making people unable to take their eyes away without realizing it.

The moon is bright and clear, and the breeze is blowing.

The midsummer night is calm and beautiful, and the prince's residence is brightly lit and full of joy.

However, in the invisible darkness, countless black shadows flashed rapidly like ghosts, and murderous intent gradually filled the air.

Suddenly, a crescent-white robe flew through the sky, and the white robe was blown up by the wind. A little under his feet, he landed on the roof of the hall without anyone noticing amid the heavy guards.

Turning the gourd silk in her hand and putting it into her sleeve, Hua Wuxin curled her lips slightly, and her beautiful face suddenly shone brighter than the bright moon.

Carefully uncovering the tiles, a ray of light shines through the hall. Looking down, I see the ivory white figure floating in the air.

With his eyes fixed, Hua Wuxin looked at Ling Mulao, who was like a flower blooming in the snow. Her body was light and elegant, her body was cold and enchanting, and everything seemed to be eclipsed.

Her dancing posture is not soft and boneless, but strong yet soft. Just like her person, she is different from all women, but has a fatal temptation.

In a trance, Hua Wuxin's sight was filled with white snow. Amidst the heavy snowfall, he was still wearing a crescent-white robe. He was playing the guzheng lightly in his hand, and the enchanting woman was dancing under the laurel tree.

"Pu Chi~Pu Chi~"

Suddenly, a little bird flew down from the branch.

Sudden by the slight noise, Hua Wuxin frowned and quickly looked away.
Chapter completed!