This is a cool dance, without the rendering of strings and winds, without the background of the chiming of bells and drums. She alone uses the most authentic voice and the most primitive dance steps to express her love for these people who have long been lost in the turmoil of power.
The royal family members, high-ranking officials and nobles brought an unprecedented shock.
There has never been a woman who dared to perform on stage so unprepared. There has never been a woman who could sing such a fearless song! She dared to say: "My fate is up to me and not God!"
"After seeing all the thirty-three palaces, the highest one is Lihentian, Lihentian..." Looking at Han Mengxiao's performance, Zi Yihan didn't have such an exaggerated expression like others. He drank the fragrant tea in front of him.
, chanting these two lyrics over and over again in a voice that only I can hear.
For some reason, when he heard the words "Li Hentian", his heart felt inexplicably sore! This feeling seemed to have grown in his body, and now, it was easily awakened by Han Mengxiao.
From childhood to adulthood, he would have the same dream. There was a huge flat land locked in clouds and mist, where there were clean and elegant pavilions. The front of the building was filled with flowers that would last all year round, and water emerged from the ground behind the building.
came, forming a small clear pond. After it overflowed, it became a stream, flowing forward through the sea of flowers in front of the small building. A long rainbow spanned both sides of the sea of flowers, and colorful butterflies looked like elegant
The fairies are dancing.
There was a girl with a bell on her wrist, running happily among the flowers. He couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but he could clearly hear the sweet sound of the bell. He chased her, but he didn't chase her for a few steps.
Then he found that the beautiful scenery in front of him had disappeared, replaced by an iron chain bridge with blue flames burning on all sides. The woman in purple stood with her back to him, standing at the end of the cold iron bridge. She clearly did not cry, but he did
I can feel her heart bleeding.
She said: "Li Hentian, Li Hentian! It turns out that I have been dreaming alone all this time, and you are too far, too far away..."
He watched her jump, and that "no" seemed to tear a hole in the sky, with lightning and thunder...
What happened next? Then there was nothing more. He woke up, broke out in a cold sweat, and the pain in his heart never got better.
While Zi Yihan was in a daze, Han Mengxiao had already walked off the stage and sat next to him. He turned sideways and lowered his voice to remind him: "Prince Han, I have finished this dance. Should I fulfill your promise?"
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Only then did Zi Yihan come back to his senses, his deep gaze turned around Han Mengxiao, and he gave an evil smile: "Promise? When did I give you what kind of promise?"
"You..." Han Mengxiao was stunned, and the fists in his sleeves suddenly clenched: "Okay, Lord Han, you are getting older and your memory has improved. I can't blame you for this. Then please remind you, little lady, that you promised if
Little girl, go dance, and you will write me a serious letter of divorce!"
Her power is weak now, so she won't care about this damn man for now, and will flatter her a bit, until her wings are full...
She must realize her grand revenge goal: if she says one, he will say one, if she says two, he will say two!
"Little girl," Zi Yihan tilted his lips and said slowly: "Little girl, aren't you very smart? When did I promise to write you a letter of divorce? I said that if I am in the mood
Okay, maybe your dream will come true, but right now I am in an extremely bad mood!"
"You, you idiot!" Han Mengxiao finally couldn't help but slapped the table and yelled at Zi Yihan!
[Note: "Cuobazi" is a dialect of Changsha, Hunan, and the popular meaning is "deceitful" and "liar"]