However, the body that Hong Xiu rushed toward was dodged by Li Yunqing.
Hong Xiu successfully threw herself to the ground.
She hurriedly raised her head and reached out to grab the corner of Li Yunqing's clothes, but her hand was empty.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't leave. Your Majesty, look at the red sleeves, Your Majesty!"
Li Yunqing ignored Hongxiu's pitiful cry and went straight out of the courtyard of the small building. With a trace of disgust on his face, he ordered the boy waiting outside the courtyard,
"She rewarded you tonight."
Doesn't it mean that this woman was given to him by King Qi? In that case, Li Yunqing can do whatever he wants without worrying about what Hongxiu thinks.
Only a woman like Hong Xiu, after meeting Hua Jin, can go to a place like Qinghua House like a human being, and still be able to perform as an artist without selling out her body.
But in fact, the value and significance of their existence is just that they are trained by wealthy families and used as gifts for others.
Gifts should have the consciousness of gifts. If you give them some freedom, will you feel that you are a human being?
The boy had a look of surprise on his face, and his hand holding the lantern trembled unconsciously.
Hong Xiu, who climbed up in the yard, had a look of disbelief. She looked at Li Yunqing's back in astonishment and shouted,
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty doesn't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it..."
Li Yunqing ignored her and left directly. However, the boy entered the yard happily, staring at Hongxiu's chest with a pair of lustful eyes.
"Miss Hongxiu, this is a gift from the prince, and there is nothing I can do about it."
He dropped the lantern in his hand and rushed towards Hongxiu impatiently.
It is said that a dance by a red-sleeved girl is worth a thousand pieces of gold, but isn’t a sleep worth ten thousand pieces of gold? That’s a lot of money, an absolute profit.
Cries rang out, but Li Yunqing didn't notice it and entered Tingshui Pavilion with bloodstains all over his body.
The officials of Beidi City were whispering at the banquet. When they saw Li Yunqing coming in, he was still wearing the same clothes as before, and the blood on his neck had not been wiped clean.
Their nerves, which had been relaxed, became tense again, and they were completely silent.
Li Yunqing looked up at the front seat with sharp eyes, his heart was as hard as a piece of ice, and with a vague aura of cruelty and violence, he asked coldly,
"Where's the princess?"
The city lord Qian Hong stood up hurriedly and held his hands in his hands.
"Go back to your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty said that you should go and prepare first and you will be back in a moment."
When he said this, his heart trembled, and he wished he could scold those Beidi City officials who evaded taxes to death.
For two generations, since the previous generation King Lao Li became the lord of the North, the tax revenue of the North has not been normal. For a North with several silver mines, the annual tax revenue cannot make ends meet.
How greedy is this?
No wonder Li Yunqing was in a bad mood.
When Li Yunqing sat down, the sound of silk and bamboo sounded again, and the dancers still came in to dance to add to the fun.
But in the evening, the officials of Beidi City were not in the mood to watch the beauties dancing. What's more, the people dancing in the evening were no longer Hongxiu, but a group of dancers dancing around.
The atmosphere was strangely heavy, and the officials, big and small, were looking at each other.
Li Yunqing was sitting in the front seat drinking, and his heart was filled with blood. If Hua Jin did not appear again, Li Yunqing would not mind turning this place into a Shura field and killing a few more northern borers.
The sound of silk and bamboo stopped at this moment, and the candlelight in the water pavilion dimmed a lot, and the crisp sound of bone bells sounded.
All the officials were shocked and looked towards the waterside pavilion.
The moonlight fell on the water, and Hua Jin stepped on the lotus leaf with her bare feet, with two strings of bone bells tied around her ankles.
On the green dress, a phoenix pattern is looming, with three thousand blue silk hairs and a white bone hairpin stuck in it.
In Hua Jin's hand, she held a shaman drum used for dancing to the great gods. The drum was tied with colorful tassels, which were flying gently in the moonlight.
She raised her drum, stepped lightly on the lotus leaves with her bare feet, and began to dance the blessing dance of the apocalypse.
Pray for the deceased victims, pray for the common people, and pray for those who are suffering from illness and suffering and separated from their relatives.
The drums beat softly, and the water flows under her lotus leaves, making ripples in circles. All the sadness, all the suffering, all the misfortune, and all the ugliness hidden under the peaceful water surface seem to follow her.
Dancing was sent away.
Send it to the sky, disappear into smoke and melt into the vast sky.
She didn't have very graceful dance postures, nor did she have many unique dance steps, but everyone who watched this blessing dance suddenly felt a lot more relaxed in their narrow hearts, and their dark thoughts were suddenly washed away.
The bloodthirsty heart slowly calmed down.
Fireflies flew in and lingered around the flower brocade, the chirping of birds, animals and insects accompanied her, the nine-day wind slowly blew the hem of her skirt, and the sound of bone bells summoned the souls of the dead.
Some officials burst into tears, suddenly filled with guilt for the wrong things they had done, while others looked at the brocade of flowers in a daze, and the table full of wine, meat and delicacies was all boring.
Li Yunqing, who was sitting in the first seat, had deep eyes. Looking at the flower brocade of the waterside pavilion, his eyes were surprisingly bright.
In a dark corner, Hong Xiu, disheveled and with disheveled hair, was trembling all over as he looked at the flower brocades performing a blessing dance on the waterside pavilion.
What does this mean? When she was being possessed by a humble boy, Hua Jin replaced her and attracted everyone's attention. What does this mean?
Hongxiu is the one who should be the center of attention. Huajin, a princess, not only cannot lay eggs, but also steals the limelight that belongs to her. She deserves to die, she really deserves to die.
Hongxiu hates it!
At the end of the song, Hua Jin has disappeared, but the people in the water pavilion still haven't come back to their senses for a long time. At this time, the exaggerated applause seems to be a kind of blasphemy for this dance.
And Li Yunqing also quietly left the first seat when Hua Jin left the stage.
In the room behind Tingshui Pavilion, Hua Jin put down the shaman drum in her hand and was about to remove the bone bell on her ankle.
But the body fell into a familiar embrace.
Hua Jin turned around and smiled sweetly, with a bad intention.
"It looks good, it's enjoyable, hahaha."
In the last days, too many people have died. Natural and man-made disasters, sorrow and suffering have tortured mankind until only a few survivors remain.
After the integration of many cultures, the survivors created this prayer dance. It is not pretty, but it is better than expressing grief.
Li Yunqing did not laugh along with Hua Jin as usual.
He hugged Hua Jin tightly from behind, lowered his head, and buried his eyes in Hua Jin's neck.
"Li Yunqing, Li Yunqing??"
Hua Jin originally thought that Li Yunqing was going to quarrel with her again, and was about to start a rough fight with him, but she felt a warmth on her neck.
He cried.
For a moment, Hua Jin was startled and hurriedly wanted to turn around.
But his body was tightly restrained by Li Yunqing, his voice was hoarse,
"Don't move, don't look back, don't look at me."
Just be quiet like this and let him hold you for a while. He is a man and he doesn't want his woman to see his vulnerability.