Ye Qi raised his eyes slightly, his eyes became colder again. He looked directly at the person behind the woman in white, and said, "But, Mr. Rushi wants to dance, what is the point of Master Mei standing on the 'art platform' specially made by Mr. Mei?"

When Mei Shuying heard this, she turned her jade fan in her hand, looked at the man in the brocade-clothed wooden chair, and said calmly and coldly: "Did the prince claim to have this military array, and the archers and thugs are cheering. The master of this Pavilion cannot even take away anyone from here?"

Ye Qi's evil spirit was condensed between his eyebrows and sneered: "With the ability of Master Mei, it is no problem to take away someone, but you may not care about the rest of the people!"

Mei Shuying gently hugged the person in her arms, and sneered on her face: "What if I don't want to care about the rest?"

A cold light flashed in Ye Qi's eyes and said with sympathy: "If you don't care, will Mr. Duanmu also ignore it?" After saying that, his deep and cold eyes fell on the clear and slender woman in front of Mei Shuying, and said with a smile: "What I said is right?"

Seeing that the person in his arms was slightly snorted, Mei Shuying's eyes gathered in coldness, and she snorted coldly as if she was smiling. "I can't take care of it even if I want to take care of it. It's really true that I'm threatened by others. It's better not to ignore it!"

After saying that, Mei Shuying held the person in front of her chest closer with her left hand, and held the green jade fan in her right hand tightly. Her eyes sternly, and her face was full of murderousness.

But the next moment, Duanmu Jiexian reached out to cover the hand holding the fan.

The woman in white called out softly: "Peace Master." The implication was to stop him.

Mei Shuying's eyebrows condensed, and she hummed impatiently, looking at her coldly, with a very complicated expression.

After a moment of silence, I finally calmed down my breath.

"What do you want to do?" Shuyin was in line, and Mei Shuying asked her with her ears, her tone was extremely unkind.

Duanmu was no longer able to restrain his voice. He heard this and just shook his voice slightly, but did not answer. The five fingers covering Mei Shuying's back hand were slightly tight, both seemingly uneasy and comforting.

Mei Shuying's expression became even more impatient, frowned, and was irritated and speechless for a moment.

Ye Qi gently supported his chin and sat firmly in the open chair on the side of the nail platform. His deep and compassionate eyes fell on the waists of the two of them, and their hands were folded, and the voice became cold unconsciously. "Sir, I am willing to finish a song, but I am not willing to let go of my wishes, but Master Mei is also standing on this 'art platform'. Could it be that I should also perform on the stage for me? Sing the song... or dance?"

Ye Fei behind Ye Qi burst into laughter as soon as he heard this. "Mei Shuying, you can dance too!"

Ye Lan also sneered coldly.

Duanmu Jiexian frowned slightly when she heard this. The next moment, Mei Shuying looked up at Ye Qi, but she laughed instead of anger. Youliang said: "I have always been good at everything, just singing songs and dancing..."

As he spoke, he felt that the person in his arms was already gathering his energy, and he was already gathering his energy. He wanted to be strong and stand up and move forward... Mei Shuying twisted her eyebrows, and her breath sank, and then she said loudly: "...it's no problem."

After hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Even Duanmu Jiexian was stunned for a moment.

A Zi couldn't help but be scared and shouted: "I don't know how to do Mei Shuying actually said he can dance?"

As soon as this said, Ye Lan looked over and looked at the man in purple and sneered again.

Ye Qi couldn't help laughing, and the more he smiled, the more he became, the colder he became. The next moment he said quietly: "Okay~ I only think that the Master of Mei Pavilion Wu Gao is very good at speaking and eloquently. I don't want to be able to sing and dance. Lan Xinhuizhi... But I underestimate the Master of Mei Pavilion." After saying that, he raised his sleeves and said with a low smile: "Then please."

The people in the world in front of the fort couldn't help but look at each other. Everyone knew that King Ling was determined to make things difficult for the two of them and wanted to see Mr. Jingyun's joke, but they didn't know why the Lord Jingyun Pavilion responded?

Mei Shuying turned the folding fan and said with a smile: "The prince's flute is so beautiful, and Shuying is fortunate to be able to sing together, which is a great honor, so I will be ugly."

Ye Qi looked at the deep eyes and looked directly at the two of them. The air around him was gloomy and cold. The jade flute was horizontally placed on his lips, and the gentle and cold sound of the flute rose again.

Duanmu Jiexian's eyes were worried, and he let go of Mei Shuying's hand, raised his sleeves and stepped forward on the nail surface.

The person holding the fan followed like a shadow. Not only did he not let go of the person in his arms, he took a step forward and took the woman's waist and turned around.

In an instant, the breeze blew on my face, white clothes fluttered, and the snow in the black hair lingered in melodiously.

Mei Shuying still protected the woman in her arms and whispered to her, "No need to gather enough energy..." The next moment, as if she was afraid that the woman would not understand, Mei Shuying added, "I am here."

Duanmu Jiexian's stunned eyebrows flashed through his stunned eyebrows.

He said: There is no need to gather energy...I am here.

My heart suddenly felt suffocated, not knowing whether it was palpitations, pain or movement, but it was very unfamiliar with emotion.

Duanmu Jiexian lowered her eyes for a moment, her expression was much calmer, and her pale face was as light as the mist and smoke in the deep distant mountains. She did not condense her body, her eyes closed, and her long sleeves rose slightly. Bai Lian, who was several feet long, suddenly waved out of her sleeves and brushed into the air.

The people looking at each side couldn't help but be shocked.

This is a white hand, and it floats like a spirit, like a moving cloud like a flowing water, it opens around her and then closes, and then opens again, like a dragon walking around her, and also like a mountain and a waterfall.

The white clothes are like snow, the green hairs are slowly spinning, floating like a fairy.

Mei Shuying embraced her in her arms, and she picked up people with the clear and distant sound of Ye Qi's flute, making Bai Lian dance high and leisurely; sometimes she slid her steps and turned her body, making the white clothes fly like pear snow.

Mei Shuying's expression was always calm on her face, and suddenly she threw the person out and steadily caught her when she raised her sleeves and danced.

The hand holding the green jade fan was behind her, watching the man in her arms raise his wrist and brush his hands, gently ease the cloud sleeves, Mei Shuying suddenly smiled, and the clear and bold and low singing voice flowed out with the sound of the flute:

"The meaning of the country is to write a pen and go straight.

Look at the vast clouds,

Sighing the youth of a lifetime.

A broad mind is hard to cover.

Singing the sky is high and the earth is vast,

Song of the sky thousands of miles away.

...

The flowing water is far away, and it is all in a vast world.

Looking from a distance from the mountains, you can see the limitlessness.

The Great Dipper is a thousand years away, and the world is far away.

Life and death are a hundred years, and the world is full of dust.

...

The body is gone, the strong wine warms the throat.

The feelings and friendship are expressed, and it is hard to write.

Listen to the pine wind,

Appreciate beauty like jade.

Waving the ink and brush,

Seeing the country is like a picture.

…”

The man's singing was clearer and more vigorous, high and powerful, like a piece of gold and jade. Although he saw the low place, he was still clear and quiet, vigorous and bright, slowly flowing out, echoing in everyone's ears, in front of the nail platform.

The people in the world heard it unconsciously and felt a sensation in their hearts, and they felt uneasy, as if they saw thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the dragon roared wildly, rushing through the clouds and fog.

Duanmu's expression was also shocked, unconsciously solemn, as if he had never expected it. He raised his sleeves and looked back at the place where the plum shadow was, and his eyes were stunned.

Mei Shuying didn't care, but only looked at the person in her arms. She sang casually, both proud and recklessly.

The two of them always seemed to be close and separated, leaving, closing, raising, turning, turning, turning, swing, tilting, tilting, sometimes splitting and sometimes joining. Ye Qi's flute sound became heavier and brighter, just because every time a woman stepped over, there were plum shadows where she landed, or she could step on her feet and let her step on her instep.

The two white shadows are one floating, the other is vigorous and erect, one hard and one soft, one still and one moving, one fast and one slow. As the wind blows, the white clothes are blowing, and as the blue hairs are spinning, the blue hair dances slowly.

The sound of the flute is cold, the singing is wild and the dancing is like the waves.

Everyone could see that the red plums on the sparse shadows of the plum blossoms rose and fell from time to time, like red plum blossoms blooming and withering on the snow, a little sad and a little leisurely and unintentional. When they turned around, they contrasted with the woman's blood dyed on the white clothes before, and they seemed to be wearing a white snow-red plum blossom, which was rippling and shivering, and was separated and cold.

"Looking at the sea of ​​clouds, the waves are gone... Standing alone on the side of a high cliff, a glass of turbid wine, drinking all the mountains and rivers..."

Ye Qi looked at the figures of the two of them, and then listened to the singing of Mei Shuying. The sound of the flute became colder and colder, and his eyes were already cold.

At the next moment, there was a change of voice. Mei Shuying held the woman's waist and jumped into the air. The red plum in white clothes whirled like a flower blooming, falling quietly.

Like a white bird, it startled its wings, like flying snow falling on plum branches.

In an instant, the people who were watching on both sides forgot that the soldiers and horses were rushing in front of them, and the dangerous situation of the poison castle being surrounded was like being in a deep valley, listening to the singing, high and clear; seeing the clear waves in front of them, the white lotus flowing, and the flying snow falls all over the wild paths, what you see and hear is so elegant and cold, and so absolutely out of the world.

Although it is unintentional, it is unintentional. These two people dance together and sing together, but they are like immortals and spirits. They cannot hide their drifting aura, and are also accompanied by their scattered and arrogant intentions. They are both hard and soft, like flying flowers like falling snow, and as beautiful as immortals, they are hard to ignore... They can be said to be a lifelong splendor.

Everyone in front of the Poison Castle had to feel it, and sighed for a while, sighing that if he had a heart, he would have realized it was like a good person.

That tribute to the praiseworthy couple is probably just like that.

It’s a pity that these two people were not in harmony, and they were all expedient.

Duanmu Jiexian heard that the song was about to end, and she turned her sleeves and approached Mei Shuying's neck and said to him: "Stand..."

The woman's breathing almost brushed against Mei Shuying's ears, and the red wooden chair suddenly felt anger.

After hearing this, Mei Shuying's eyes were slightly closed, and she was stunned for a moment. Then she turned her eyes and fell on the only person leaning on the open chair on both sides of the nail table. The look in her eyes was clear.

He whispered "Yeah" and then replied. Mei Shuying held the woman in her arms and lifted her steps and flipped into the air. Her white clothes swelled like the wind... The two of them possessed themselves in the air, leaning against each other, and attached themselves very tightly.

With a "bang", the jade flute in Ye Qi's hand was suddenly broken.

King Ling pressed the red chair with his hand, brushed his body, and said furiously: "Enough! You two will die on the nail platform today!!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and ordered an arrow to be shot!

But almost at the same time, a white shadow jumped up. The moment Yu Yeqi stood up, Bai Lian fell straight into the red wooden chair behind King Ling.

When Ye Lan and his men woke up, Bai Lianru's energy instantly rolled up the object in the chair and took it back.

Ye Qi was even more shocked and angry. He raised his hand and failed to grasp the thing that Bai Lian was rolling. He flew to chase Bai Lian and waved his palm, facing Duanmu Jiexian's heart.

The next moment, Mei Shuying jumped over and caught the woman who was leaping to take the object, and at the same time he faced Ye Qi with one palm!

Hearing the strong wind, his clothes were flying, and both of them took three steps back, and Mei Shuying's face turned pale.

A Zi's eyes lit up and she was immediately happy: "Shaoyang Sword! It's taken back!"

"Plum Shuying--" Ye Qi's eyes were clanging, and he raised his palm again and waved towards Mei Shuying!

The person holding the fan gathered his palms to pick it up again, and his eyes were also cold and cold. At the same time, Duanmu raised his hands with Mei Shuying, and he put his palms on Ye Qi.

The dust wind roared, the white clothes were cold, and the three of them were retreating with their palms. Mei Shuying raised her hand and wiped the bloodshots at the corner of her mouth and hugged Duanmu Jiexian and swept her body and retreated to the gate of the Poison Castle.

A Zi immediately rushed forward and blocked the two of them.

At the same time, the man in Yanjin's long robe retreated for more than ten steps and stopped barely, with bleeding from the corners of his mouth. Ye Lan and the other four also surrounded him immediately.

"Okay...good..." Ye Qi looked at the woman in white who was always embraced by Mei Shuying in her arms, and laughed furiously, and her voice was extremely sad: "Duanmu Jiexian, I will definitely make you regret what you did today..."
Chapter completed!