"Ding Ding Bang!"

The crisp chimes jingled like raindrops splashing on the bluestone, intertwining into a unique melody, bringing people into the hazy green mountains of drizzle.

In the intoxicating music, Shang Xiufang suddenly threw away the sleeves of the water, and her sleeves danced. Countless petals in the sky floated down the sky, swaying. She was like an elf in the valley, quietly dancing freely among the flowers. The breeze brought the clothes, and the flying ribbons moved the fragrant fallen flowers. The petals fluttered around her, like colorful butterflies, holding a wisp of agarwood.

"As the sound of dogs barking in the water, the peach blossoms are thick with dew. When you see deer on the tree, you don't hear the bell in the stream..."

Her singing voice exudes a sense of laissez-faire, leisurely, bright and joyful, with a sense of unparalleled elegance. Her voice skills are not flawed at all. She is moved by the free and unrestrained expression of joy. Even Dugu Feng did not expect that her poem copied from the poet Li Bai would have such a moving charm after she sang it.

The hall is filled with harmonious and melodious composition composed of stone buttocks, chimes, pottery, yong, rao, bells, bronze drums, etc., and light and graceful. Shang Xiufang dances calmly as the rhythm of the movement. She has clear yellow shirt, black hair dyed ink, and water sleeves are flowing like fairy and spiritual. Her dancing posture seems to be ineffective, and also like flying. Whether it is leaning over or turning, every movement is full of unique charm. The slender silk clothes flutter from the wind, and the long sleeves are lingering left and right. The endless postures fly and disperse, just like the elves in the mountains come from the dream of Wushan.

Her expression was pleasant, describing the relaxation, and all her body and mind were devoted to this stunning dance. The toad palace in the sky was hanging high, and under the moon she raised her wrist and lowered her eyebrows, and sometimes she relaxed her hands lightly. The ribbons in her hands were closed and held up, like a pen walking on the dragon's painting, and the jade sleeves were full of wind, elegant and agile. The music was clear and clear in her ears, and the ribbons in her hands were like the wonderful brushes of calligraphy and painting masters, turning like silk strings, swinging, opening, closing, twisting, round, curved, as smooth as flowing water and clouds, and as exciting as dragons and phoenixes.

Her dancing steps are as gentle as a swallow lying on the nest, as if a crane roars in the sky, leisurely and softly, as light as the wind. Although she is dancing in the world, the viewer feels that she is freely wandering over the nine heavens. Every light jump in her touches the viewer's mood, fearing that she will suddenly run away like Chang'e like a Chang'e.

"It looks like it, it looks like it! It's exactly the same as the bright moon!" Su Wei, who had always been open-minded, staring blankly at the dancing figure on the stage, a little incoherent.

Dugu Feng stared at Shang Xiufang's moving dance posture with his eyes tightly, not letting go. In this world, beauty is understandable. Shang Xiufang's dance posture has reached a peak of music and dance, bringing people a stunning scene. It was the first time that Dugu Feng Shang saw such a beautiful dance posture in his two lives. Her singing and dancing had a soul. Dugu Feng could hear his sincere love and pursuit of music and dance, which was as strong as her persistence in swordsmanship. For the first time, Dugu Feng had a strong ** that possessed someone.

After the dance ended, the fluorescent candlelight on the stage quietly extinguished. Shang Xiufang was like an elf from the mountains, coming quietly and leaving quietly without taking away a cloud. But her stunning dance took away everyone's souls. After a long time, the lost viewer woke up. Recalling the stunning stunning flash, it seemed like he had a most beautiful dream.

"Play!"

Dugu Feng raised his hand first, and a crisp sound of applause sounded from the quiet tower.

Everyone else woke up as if they were dreaming, and the audience suddenly burst into applause, and they unconsciously gave praise and greetings.

Dugu Feng couldn't help but exclaim: "This dance should only be found in heaven, and how many times can I hear it on earth. Tonight, it is really worth watching Xiufang dance with everyone."

"Haha, my dear nephew said it well, it's all right!" Su Wei came to his senses, laughed, raised his head and wanted to drink a drink, but was shocked to find that the wine in the cup was empty at some point.

Dugu Feng smiled and said, "The ancients heard the music and said that 'the sound of lingering around the beams and lasted for three days'. Originally, it was just an exaggeration from the ancients. After watching Shang Jia dance, I realized that the ancients really did not deceive me. I am afraid that I will not know the meat in three months in the future."

Su Wei put on the wine with the maid standing beside him, raised his head and drank it. After laughing, he said, "My dear nephew is very literary and unparalleled in poetry and literature. After reading Shang Xiufang's martial arts today, will any masterpieces be published?"

Dugu Feng has the foundation of poetry and prose for thousands of years in his later generations, so he is naturally not polite about this and smiles confidently: "Mr. Su asked me a coincidence. I have a few words. I have a beautiful dance and a peerless style. The style of the words, although I can't describe the pleasure of my life, I can just touch my face!

Su Wei asked casually, but unexpectedly, Dugu Yun really had a poem, and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "The nephew is really extraordinary. Write it quickly." As he said that, he said to the maid, "Hurry, put in the pen."

In brothels, it is common to dance and ink, and "Qingyun Tower" naturally has excellent pen, ink, paper and inkstones. Now a maid brings pens, inkstones.

Now there is a beautiful woman polishing ink and holding a lamp with red sleeves. Dugu Feng stepped forward generously, picked up the pen calmly, and wrote intently, and made it all in one stroke.

"There is a beautiful woman in the south, dancing with light green waists. The banquet is in the evening of the afternoon, and the sleeves are blowing. It is like a green orchid, like a dragon raising. After the beauty of the past, Wu Ji stopped by the sacred. She was slow and could not be poor, and her complex posture was curling to the end. She lowered her lotus and broke through the waves, and the chaotic snow and granary wind was flowing. When she fell into the ears, she looked forward to the sky, and she was about to be in the sky. However, autumn could not be caught, so she flew away to chase the terrifying geese."

After Dugu Feng picked up the pen and wrote, Su Wei couldn't wait to grab the table to watch it, but saw Dugu Yun's handwriting was as handsome as a dragon and a snake, with a deep elegance and a strong look as a Right Army.

Su Wei read this poem again, but he felt that his words were refined and rich in descriptions. He used kingfishers, dragons, hanging lotus, and Lingxue to describe the changes in the dance posture, the smooth rhythm, the accurate words, and the far-reaching interest. It made readers clearly grasp Shang Xiufang's light, graceful and elegant peerless dance, which was even better than the ancient dances such as "The Former Stream" and "Bai Feng".

Su Wei was also proficient in literature and ink. He immediately read it again and recited it loudly again and again, and couldn't help but slap the table: "As a good nephew is indeed extraordinary in literary talent, so he won't let the son of ancient times. This poem simply tells the wonderfulness of Shangmao's dance, and expresses the feelings I want to say but cannot say. Poetry is also a dance, which is really wonderful. The monk's dance can be called a two-people."

Su Wei was full of praises of praise, and the onlookers and maids were also curious and watched them secretly. At the same time, they also secretly looked at Dugu Yun, a handsome and indescribable guest, and beautiful expectations arose in their hearts.

Dugu Feng has a thick-skinned face and accepts Su Wei's praise calmly. After Su Wei's taste, he looked at Dugu Feng and smiled: "Shang Xiufang is as different as ordinary singers as the moon. They pursue the supreme way of music and dance skills, wandering around the world, entertaining people with art, and being the guests of the king and prince. However, they are free and have always been selling their skills but not their own. If they are not favored, it will be difficult for them to have a love. However, I think you have a great chance. The two songs sung by Shang Xiufang tonight are both excellent works of the love. This shows her appreciation for the love poems and essays. If Shang Xiufang knew that the love poems and essays of the love, I would be afraid that she would have a chance to have a love."

Dugu Feng smiled softly and said, "Since Lord Su's auspicious words, I admire everyone as beautiful as jade. Why do I admire you for a long time? Today, I watched you like a beautiful woman and suddenly became a gentleman. If I had the chance, I would not let it go."

Su Wei couldn't expect him to be so calm, so he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then laughed again and said, "My dear nephew is really honest!"

Su Wei is open-minded and unconventional. Dugu Feng is also unrestrained. The two talked about everything and appreciated poetry and essays, but they were very speculative. Fortunately, Dugu Feng was born in a noble family in this life and received elite education since she was a child. She also worked hard on poetry and prose. She combined the famous poems and sentences accumulated in her belly for thousands of years, so she was not afraid of missing the foundation of a talented man.

Before they had been talking for a long time, they suddenly saw a maid coming in. After they bowed twice, they said, "You are very happy to know that Mr. Dugu Yun is here. I hope you can ask the master to come and see him."

Su Wei was stunned when he heard this. He never expected that he had just joked with Dugu Yun that he had the chance to meet Shang Xiufang tonight, and this opportunity really came. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm really guessing it wrong. Nephew, your opportunity is here."

Dugu Feng also smiled and said, "I have received many good words from Lord Su. If the beauty has an appointment, I will not drink with the adults."

Su Wei waved his hand repeatedly when he heard this, "Go! Go quickly!"

Shang Xiufang's temporary residence was located in a courtyard west of Shanglinyuan. Dugufeng followed the maid all the way through the courtyard and came to this courtyard. Under the guidance of the maid, she met this celestial girl who was famous all over the world for her talent in the west wing.

When Dugufeng walked into the room, Yiren sat in front of the window, holding a pen in her bare hands, and was writing something on the snow-white paper raft.

The beauty changed her body and woven pure white woven with silk. The collar, chest, sleeves, feet and other parts were just right with plum blossom embroidery. The flower shape is beautiful, the color is pleasing to the eye, the virtual and the real are contrasted with clear layers. In addition, the clothes are soft and elegant, light and smooth, and it is so touching when worn on this beauty. She seems to have just walked out of the bathhouse, without any hairpin on her head, and her hair is so casually tied, and she still sees the water light, which is so pure and beautiful that it is fascinating.

Incense burning in the cauldron in the cauldron in the wing hall was filled with this fragrant smell. The wing hall was very quiet, and no one was seen except for the four maids.

The little maid who led the way closed the door and left. The hut was silent, with only a trace of orchestral sound coming from a distance by chance, as if she was talking.

Wake up, this place is a prosperous place for smoke and willows, but the distance is like something that belongs to another world.

Hearing Dugu Feng's footsteps, Shang Xiufang turned her head, and her flawless jade face showed a shallow smile. That pair of people can

Jian Shui's eyes were full of curiosity and stared at Dugu Feng, and said softly: "Young Master Yun is here!"

Her voice was round and smooth, like fairy music, very pleasant and pleasant. The sweet and gentle voice made Dugu Feng feel very enjoyable, and he replied with a smile: "Hello, everyone!"

Shang Xiufang's beautiful eyes were as water. After looking at Dugufeng for a while, she suddenly covered her mouth and smiled, as if a peony was blooming, and she shone brightly. Dugufeng's heart was moved and she couldn't help but ask, "Why is Xiufang laughing?"

Shang Xiufang's face showed a little shyness, and Yingying smiled and said, "Young Master Yun is even better than Xiufang imagined!"

Dugu Feng showed a handsome and beautiful smile. He was so kind that he moved a chair himself, sat down a little closer to her, and smiled and said, "What should Xiufang imagined me like?"

Shang Xiufang seemed not used to him getting too close, so she leaned slightly to the side and said softly: "Young Master Yun, please don't get too close?"

Dugu Feng sniffed her charming fragrance and listened to her gentle and charming voice, and felt intoxicated. After moving her body a little bit out, she smiled and said, "I am abrupt, please forgive me."

Shang Xiufang gently glanced at Dugu Feng, and the charming look immediately made Dugu Feng feel heart waving. Although it was just a simple look, it was like her singing, and it spoke thousands of words, with anger, surprise, loss, and expectation inside. It made Dugu Feng's strong heart begin to soften a little, and he couldn't help but scream in his heart, and he deeply understood what it means to make steel into soft fingers.

Shang Xiufang stood up gently, stretched out her snow-white fingers and picked up the freshly written snow raft, and whispered: "There is a beauty in the south, dancing with a light green waist. The banquet is in the evening of the evening, and the flying sleeves are blowing..." Her voice was as round as pearls and jade, and the crisp notes intertwined into a series of articles, with a charm that makes people indulge intoxicating.

After reading the poem, Shang Xiufang turned around and smiled sweetly, "Is this poem by Mr. Yun written for Xiufang?"

This opportunity to win the favor of a beautiful woman cannot be missed. Dugu Feng smiled proudly and said, "Of course, it's."

Shang Xiufang smiled shyly and said happily and shyly: "But Xiufang feels that she is not as good as the one described in Prince Yun's poem!"

Shang Xiufang's expression of surprise, reveals a shy smell of a girl's innocent and honesty, which makes Dugu Feng notice that she is now a cardamom girl in her 20s, carrying the sweetness and purity of a girl.

Dugu Feng smiled and said, "Xiufang's dance is light and graceful, and extremely elegant. The changes in dance postures are even better than "Qianxi" and "Baifeng". It makes people fall in love with it at first sight. I, the viewer, have a say in this regard."

Shang Xiufang was happy to hear it and couldn't help but laugh: "Young Master Yun is really good at speaking! Xiufang was a little fluttering when she heard it!"

Dugu Feng said seriously: "Xiufang, don't misunderstand. I, Dugu Yun, have always only told the truth."

Shang Xiufang laughed softly, "Your words are the real lie."

Shang Xiufang's charming expression made Dugufeng feel excited and couldn't help but say in admiration: "Xiufang, you are so smart, you actually guessed that this sentence is a lie."

Shang Xiufang gave him a serious look so much that she couldn't help but chuckled, saying, "Does Mr. Yun usually have fun in her daughter's house? Since you came in, people have made you laugh several times. Um! Mr. Yun is so beautiful, and his literary and martial arts are unparalleled in the world. He should have many daughters like it!"
Chapter completed!