031 Yan Wushuang

Ziyuan's makeup took nearly two hours. After her makeup was finished and her dress was changed, the dreamlike song and dance in front of her was announcing the beginning.

Murong Xueyan ordered Ziyuan to wait in the background. She took Xiurong downstairs to find a seat and watch the dream-like performance.

Like a dream of good dance, tonight's performance is no different from usual, and it is still a dance. A wisp of clear flute sounded, and she was wearing a pink dress, with her skirt curly, and her wide sleeves turned back softly. Her slender waist remained motionless until her hands were on the ground and her whole body was bent into an arc.

"The bones are flexible." Murong Xueyan thought of the word. This dream-like figure, put in modern times, is a good seedling for learning to play or running a circus.

Everyone has seen a lot about such performances, especially those who come every night, and there is no new interest in their eyes.

Murong Xueyan and Ding Qing stared. Seeing that Ru Meng changed her movements, she rotated on tiptoe, and pinched her fingers into the shape of a perfect orchid finger, sometimes flying outside the sleeves, sometimes hidden in the sleeves. Each of her movements is gentle and graceful, dancing to the rhythm of the flute. Suddenly, the sound of the flute became more and more urgent, and her movements were faster, softer and dazzling...

"Good!" The guests cheered loudly, and the reward silver was thrown on the stage. After everything calmed down, Yan Wushuang came to the middle of the stage and smiled at everyone and said, "Tonight, a new girl in Yihongyuan wants to perform songs and dances for everyone. Please enjoy it next!"

A sentence of "new girl" made the guests downstairs crazy, full of anticipation and anticipation.

The guzheng sounded loudly, and the music I had never heard before was suddenly fresh. After a few sound of kites, a woman in a snow-white veil stepped out, put her head in a bun, and only a golden hairpin. With the gentle movement, Lu Jin hairpin swayed. The style of the skirt on her body is novel. With the opening and hanging of her arms, it looks like a butterfly closing its wings one by one. The veil covers most of her face. What is the small bus is faintly visible, and the plum blossom mark with cinnabar on her forehead. With these alone, people want to see the beauty of the woman under the veil. After all.

Women's lotus step style, the faster you walk, the faster you walk, the more your arms fly, and the tip of your feet jumps, just like a butterfly... The red lips open gently, and the graceful song is fascinating:

"Butterfly loves flowers and beautiful flowers but goes back with spring

Fly with you, but you can only stay for one night

The human relationship flows to my heart but tears

If you love pain once and parting once, you can teach the intestines

Butterfly is a drunk flower, but it flies with the wind

My heart slowly gives you but regards love as a hangover

If a good person can't call back, my dream will turn into ashes

Looking forward to some hatred but never knowing how to regret

Butterflies and butterflies fly all over the sky. Oh, flowers won't snow if they don't thank you..."

The dance is charming and the singing voice is beautiful. After a period of singing, the woman either dances gently or runs with her hands. She dances freely in the stage. Her posture is beautiful and the singing is touching. The guests under the stage have already been conquered by her singing and dancing. The appearance of the face behind the veil is indifferent and covered with a cheer.

After the interlude, the woman began to sing again:

"Butterfly is a drunk flower but flies away with the wind

My heart slowly gives you but regards love as a hangover

If a good person can't call back, my dream will turn into ashes

......”

After singing a song, the woman smiled and gently pulled down the veil, and a delicate face appeared in front of everyone. Although Ziyuan didn't show up for a long time, some of the guests recognized her well, exclaiming with praise: "Isn't this Miss Ziyuan? I haven't seen you for many days, but the longer you grow, the more beautiful you are...!"

"Miss Ziyuan, sing another song!"

"Yes, sing again!"

Some of the guests began to make a coax. Yan Wushuang was about to order Ziyuan to sing again, but he saw Murong Xueyan come to her side and said, "Boss Yan, the surprise should be found slowly. It can't be exposed at once. Otherwise, what will his Ziyuan girl attract everyone? Now go to the stage and tell them that at the same time tomorrow, Miss Ziyuan will perform singing and dancing on the stage again. Please come again tomorrow.

After listening to her explanation, Yan Wushuang was full of appreciation. The tunnel got up to the center of the stage, ordered Ziyuan to retreat first, and said to the guests, "Today, Miss Ziyuan is a little tired. She will come to perform at this time tomorrow. At that time, please come again. If you are satisfied with the performance of Miss Ziyuan just now, please follow your heart. Give some rewards..."

As soon as the word "reward" came out, everyone woke up like a dream and was fascinated by singing and dancing. Everyone actually forgot to reward. At this time, Jing Yan Wushuang deliberately mentioned it, and the guests hurriedly threw the silver to the stage. Everyone was full of energy and was willing to express their love for Ziyuan through rewards.

"Xiurong, it's time for us to go back to the royal palace." Murong Xueyan suddenly thought of something. After staying in Yihongyuan for so many days, I met Liu Xiangxiang, who was provocative during the day. I don't know what kind of attitude Nangongyi is - at least they are also a registered couple.

"Go home?" Yan Wushuang is very sorry for Murong Xueyan's departure. Through the transformation of Ziyuan, she clearly saw Murong Xueyan's extraordinary packaging talent. Ziyuan hasn't received guests for a long time. She has long been jokingly called "Xunyang Woman" and no one cares about it. After Murong Xueyan's mentions, she has become beautiful and extraordinary, singing and dancing. She is so beautiful and amazing, full of new ideas and unconventional. If other girls in Yihongyuan are also handed over to this Murong Xueyan, the business of Yihongyuan will be settled. It can prosper day by day and be the best in the capital.

"Boss Yan, I can't do it either." Murong Xueyan smiled helplessly, "This is a difficult experience for every family. I'll go back tonight and come to see Miss Ziyuan tomorrow afternoon.

"The old body looks at the girl's extraordinary appearance, and she is expected to be the daughter of a large family, but the girl acts informally and has a strange mind, and seems to be different from the daughter raised in a boudoir." Yan Wushuang looked at Murong Xueyan and immediately waved two bodyguards, "A Wei, Ah Bao, you two send Mr. Mu back."

"Boss Yan is so bold. We will definitely become friends in the future." Murong Xueyan smiled and got up and returned.

Murong Xueyan took Xiurong in front of him. After Awei and Abao, after walking a few streets, the royal palace was in front of him. Murong Xueyan ordered him to go back. Before approaching the door with Xiurong, he knocked on the copper ring on the door.

It was not the little man in the royal palace who opened the door, but Nangong Yi. Looking at him, it seemed that she had been in the courtyard for a while.

Murong Xueyan tried to hypnotize herself. When he didn't exist, she pulled Xiurong into the hospital. Unexpectedly, when she passed him, she was grabbed by his arm.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Murong Xueyan glared angrily.

"What am I doing? How dare you ask me!" Nangong Yi's eyes almost spit out fire, "As my princess, you haven't returned for three days and nights. Tell me, what have you done in these three days?"

"There is no comment." Murong Xueyan tried to break his hand, but he didn't move.

"There is no comment? Tell me, do you have any shady business? Nangong Yi's hand is stronger.

"Since you believe in the provocation of some people and think that there is something shady in this palace, it's up to you to think about it." Murong Xueyan's eyes were like water, and she glanced over Nangongyi's body coldly. "Nangongyi, listen, our marriage is a deal in itself. You and I are originally a registered couple. You pass yours, I pass me, and we don't interfere with each other. In any case, I will not go out to do anything under the banner of Jingwang Mansion, so as not to tarnish your reputation, but please also pay close attention to your little wives.

"You..." She can always easily anger him. The blue veins on Nangong Yi's forehead suddenly jumped up, and the anger of thunder was about to break out.

"You just think about your Yun'er and hold your little wives in your arms. I have no problem with what to do. As for my affairs, please don't ask." Murong Xueyan quickly took his words.

What is this called! Nangong Yi looked at the woman strangely. A man's three wives and four concubines are ordinary things, and it seems to her to be so rebellious! Since you have married into my house, you have to take on the responsibility of the mistress and take care of the family business.

"You mean, no one has been taking care of this family before I got married?" Murong Xueyan pulled the corners of her mouth sneerfully, "Isn't your concubine Liu Xiangxiang very talented? On the last wedding day, I was able to take the lead and make waves and almost forced me to death. A few days ago, I joined forces with everyone not to ask me. Today, I can still make something out of nothing and arrange my fault.

"Murong Xueyan!" Every time he calls her by name and surname, usually nothing good happens. Murong Xueyan didn't expect what would happen. She was picked up by Nangong Yi and walked towards the room.

"What are you doing?" Murong Xueyan was shocked and angry, but she was not his opponent, so she had to let him carry herself into the room.

Put her on the bed, and he suddenly kissed her lips. The tip of her lips was lingering, and her breathing was intertwined. This kiss, with a heavy sense of punishment, Murong Xueyan was shocked by the smell of blood and tingling in her mouth and shouted, "Nang Gongyi, how dare you bite me!"

"I just want to teach you how to be a wife." Nangong Yi smiled coldly and stretched out his hand to untie her belt.

"No... No," Murong Xueyan sat in the corner of the bed, hugged her knees and looked at Nangong Yi in horror. "I, I will never allow a man to be possessed without any feelings... If you need it, go to your little wives."

"Murong Xueyan, what on earth do you want?"

"I have made it very clear for a long time. You can totally think that I'm a decoration and do whatever I should do. Murong Xueyan glanced at him and said, "Do you think I'm really greedy for your beauty?"

"..."

"If necessary, when we appear in front of the public together, I will never give you face, but in private, please keep your distance from me and give me some space for yourself." Murong Xueyan's tone calmed down, "You and I should know what each other means to each other. Without each other, we can still live well."

"You..." I always feel that there is something wrong with her words, but I can't find anything wrong, so I can only stare.

When Nangong Yi left, Murong Xueyan inexplicably felt empty in her heart, as if she had lost something... She stretched out and called Xiurong to prepare hot water. She planned to take a comfortable hot bath.