Chapter 100 The murmur under the moonlight
Liang Pengfei nod slightly to the governor of Marcelo, took Mrs. Blanche's slender hand, and walked to the brightly lit dance floor. The handsome young master Liang and the beautiful governor's wife will be today's lead dance.
The candlelight in the back garden of the governor's mansion is bright, and the noisy music echoes in the night sky. Those carefully decorated ribbons and bouquets make the whole back garden look like a fairyland on earth. In the dance floor, with the melody, Liang Pengfei and Mrs. Blanche joined hands to dance beautiful waltz. In this era, Hua Erz has not been popular for a long time, but its beautiful dance steps have become the favorite of the palace ladies.
Fortunately, it's a waltz. If it's an older Western palace dance such as a palace dance, then Master Liang is really completely blind.
With the rhythm of the dance music, Liang Pengfei picked up his dance partner Mrs. Blanche and began to dance in this cheerful dance music. The two closely clung to each other, with the three beats of dance music, he took the dance steps smoothly. With the movement of the dance steps, they formed a burst with obvious lifting movements. With continuous waves, coupled with the gentle and dexterous tilt, swinging, reflexion and rotation, the cooperation between the two gradually became smooth from the beginning. The unique charm of the elegant and gorgeous dance, as well as the graceful dance steps, attracted the eyes of everyone present.
"I didn't expect you to waltz. It's really surprising." Blanche's high and full chest was tightly against Liang Pengfei's strong chest. With the rotation of the dance steps, the pretty face looked more charming under the light.
"Don't be too surprised. Every man represents a mystery in the world and is always waiting for a woman with a heart to discover." Liang Pengfei's nose brushed Mrs. Branqi's earlobe, which made her cry like a sigh, and her body was a little weak. However, Liang Pengfei grasped the rhythm well and rotated quickly with the weak Mrs. Branqi.
"If I could still be ten years younger..." Mrs. Blanche looked at the handsome and tall young man with blurred eyes. Her heart beats faster than dancing.
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"Where's your husband?" Liang Pengfei called the opportunity to rotate and glanced around, only to find that the governor of Marcelo, who was supposed to be standing on the sidelines, had actually disappeared.
"My husband?" There was a faint sarcasm on the corners of Mrs. Blanche's mouth: "Now I should talk to my maid about the parting of the past few days in a corner of the garden."
Hearing this, Master Liang almost threw the rotating Mrs. Blanche out of the dance floor. I said, I didn't expect that the Western aristocrats had caught up with the United States in this era. I'm afraid it's still too much.
"What's the fuss about this? This is the life of the aristocracy. My husband married me because of my family background, and I married him precisely because I can escape a marriage, an old duke who may make me marry me old enough to be my grandfather. Mrs. Blanche's mouth bent, showing helpless ridicule and sarcasm. I don't know whether it's to herself or to the era she lives in, the Europe she lives in.
Hearing this explanation, Liang Pengfei couldn't help but feel a trace of pity from his heart. This is the mistake of this era, not yours.
This made Mrs. Blanche's eyes shrouded in a faint fog, which was blinked by her eyelashes, and the corners of her mouth bent a seductive arc: "You are really reassuring. Every word seems to be said to my heart." The full chest is closer to the sweet-mouthed oriental man in front of him.
Feeling this kind of warm and soft jade, Liang Pengfei felt that there was a cluster of flames in his throat. Madam, you know, I'm a normal man. Be careful.
This ambiguous phrase that seemed to be a warning made Mrs. Blanche laugh out loud, and the charming eyes became more and more seductive. I find that I like you more and more, dear Liang. Sometimes you look like an old, hot and mature politician, but sometimes you look like a big boy, a cute little man.
"Little man?" Liang Pengfei's eyes lit up the flame of aggression. Riding a whirlwind, Liang Pengfei gently bit Mrs. Blanche's small earlobe: "Madam, men can't use this little word casually..."
Mrs. Blanche was held in her earlobe by her scorching lips, as if she had been drained by a vampire. If it hadn't been for the dance floor and there were countless pairs of eyes next to her, Mrs. Blanche would have fallen into Liang Pengfei's arms at this moment.
At the end of the song, in the eyes and applause of people's envy and jealousy, Liang Pengfei walked out of the dance floor with a little breath and a delicate orchid-like face.
"I haven't danced so happily for a long time. You are really a qualified dance partner. Look at their eyes, but they have always looked at you with envy and appreciation." Mrs. Blanche, who seemed to be a little gasping because of the activity, took a small step, and the small folding fan in her hand kept flapping on her chest, like a colorful butterfly flying in front of her full chest. Her pretty face had been stained with blush. The silky eyes were in the candlelight, as if there was a stream flowing in it, swinging glass. The wave of light.
"It should be said that it is your beauty and beauty, which makes us the focus of the audience." Liang Pengfei took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat on his forehead. It was already December, or winter. For the Luzon Islands near the equator, he could not feel a trace of cold at all, but hot and humid.
"You really know how to talk. It's too sultry here. Would you like to walk with me?" Mrs. Blanche's eyes swept around, like a female thief in the mall. After a long time, she summoned up her courage and sent an invitation to Liang Pengfei, as if she was really going to visit the garden where she had lived here for several years and was so familiar that she could recognize the way with her eyes closed.
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Of course, Liang Pengfei was happy to take the order. He was entangled by two Spanish girls. Shi Dakai, who looked like Guan Gong, also wanted to follow, but Liang Pengfei left him here on the grounds that Shi Dakai wanted to have more international exchanges during his absence.
As for the white scholar and the monk Chen, they didn't understand their own thoughts. They just stayed far behind and helped Master Liang clean up the idle people nearby, so as not to interfere with Master Liang's walking journey.
The two walked in the flowers and looked at the stars dotted in the night sky, and felt much more relaxed. Liang Pengfei sat on a bench with Mrs. Branqi, which was backed against the wall full of vines. In front of him was a winding path, surrounded by flowers and plants. The bright moonlight waving down from the sky, making this situation look real and illusory. At this time, I couldn't hear the noise of people on the dance floor, only that The faint sound of music flowed by.
"The night with the moon is so beautiful." Mrs. Blanche sighed intoxicatedly. The beautiful long skirt hit the ground, and the peacock blue dress formed a sharp contrast with her white and jade-like skin.
"Look at the green darkness and the winding path of moss. The night is so gentle that it is ascending to the throne after the moon. I don't know how many people toss and turn and can't sleep." Liang Pengfei sniffed the fragrance of Mrs. Branqi and was also intoxicated.
Hearing Liang Pengfei's touching poem like a poetry recitation, Mrs. Branqi's eyes were full of spring water. What you said is more beautiful than that of a poet.
"That's because there is a beautiful lady like you around me to give me endless fantasy and inspiration." The mouthful young master Liang almost squeezed Mrs. Blanche into the corner of the chair. The wild smell of Xiong's surname was like an overwhelming sandstorm, which almost stopped Mrs. Blanche's breathing.
"Don't do this. On such a night, we should talk about poetry or art." Mrs. Blanche bit her red lips, and there was a scorching flame in her charming eyes.
It's your grandma's damn poetry and art. Master Liang rolled his eyes wildly. You little mother-in-law, seduced you young master for a long time, and I actually wanted to play poetry and art at this juncture? The discussion of body art is similar to that of yellow accent.
To deal with such a literary young woman who likes a romantic atmosphere, Master Liang still has a way. His hands, which have been attached to Gao Ting Shuangfeng with the amazing surname, continue to move, but the expression on his face is not silvery at all, just like a brick teacher beast of the art college is explaining the beauty and structure of human body lines to female students. Of course, we are now conceiting about art. Dear Madam, your body is simply God's masterpiece, a living statue of beauty. Even the hands of Master Michelangelo, the greatest sculptor of the Renaissance, can only be extremely ashamed..."
"Don't do this, Liang, be gentle, don't hurt me, my clothes are going to be torn by you..." Mrs. Branqi's whole body was as hot as a fire, her plump lips exhaled like orchids, and her silky eyes were like the wild cat that climbed on the roof in the spring, with her hands tightly around Liang Pengfei's neck.
The provocative action, the hypocritical and polite words, instead, stimulated Master Liang's wild surname. Her hands worked hard, accompanied by a low cry of Mrs. Branqi. The buttons behind the precious evening dress were pulled open by Master Liang's brute force, and the moonlight was scattered all over her delicate body, perfectly round and towering, and the throat The lingering whisper is like a hunting goddess bathing in a hot spring, exuding deadly ** in laziness.
"Dear Blanche, my little angel, do you know? You are really beautiful. I must be very gentle. The moonlight happened to shine on Master Liang's face at this moment. The evil and silvery smile was like a wolf in the moon night. The strong figure was like an indestructible fortress. His soft and seductive body was held in his arms and he sat across the bench, so that the seductive body was tightly attached to the wall full of vines.
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(to be continued)