Chapter 293 Broom sweeps the couch?

Ma Chao has to admit that Diao Chan's dancing posture is ten thousand times better than Liu Xiu.

It's not that Diao Chan's dancing skills are indeed stronger than Liu Xiu's, but the temperament and charm between the dances are like clouds and mud: when he saw Liu Xiu's Hu Xuan dance in the Dongfu, Ma Chao was just amazed for a moment, stunning by Liu Xiu's round buttocks and soft figure thrown out between jumping and pedaling **. But in retrospect, there was no feeling except for the lotus leaf crisp chest and dazzling action.

Yes, Liu Xiu's whole dance process is skillful, coherent and mechanical. If you look at the action and the area of **, the dance is still worthy of the name. It's just the charm when she dances, but the look on her face is only shy and almost idiotic; it's even more ridiculous to see her pride as the eldest princess; the only thing left is the indifference and numbness that runs through the whole dance.

Diao Chan is different. If Liu Xiu performs the most * dance with the most noble identity, the Diao Chan's dance can simply be called 'out of the mud without staining, washing the ripples without demon'.

From beginning to end, Diao Chan's dance was not charming or cold. Her dance has been jumping with her soul from the beginning. The plain skin is not dirty and naive, in Xiao Liyao's pool. The pavilion is covered with green and plain. In the middle of the Taiye wave, a song of Neon danced, like breaking the soul and flowing water. It's like Lingbo fairy flattening a boat for thousands of miles. Looking back, the ice curtain was half covered and fell in a mess. In the end, it only makes people feel like falling in love and unwilling to wake up. Under the sad fan of the moon shadow, only the dew is scattered.

It seemed to be waiting for the amphibious snow heron, and the night was shocked. Ma Chao heard Wang Yun's question in a trance: "General, I don't know what to do?"

"Hmm?" Ma Chao was addicted to Diao Chan's dance. After waking up, he found that the beautiful woman did not know where she was. Only Wang Yun's orange face smiled as brightly as a **: "I have never seen such a fine dance, and I don't want to wake up for a long time. Lord Situ's previous words did not hear clearly... I hope Lord Situ is not to blame, don't blame.

"The little girl has admired the general for a long time and wants the little girl to sweep the bed for the general. I don't know what the general wants?" Wang Yun did not blame Ma Chao's gaffe at all and repeated it again.

'There is no shortage of people in my family who clean the table and sweep the floor...' Ma Chao was puzzled, and then woke up: Damn it! Ancient people spoke politely. If you marry a daughter, you will marry your daughter. What else is there to hold a broom and sweep the bed? Women's status is really low...

At this moment, Ma Chaozhen observed a moment of silence for the Lv Bu's eldest brother: Wang Yun first had a burst of ecstasy soup, and then Diao Chan's ecstasy dance. If it were any man, he would have unconsciously said. Even the guy who knows this beauty trick, if he hadn't had an affair with Diao Chan, he might have fallen into it!

However, Wang Yun, you old man, play with this hand in front of the young master, don't blame him for pretending to be awesome!

Thinking of this section, Ma Chao smiled strangely, took a sip of wine, and then said coldly, "If you have nothing to pay attention to, you are a traitor or a thief. Lord Situ treats Ma Chao kindly for no reason. Is there a big plan?!"

Wang Yun shook his hand and immediately threw the wine bottle on the ground. Looking around, I found that when Diao Chan danced just now, she had already scolded the servants: "Why did the general say this? Knowing the general's talent and wanting to make a son-in-law with the general, why did he attract the general's filth?!"

Ma Chao ignored Wang Yun's fake anger, and his face began to become more and more cold: "Dong Zhuo also wanted to be my father-in-law, and what he said seemed to be the same as Lord Situ. I really don't know how He De, the small town general, can be so favored by Situ, one of the imperial master and one of the three princes of the dynasty?

Wang Yun's face turned dark, and he turned the wine bottle in his hand and was silent. Seeing that it was almost time, Ma Chao stood up and didn't even say goodbye. He went straight out: "Although the beauty is good, it is difficult to measure people's hearts. I hope Lord Situ will consider it..."

After saying that, Ma Chao laughed and left. Wang Yun looked at Ma Chao's back, and the wine bottle in his hand began to tremble slightly: This son... Is this son really only 17 years old?!

For an hour, Wang Yun kept that posture and did not move. Looking at it from afar, it is like an old monk. If it hadn't been for the occasional flash of light in his eyes, he would have been like a dead man. It was not until the incense burned out that Wang Yun rubbed his temples and showed a relieved smile: "D Diao Chan..."

"I'm here." There was no one in the hall, but the Diao Chan appeared silently, which was really incredible.

"Keep an eye on this person in the future..." Wang Yun thought that it was not appropriate, so he said more: "This son can only be a friend, not an enemy. You just need to monitor it secretly. If there is a chance, I will invite you to come to the house again.

"I know." Diao Chan bowed to her body and lowered the corners of her mouth, but drew a beautiful smile.

At noon, Cai Fu.

The lake is quiet and waveless, reflecting people's hearts.

In the small pavilion, Cai Yan snuggled alone. Although everywhere is full of vitality, everywhere is full of vitality, the sun is bright, and flowers are blooming. A pool of bright lake water is more compatible with the light wind and understands infinite amorous feelings. However, for Cai Yan, that loneliness is still not because she intends to stay away from the noise of the world, but when she sits quietly and condenses, there is naturally a kind of heartbreak that makes people can't help holding her into her arms.

The Chu Qianying, that loneliness, teaches people directly in their hearts and sighs silently.

What's your crime, so lifeless?

Except for a guest Yaoqin, there is nothing to accompany.

Cai Yan sat silently and sighed leisurely: Five days after his brother left, he had not come to find him for five days.

She stared into the distance, and her mind had already flown away from her body, missing someone who was secretly imprinted in her heart. She knew that the man could not completely belong to her, and she was willing to wait, but how could she say that she didn't want to?

With no choice but to sigh again, Cai Yan stroked Yaoqin, but did not know that everything around her was spiritual and quiet for her.

For fear of disturbing her thoughts, the fish swimming under her feet did not dare to swim.

After adjusting the rhythm, Cai Yan picked up a piece of music and began to quietly move... The sound of the piano is like admiring, and a girl who has just passed the cardamom has actually popped out of the resentment in her boudoir!

A trace of clear sound echoed in the lake, obviously in front of us, but it sounded like afar in the sky. Obviously, it was the sound of Yaoqin, but it was like Kunlun jade broken and phoenix clear. Gentle and sad, lingering heart...

Then, Cai Yan looked at the score, gently opened his mouth, and began to sing slowly: "There will be a day when we meet thousands of miles, and it is difficult to get close to each other; close to the horizon, there are flowers that can be unfolded. Falling flowers and flowing water ask you, Yue female raccoon yarn Qingxi West; pear blossoms recall bitterness and sweetness with tears. Boil wine and green plums to promote buds. For you, you have two songs, and your heart has become infatuated early; your hair is like silk, and the hand of the son is weeping relative to each other.

Without any pretentiousness, it is extremely gentle, touching the deep depression in the heart, not limited by heaven and earth and emotions, and only makes the heart melt and warm. Every note. It was like a wonderful move of savings. She quietly touched her jade fingers, and every trace of shock and resentment came out.

But I don't know when a touch of brocade behind me has stood quietly. As if feeling something, the man frowned slightly:

"Yan'er, I'm coming."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Cai Yan looked back and saw the upright figure and jade-like face that she thought about day and night.