Chapter 7 A Dance

It's very blocky, just fill the pool, and the lotus flower carved with golden flowers is even more touching. Yang Haoxuan also found that there were many candles on the surface of the pool now.

Suddenly, the lights of the whole Wenxiang Building dimmed, and only the candles on the surface of the water lit up. The three rows outside and three rows inside turned the pool into the center of the whole scene. At this time, many petals fell from the air.

Among the petals, a woman in blue also fell out of thin air. At this time, there was also a brisk sound of the piano in Wenxianglou. Then the woman in blue slowly fell to the ground, her jade feet moved, her hands were waved, and she danced.

The woman in blue is about eighteen years old. The country is beautiful, bright and seductive, and the willows are weak and curling, just like the waist of the fifteenth daughter. What is rare is her affectionate, slightly shy and pure smile, beautiful and touching.

Slim **, stepping on the dance steps of flowing clouds and flowing water, dancing and singing, the voice is like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, crisp and pleasant, around the beam for three days.

Yang Haoxuan's heart trembled suddenly, his heart beat faster, and his palms sweated. Even if he saw Yang Ruolan's beauty, he was not so excited, but every action of the woman in blue seemed to control his heartbeat and mood.

Gradually, there is only one thought in my heart, to have her!

And with the same idea as him, it is obviously not the same. The people in the whole Wenxiang Building are intoxicated and can't be themselves. Unfortunately, the beautiful things in the world are short-lived. A dance will soon be finished, and the woman in Qingyi will also retreat.

"Qingxue is indeed Qingxue!" Huang Peng sighed when he had been waiting for the woman in blue to retreat.

Yang Haoxuan secretly remembered the name, but he was a little disappointed when he remembered the theme this time. I thought I would ask a few ladies to be comfortable with me. Who knows that this place is deliberately made into an elegant tone, which makes him very depressed.

"Go! Yang Shao!" Suddenly, Huang Peng stood up.

What? Is it time to start? Yang Haoxuan immediately stood up and followed Huang Peng's excited pace.

Unexpectedly, Huang Peng walked to the middle room on the second floor. Yang Haoxuan found that when he came in, Huang Peng gave a huge ticket to the door. He couldn't help looking in. Who knew that the feeling inside was like a box, and a group of people gathered together to drink.

He sat down with Huang Peng doubtfully and immediately knew why he was coming. I don't know when Qingxue, the woman in green just now, came in and walked aside silently. The pipa hugged her arms and played a song. The beautiful voice made everyone drunk.

After a burst of applause, Qingxue sat in the seat.

Now that he is close to the beauty, Yang Haoxuan's heart is beating faster. Looking carefully, I found that every point under Qingxue's body was a magic work. Although it was beautiful and touching, it did not make people feel far away.

Make men more dependent on her. Others can't do anything better. Among them, the handsome young man's eyes are shining with stars and praises, "Miss Qingxue is really proficient in music. I'm not talented, but I can only write poems. I want to give it to Miss!"

Qing Xue squeezed her lips and smiled and said, "I really don't dare to do it!"

The young man smiled proudly and immediately prepared to write a poem, but Huang Peng next to him suddenly interrupted, "It's good to recite poetry!" It's wonderful to recite poems!"

Even Yang Haoxuan was stunned by his words. Then when he saw his appearance, he knew that he wanted to be in the limelight.

But does he have this capital?

Sure enough, the young man looked at him angrily, and said in his heart that the ignorant child was full of knowledge, and said, "It turns out that Brother Huang can also recite poems. Why don't you have a song!?" His words made his deskmate laugh. Huang Peng had a few catties, and they all knew it.

Huang Peng was also immediately stunned and knew that he was too confused, but the beauty had looked at him curiously, and it was difficult to get off the tiger. Suddenly, I saw Yang Haoxuan next to me and said, "Of course I won't, but my good brother Yang Haoxuan recited a good poem!"

"Uh..." Yang Haoxuan, who was thinking of the evil meaning of the wet network, suddenly heard this and chanted a good poem. Isn't this a curse...

"Haha!" When others look at Yang Haoxuan, they feel even more interesting. Everyone knows what kind of virtue he is, and the whole capital of Dayan knows it. Huang Peng and Yang Haoxuan are a combination of villains in Dayan. When it comes to chanting poems, they don't believe that the two will.

But at this time, Qingxue opened her mouth and said, "Mr. Yang, can you really recite poems? I'm curious about such a green snow!"

Her curious appearance was even more greedy and jealous. When the young man saw that the limelight was completely robbed by others, he said strangely, "Yes! Brother Yang, you let everyone see it!"

"This question..." Yang Haoxuan hesitated and stared at Huang Peng. Suddenly, he looked at Qingxue again. The feeling of excitement emerged again, which gradually made him find this heartbeat feeling, like first love.

I can't help thinking of my ex-girlfriend. I broke up for various reasons and felt something. After a while, in the eyes of everyone's expectation or ridicule, he said, "It's like this, I'll make a fool of myself!"

After clearing his throat, he said, "If life is just like the first time..."

Haha! Hearing the beginning of this sentence, the young man led by the previous one immediately laughed, and even there was a strange brilliance in the green snowy eyes.

Other people naturally laugh. Because chanting poetry is to make poetry extremely gorgeous. And what Yang Haoxuan said just now is simply a vernacular!

However, Yang Haoxuan ignored it and continued: "... What's the autumn wind sad painting fan? When you change idleness, you will change the hearts of the old people, but the hearts of the old people will change easily. After half of the night, the night rained and the bells finally did not complain. What is Bo Xing's brocade clothes, more than the wings and branches of the day.

Silent! This poem makes the people in the whole seat silent. Unexpectedly, the first sentence was not gorgeous, but it paved the way for the rest. An extremely clear description of men and women.

Although Mulan Ci describes a man's thinness from a woman's perspective, it is also very appropriate to use this kind of place. People who are sitting have more or less emotional trauma, otherwise they will not be addicted to smelling incense.

Yang Haoxuan resonated with them even more.

"Good poem! Good poem!" However, to Yang Haoxuan's surprise, the first person to make a sound was actually Huang Peng, a fat man. However, he had a good poem on his face. He just watched his good friend say a lot of words that he didn't understand. He applauded first. He was really thick-skinned.

However, his words also made everyone realize it. Looking at Yang Haoxuan's eyes, they were full of surprise, as if they had seen a ghost. Usually, this villain young master has no elegant behavior except for swearing and domineering.

Now a good poem suddenly appears, which is really unacceptable to them, especially the previous man in blue.

" Mr. Yang is really talented, and Qing Xue admires him!" At this time, Qingxue's beautiful eyebrows moved gently, and curiosity revealed in the depths of her eyes.

Sitting next to Yang Haoxuan without leaving a trace, he smiled and said, "It seems that the outside world is wrong about Mr. Yang's rumors!"

She smiled with her teeth and her eyes slanted slightly, making Qing Xue's beautiful face more touching. When it's true, the daughter always smiles and clences with double jade.

The people sitting are extremely infatuated, but more jealous!

How can they be jealous of Yang Haoxuan? They won't change their views on him because of a poem, and even guess that the poem is prepared in advance.

"It's more than that! What's more, Yang Shao is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!" Suddenly, Huang Peng next to him shook his fat face and said that although he couldn't get a beauty, he also had face to his brother.

Fat fat! If you don't talk, you will die! Yang Haoxuan stared at him again, but found that Qingxue seemed to be more curious about him, so he said modestly, "There! There!"

Qing Xue suddenly stretched out her spring roll-like jade head, gently covered the back of Yang Haoxuan's palm, and whispered, "Mr. Yang is too modest! Qingxue wants to discuss music with him alone!"

"Ha... This is an affair!" Yang Haoxuan was given an electric shock, and his skin was as smooth as curd, especially when the other party's apricot eyes looked directly, which made his heart beat faster!

"Nalan sex, Nalan sex, no wonder your name has 'sex'. It turns out that it's good to recite your poems!" Yang Haoxuan calmed down and said in the envious eyes of a group of people, "Well, that's naturally good!"

Qingxue smiled and said, "But Qingxue is a little tired of dancing today. Let's discuss it again on the fifteenth day of next month!"

Yang Haoxuan was a little disappointed, but he still reluctantly said, "Noproblem!"

"Hmm?" Qingxue's eyes blinked.

"Oh, that's no problem!" Yang Haoxuan realized that he was proud and immediately smiled in embarrassment.

Fortunately, Qingxue didn't care. She saluted everyone and retreated.

As soon as she left, the people sitting there were howling a few times, drank a sip of wine, looked at Yang Haoxuan, and couldn't wait to swallow him.

"Awesome! Yang Shao!" Huang Peng next to him shouted excitedly, "For so long, he is still the first person who can make an appointment with Qingxue!" And it's still the 15th, Wangyue Pavilion! I can't believe it!"

Sitting, listening to Huang Peng's words, he dropped his wine glass and left one after another.

Yang Haoxuan didn't expect this effect, but everyone left and shrugged his shoulders. He was extremely helpless. He came to fight today. Who knows how to recite poems...

Damn, why does it feel evil to say?

"I didn't expect it either!" Yang Haoxuan continued to stare at him and was ready to enjoy some. As a result... Well, let's go back and practice at ease.

PS The first Xiaogao in this book. The tide is about to begin. You are welcome to vote for it.