Chapter 24: Dance of the Dead

What a sharp eye! Lan Ruoyan sneered, "Why are you asking this?" If Su Mu didn't ask this, she might still feel a little guilty. Now that he asked her so seriously, she felt inexplicably angry. If she had been a gentleman at that time, if she hadn't learned not assassination, she might have died now!

"Do you have something difficult to say?" Su Mu frowned, and Lan Ruoyan's undisguised anger made him a little uncomfortable.

He suddenly patted the rattan chair and lowered his head. Lan Ruoyan sat up, and the felt followed him and slid down. "What does this have to do with you? Su Mu! I need a rest. Please go out!" Her voice was a little loud, and it was probably spread outside the door. But that's what she wants. Lan Ruofeng will be attracted.

As expected, as soon as her voice fell, Lan Ruofeng immediately pushed the door and walked in. As soon as he saw Su Mu and Lan Ruoyan's angry face, he understood something in his heart. He looked at Su Mu and said, "Mu, let Yaner have a good rest. You go out."

Su Mu looked at Lan Ruoyan and seemed to feel that staying longer would only cause the dislike of the two people, so he nodded and walked out of the door silently. After Lan Ruoyan waited for him to leave, she lay weakly back on the rattan chair. She really felt a little tired. She was more tired than killing people...

"Sister, sleep until **. It's easy to catch a cold here." Lan Ruofeng came over as if to pick up Lan Ruoyan, but the latter refused.

"No, I'm going to sleep here, brother, help me bring the quilt over. This felt is uncomfortable." Lan Ruoyan said something and looked out of the window. When she woke up, it was almost dusk, and the sky was no longer blue and dyed into an intoxicating red glow by the sunset.

"Good." Lan Ruofeng couldn't take her. Listening to her words, he understood that Lan Ruoyan was angry with Su Mu. Maybe he is also among them. He turned around and went to the bedside, picked up the bedding, and carefully covered Lan Ruoyan. The felt has been thrown aside by Lan Ruoyan. I don't know how she was in her mood to throw it away.

"Brother, I'm your sister, right?" Lan Ruoyan looked into Lan Ruofeng's eyes and asked. People said that her eyes were straight to the heart. Now she wanted to know if the "girl control" really loved her sister.

"Yes, of course." Lan Ruofeng nodded repeatedly. He knew that Lan Ruoyan was now in the ** period. As her brother, if he couldn't comfort her, he would be a bastard.

After looking at him for a long time, Lan Ruoyan finally nodded and answered softly, "Hmm."

Squeak - close the door. Lan Ruoyan's room was darker. When she looked outside, the color of the sky became stronger and stronger, which reminded her of blood. Even if she leaves that world, she can't escape from the pollution of blood. Closing her eyes, she felt a little uncomfortable and remembered Su Mu's question about her. If Xuanyuan Chen saw her murder, would she also ask her why... Probably too. Her heart was tight, she was a little breathless, and the quilt was a little heavy. Xuanyuanchen - She opened her eyes and looked at the royal palace in the distance. What is he doing now?

Royal Palace·Lanxin Pavilion

Lying in Lan Ruoyan's **, Xuanyuanchen sniffed the incense on the bedding. Such a comfortable environment can be thrown away, and only Lan Ruoyan, who is not blessed in the blessing, can do it. He wanted to see how long the woman would be outside before she came back!

Painting the bune

Maybe it's boring to play, maybe it's really nothing to do, maybe it's that I feel like I'm going back home anyway, so I'll have a good time. Lan Ruoyan actually changed her women's clothing, and it's all right. She actually ran to the painting that she had been treated lightly and said to the mother, "Mom, what do you think of me?"

Yiren's red makeup is eye-catching, and Lan Ruoyan is born with a noble temperament. The mother looks like a tree that shakes and loses money. OK, OK, OK."

"Then ask mom for one thing." Lan Ruoyan said, put the bag of very heavy money into the hand of the mother and whispered, "Let me dance for the light girl and compare with the plain girl for the last time."

"Ah?!" As soon as the mother heard this, she panicked and shook the bag and fell down. Lan Ruoyan brushed her long sleeves, and the money bag returned to her hand.

"What's wrong? Mom is afraid? Lan Ruoyan smiled at her.

"No, no, this young girl is said to have been killed unjustly... Our painting has made people panic... If we talk about dancing back to compete with clothes, that's not, not to scare away the guests." The mother said in horror and peeked at the money bag in Lan Ruoyan's hand from time to time, afraid that Lan Ruoyan would take away the silver if she was unhappy.

"Contrary to what you think, if the dance comes back to the last game, it is not a big enough gimmick. I don't know how many people will come here. I'm afraid it's lighter than dancing in the world. Lan Ruoyan giggled and said, "Ha ha... If my mother doesn't believe it, I'll bet with my mother."

"What bet?" The mother looked at her alertly.

"If no one comes at that time, how about I stay with you as the top card?" Lan Ruoyan's smile faded, and the mother knew that she was serious. She thought that after Wu Qing died, the business was also much worse. It's better to win a game!

The last game of dance light and clothing is dance art. Previously, the results of the two of them were comparable, that is to say, the final competition decided the final victory or defeat!

As Lan Ruoyan said, the dance guests and admirers came one after another when they heard that they were dancing and returning to the soul to end the final test with Yisu. In addition, there were some ghosts who saw the world, and the bank of the Qinhuai River seemed to form another river of people.

Miss, do you believe it? Will the ghost be resurrated? Yuhe, the maid of Yisu, asked nervously.

"I can't dance lightly, but living people can." He answered lightly that even if there are ghosts and gods in the world, it is impossible for them to return so quickly.

"What the lady said must be that the old lady wants to make a fortune before the business is bleak." Yuhe nodded. She was timid. After hearing what her lady said, she was finally a little at ease, but when she thought of the competition, she was worried, "Dance later..."

"Don't worry, in terms of dance, even light dance may not be my opponent, let alone others. Even if the mother is good at it, it is impossible to find a more powerful one in a few days. Yi Su smiled and held a pear flower hairpin into her bun, which Su Mu chose for her. Thinking of him, Yi Su couldn't help laughing more.

When the clever Yuhe saw it, he said mischievously, "Tonight, Mr. Su will only be the guest of Miss alone!"

"Of course! Ha ha..." Yi Su smiled proudly. She and Wu Qing have always been at odds with each other. In fact, it's just for Su Mu, whom both of them love.

At the beginning of the game, the first one to play was Yisu. She was dressed in bright white and embroidered with pear blossoms. Lan Ruoyan looked at her dance from afar in the cabin. The gentle dance posture is quite pleasing to those scholars and doctors. However, the audience is all men.

The old woman walked to the stage and beat a few drums. After attracting everyone's attention, she raised her voice and shouted, "Everyone be quiet. Next is the last dance of our light girl. She doesn't like to be too noisy. The dead are big, please give them face.

When I heard the dance present, I was about to appear, and when I heard the old pimp say that, I quickly closed my voice. In an instant, the crowded bank of the Qinhuai River was so quiet that only the sound of human breathing could be felt.

"When the flowers bloom, they are expensive, and the flowers wither. Who do you complain in a hurry? The flowers are pitiful--" The resentful girl sang and appeared. The red dance clothes were light, the colorful dance steps moved, and the beauty's body was like floating petals, natural and enchanting. The red veil covered half of the appearance, but the enchanting eyes were exposed, taking away the soul of the world.

When the song fell, the drum music rose, and Lan Ruoyan danced to the music and sang the entangling song. "I have to cry a few times before I can cry. If I cry a little, my heart will not be hurt. My face is wrinkled alone. No one knows why. Just because of the oath, it is like a flower that no one cares..."

Although the women in the brothel have no chastity to speak of, they are all human beings. They are tools for men to vent, but Lan Ruoyan has never despised them, because she was just a tool in her previous life, but the role of her tool is to kill people.

The most hateful thing is that people who use tools will give up without pity once the tools are no longer useful. Thinking of this, Lan Ruoyan looked sideways at the upper guest seat.

Su Mu, Lan Ruofeng is sitting there and is now watching her performance. Maybe they are still wondering who will replace the dance performance at the beginning? When Lan Ruoyan looked at them, they could confirm her identity.

"Xiaofeng, I didn't expect Yaner to have such a voice and dance skills." Su Mu smiled awkwardly, but when he looked at Lan Ruofeng, he regretted saying this.

"That girl is tired of living!" Lan Ruoyan patted the table angrily! The wine glasses were shaken over. At noon, she disappeared. She just left a book on the table and asked them to watch some performance. He just wanted to be Lan Ruoyan's playful and watch the dance of the dead, but he didn't expect her to be the protagonist of this play!

"No! I'm going to take her back. Maybe there is a detailed work of that man on the Qinhuai River--" Lan Ruofeng got up to pull Lan Ruoyan on the stage, but he was pulled from behind by Su Mu!

"Little wind! Calm down!" Su Mu shouted in a low voice.

"If there is another cold arrow or something later, then she will be finished!" Lan Ruofeng returned impatiently and shook his hand to get rid of Su Mu.

"If you pull her down now, you will definitely attract suspicion from others! If those officials know that she is a cigarette, it's over!" Su Mu said anxiously, and his voice could not be too loud, but fortunately, Lan Ruofeng finally listened to his words.

"The cold wind blows on a cold night, and there is no one to comfort me. I once vowed to turn my thoughts into ashes. In the cold night, the cold wind blows to no one comfort me. I once vowed that I should think alone. When the flowers bloom, they will be expensive. When the flowers wither, I hurriedly miss who to complain, and the flowers will be pitiful--