The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 306 The gloomy and violent little emperor vs the bright and charming foreign dancer
Fu Wan opened her eyes, and the young man in front of her stared sharply at her.

She didn't know when he woke up, nor when she came out of his dream.

Zhao Yuan stared at her for a while, then said calmly, "What are you doing here?"

Fu Wan's expression was blank for a moment, and she smiled, "Come here to accompany Your Majesty." As she spoke, she knelt down beside Zhao Yuan obediently, and stretched out her hands to squeeze his shoulders.

The girl lowered her head, revealing a section of her fair neck, and her black hair slid down her shoulders.

He raised his eyes slightly and walked out of the hot spring.

"Following my will, assign the building at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty to Quemei." The little emperor, covered in moisture, casually took off his wet clothes in front of Fu Wan, and then changed into a clean undershirt.

Fu Wan was taken aback, the tall building yesterday was Mingchu Building, the tallest building in the imperial city.

Fu Wan subconsciously walked over and asked, "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

The little emperor liked it very much. He sat on the top of a tall building, overlooking the entire imperial city, and he could see Chang'an Market in the distance.Although the little tyrant is irritable and gloomy, he was very autistic when he was a child, and he didn't like talking to others.

He always hides here alone, waits quietly until dawn, and then goes back with the dawn light.

That should be a special place for him.

The little tyrant turned his head to look at her, and said calmly, "I think it would be perfect for you to dance on it."

Fu Wan was taken aback.

"I want to see your singing and dancing tonight." He stepped on clogs and walked over, reached out to hold Fu Wan's hand, and said calmly, "Ah Que, stay with me."

When he said this, a gloomy look rose between his brows.

Fu Wan suddenly felt a particularly sore heart, nodded, and held the boy's hand instead, speaking in a very soft tone, "The concubine will always be with His Majesty." After speaking, Fu Wan stood on tiptoe and hugged the little tyrant.

She didn't see that the corners of the boy's lips curled up slightly.

Fu Wan had just entered the palace, and actually didn't have much, so moving was easy.

In the early Ming Dynasty, the building was so high that one could hear the whimpering wind outside while sitting inside.Fu Wan changed into a scarlet dance dress, her long hair was combed into a high bun, and she wore a crown with gold leaf tassels.

When the huqin sounded, she jumped up to the beat, like a graceful crabapple flower.

Zhao Yuan sat down, squinting at the girl on the seat.There was a smile on his lips, and his gaze was a frenzy that he didn't notice, and he couldn't help but follow the girl's dance steps.

The accompanists were silent, and the servant even lowered his head and dared not speak.

Fu Wan flicked his water sleeves, stood on tiptoes, swung his waist and leaned over to get in front of the young king, showing him a charming smile.Zhao Yuan picked up the wine glass calmly, Fu Wan took advantage of the momentum to take the wine glass he had taken a sip from, and drank it down in one gulp with his face raised.

After drinking, he put the wine glass in the boy's hand and turned to leave.

Zhao Yuan stretched out his hand, grabbed her waist, and directly hugged her on his lap, looked down at the seductive and bright woman in front of him, and smiled slightly.

"My little bird is really good at singing and dancing." He took a sip of wine, brushing the tip of the girl's nose with his fingertips.

Fu Wan smiled slightly, "Your Majesty likes it, and my concubine will learn it."

Zhao Yuan's smile became colder by three points.

He raised his hand, let go of Fu Wan, and said lightly, "Change to another dance."

Fu Wan glanced over the accompaniment crowd, the music suddenly changed, and the sound of the piano became solemn and cold.

Fu Wan went in and changed into a snow-white wide-sleeved deep coat, and then came out gracefully, with a calm and dignified posture.

This is a witch dance performed when praying to the gods. It does not exist in foreign lands, and it is a unique dance in the Central Plains.

She raised her hand, her movements were soft and elegant, and she looked at Zhao Yuan with a solemn and cold expression.

Zhao Yuan paused slightly with the hand holding the wine cup.

Fu Wan danced very engrossed, it was a dance that the original owner didn't like, but Fu Wan liked it very much, so he didn't have the heart to look at Zhao Yuan when he danced, but danced along bit by bit.

The young girl is dressed in snow-white, with elegant wide sleeves, and her steps are elegant and dignified.Standing on the high platform, with the faint sound of guqin, she looks like a fairy who has fallen into the world, noble, cold and clean.

Zhao Yuan frowned slightly, and suddenly said: "Stop."

Fu Wan didn't notice it, even if there was no music, she danced calmly and gracefully to her own rhythm.

Zhao Yuan walked up to the high platform slowly, and pulled Fu Wan suddenly.Fu Wan was caught off guard, and suddenly fell into his arms. The man raised his arms to hug Fu Wan, with a gloomy smile on his lips, "Do you know that my mother is the one who is favored by dancing this dance?"

Of course Fu Wan didn't know about this, and subconsciously let out an "ah".

His mother, who was a crazy woman in his dream, abused and beat him all day long.

"Then..." Fu Wan hesitated, "So, are you unhappy?"

The other party did not speak for a while.

He looked at the rest of the people lightly, and said, "Get out."

Everyone rolled down like shit, and for a while, there were only two people in the Mingchu building.Sitting on the high platform, Xiao Hunjun took a candle from the palace lantern and said while playing: "My mother is a spy."

Fu Wan trembled, coincidentally, she was also a spy.

Fu Wan silently sat down beside Xiao Hunjun, put his head on his shoulder, looked at the candle in his hand casually, and suddenly said: "Your Majesty, if you are unhappy, you can actually send a message to your concubine for a while. Temper."

Zhao Yuan didn't speak, but raised his hand to extinguish the candle.

"However, it can't be too long." Fu Wan added.

Zhao Yuan chuckled, and looked sideways at her, his sinister smile looked terrifying under the candlelight, "If I am not happy, everyone in this palace can be killed."

Fu Wan said softly, "But why did they die like this?"

"Life and death are never up to people." Zhao Yuan said coldly.

The words of the two seemed to be parting ways, but Fu Wan didn't want to quarrel with him, so he sighed helplessly, and stretched out his arms to hug the violent little Hunjun, "Your Majesty, my concubine will accompany you, okay?" ?”

Xiao Hunjun looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, as if he was watching a joke, "Everyone who comes to my side has a plan, what is your plan?"

She wanted his throne.

It's a pity that this is the only thing he has, and he will never give it to him.

Fu Wan leaned against Zhao Yuan, and suddenly sighed, "Your Majesty, I want your heart." After she finished speaking, she showed a bright and coquettish smile, leaned in front of the man, and looked at him without blinking.

Such gaze, as if he alone is her whole world.

Zhao Yuan was stunned for a moment, but then showed a sarcasm smile, "Ah Que, I'm not a good person." He stretched out his hand, poked Fu Wan's forehead and pushed her away, "Everyone in the world wants to kill me!" There are more people going."

(End of this chapter)