Years of drama and become a concubine

Chapter 11 I was teased by Sima Yue
It's night, with delicious food and wine, brightly lit lights, and a constant stream of people coming and going.The Daliang Palace with carved beams and painted buildings is like an illusion.

In order for everyone in the palace to see the wonderful dance of this "treasure of the Western Regions", the emperor ordered to build a high platform for three days and let the dance troupe perform on it.At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao was huddled in the crowd, with haw jelly wrapped in her mouth, looking up at the high platform.

"You came?"

Su Xiaoxiao turned her head and said in shock: "Sixth Prince?!"

"Hush!" Sima Yue hurriedly made a silent movement, his expression very nervous, "I'll sneak out to play, don't shout so that everyone knows, okay?"

"You don't sit comfortably in your VIP seat, what are you doing among us rough people?" Su Xiaoxiao looked at this bright young man. Today he was wearing a navy blue cloak, and he looked extraordinarily tall and straight.

"Here, I brought you some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. I heard they were newly made yesterday. I guess you will like them." The boy took out a white handkerchief from his skirt and unfolded it carefully. Inside were several pieces of crystal clear sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. , with the sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus.Seeing that Su Xiaoxiao was very happy, Sima Yue smiled, and put all the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in his little palm: "Eat it quickly!"

Xiao Xiao took a piece and put it in his mouth, it melted instantly, swallowing it whole, he felt a piece of sweetness on the tip of his tongue, so he picked up another piece as if dissatisfied.

All of a sudden, all the lights on the high platform were turned on, and Sima Yue shouted loudly: "Look, Xiaoxiao! It's started!"

Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly raised her head.On the high platform, there was a moment of music singing together. Twelve graceful women stepped onto the high platform with dancing steps. The faces under the veil were faintly visible, and above the veil were a pair of clear and beautiful eyes. Stylish and light as a swallow.The heart responds to the strings, the hands respond to the drums, the strings and drums sound, the sleeves are stretched, and the left and right turns are like turning snow. Even the wheels of the Mercedes-Benz can't keep up with their spinning speed.

"Could this be... the famous Hu Xuanwu?" Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded, not knowing that this rhythmic dance has such a soul-stirring power, it seems like the blood in the whole body is boiling and burning!

"Very good, very good!" Sima Yue's eyes were shining brightly, and his admiration was beyond words.

Such a performance is as fast as lightning, pleasing to the eye and inspiring, with bold costumes, magnificent lighting and excellent choreography.Compared with the performances of their troupe, the visual effect is less than one ten thousandth of this.Improving the viewability of troupe performances is the top priority!
"Have it!" Su Xiaoxiao took to his heart, swallowed the last bite of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in a hurry amidst the exquisite whirling dance.

On the second day, Su Xiaoxiao struggled to chew on the tip of her pen in the room.

"Saltpeter...sulfur...charcoal...wet grass...hey? Is there a traditional Chinese wording for 'wet'? How do I write it so that they can understand it?" Lin Xiaoxiao kept muttering in his heart.

Sima Yue pushed the door open and was overjoyed, and said with a smirk, "You asked me to come here at this time today just to see your pretty face?"

"Ah? What big face?" Su Xiaoxiao was taken aback.

Sima Yue leaned forward and wiped Su Xiaoxiao's face with his sleeve, and wiped it carefully. His words were both reproachful and distressed, and it was a bit funny: "You say you, just write a few words, how can you write it on your face?" Is it? Ink marks all over the face..."

Su Xiaoxiao blushed a little, and said stiffly: "It's not easy to write! The brush is so difficult to use, and the characters are also difficult... How do you write 'wet' characters?"

Sima Yue looked down and saw a big crooked paper, only the word "charcoal" was vaguely discernible, and there was a lot of waste paper on the side, it seemed that these eight characters had been written more than ten times.

"This is how the word 'wet' is written." Sima Yue took Su Xiaoxiao's hand and wrote the word "wet".

"My God! This is too difficult to write!"

Sima Yue smiled lightly: "There are more difficult ones to write, do you want to know?" He wrote the word "love" with a small stroke, and it was square and square.

Su Xiaoxiao waited for a long time, but only saw the word "love" traced out with one stroke. She laughed dumbly and said: "This word is not difficult, and there are not many strokes. I can do it too!"

Sima Yue smiled and nodded Su Xiaoxiao's forehead, and said meaningfully: "The word 'love' is the most difficult to write."

Su Xiaoxiao was a little dazed, but before responding, Sima Yue put down his pen and asked, "Take it as a joke. I want to ask why you called me here today? Why did you write these titles?"

"Watching Hu Xuanwu last night, I was stimulated, and I want to change the performance of our troupe to enhance competitiveness!" Xiao Xiao picked up the piece of paper, "I want to ask the sixth prince to see if some supplies for props can be used." Can't help get it?"

"Oh? What do you want to improve? Saltpeter, sulfur and charcoal are novel!" Sima Yue looked again carefully.

"It's a secret!" Xiao Xiao blinked.

"Haha, it's really interesting, I'm looking forward to it!" Sima Yue smiled and folded the paper a few times and stuffed it into his arms, "I'll do it right away, and you can go to the warehouse to pick it up at noon tomorrow."

Seeing that Sima Yue agreed so happily, Xiao Xiao felt a little embarrassed: "You don't ask me why my handwriting is ugly, and you are not afraid that I have any malice for wanting these things?"

"Your handwriting isn't ugly..." Sima tried his best to hold back his laughter, "You can't write well at all, can you?"

Su Xiaoxiao rushed forward with one fist, and Sima Yue felt the blow, and immediately bared his teeth, covered his stomach and cried out in pain.Xiao Xiao felt that it was not important to strike, this little prince who was pampered and spoiled since he was a child was afraid that he would really be injured internally by himself?So scared to support him, he said anxiously: "What's wrong? Let me see where it hurts?"

Unexpectedly, Sima Yue, who was screaming in pain last second, pulled Su Xiaoxiao into his arms, and put her hand on his heart: "It hurts here."

The voice was gentle and soft, and feeling the other person's hot body temperature and the chest under the thin shirt, the blush on Su Xiaoxiao's face rose rapidly.As an actor, Su Xiaoxiao was deceived by Sima Yue's acting skills. It was really unexpected. Su Xiaoxiao, who was seduced by the dude Sima Yue, was furious at this moment!

But this anger only survived for two seconds, and was stirred into a pool of spring water by Sima Yue's words, and the room was filled with warm spring breeze and sparkling light.

Sima Yue murmured: "Let me trust you when it hurts. As for your many abnormal behaviors, I think this is your cuteness. You are you. Why ask why?"

"Thank you so much, Sixth Prince!" Su Xiaoxin was beating fast, hurriedly pushed him away, and made a bow pretending to be born.This guy probably has said such love words to many girls, Su Xiaoxin thought.

Sima Yue looked at her deeply: "I think it would be nice if you called me Sima Yue when we first met."

(End of this chapter)